Her Mountain Baby Daddies
Mailing List Sneak Peek
I gasped as the water chilled me to my core, my body tensing and shivering as I plunged under the surface.
Holy shit was it cold.
My head broke the surface, and I exhaled sharply, sending water droplets flicking away from my lips. I tossed my head back, pushing my long red hair out of my face before looking up at the clear blue sky and grinning.
Yeah, it was cold, but damn did it feel good.
Being out in the woods always felt good to me. It was my escape, and this trip was all about escaping. Well, that and the wedding of course.
I’d been hiking and camping and outdoor exploring my whole life, but it wasn’t until I’d met my best friend Katrina freshman year of college that we’d come up here to Blackthorn Mountain. Katrina came from this very weird, very wealthy family, but her beatnik uncle had left her his secret getaway cabin up here.
We’d come up a few times in college to hike around and stay at the place, but it’d been years since I’d been up here. Katrina had, though. A few months back, while trying to do a little escaping of her own, she’d come up to her old cabin to find that wacky Uncle Stan had also maybe left it to someone else.
Someone else who happened to be six-foot-four of pure, growly, muscley, gorgeous ex-marine.
Someone who also happened to be living there when she tried to escape a snowstorm.
But lo and behold, Katrina had found more than just a stranger in her uncle’s cabin. She’d found the happy ending she’d always been looking for in Braun, and now, they were getting married.
Yikes, that felt weird to say. My best friend was getting married. In two days, specifically.
Katrina and Braun were actually with her parents at the moment, and had been gone from the mountain they loved for a couple of days — something I knew Katrina tolerated, but Braun hated. But I also knew he was willing to do it for her.
They’d given me full reign of their house — what had previously been the cabin and was now turning out to be quite the place. But I’d declined, and instead, I’d brought a small pup-tent with me to really get that woodsy escape I needed. I’d camped the night before next to the freezing mountain lake I was taking a chilly dip in.
…Naked, of course.
I mean, hey, it was the woods, the middle of nowhere, and there was noone up here anyway. And like I said, this was seriously the escape I needed. I’d just had way too many losses recently.
The first had been Dave and me breaking up.
Well, no, that’s being kind. The better wording is “Dave had been a lying piece of shit and had fucked my skank secretary.” And not only had he fucked my secretary, he’d knocked her up. And that only made it ten times worse because it drove to the heart of our problem and made one thing very clear.
…That our “problem” wasn’t him.
It was me.
Dave — the one who’d never even wanted kids, could have them. And me? The one who really wanted to me a mother? Well, I couldn’t.
Sucks to be me, huh?
But whatever. The whole Dave debacle had been a year ago anyway, and trust me when I say I was way over it. And in the meantime, I’d thrown myself into my job as an attorney and junior partner at Bloomington and Stein.
Oh, right, that the second loss — getting passed over for full partner in favor of a way younger, way greener attorney who’s father happened to be golf buddies with Lawrence Stein, one of the senior partners.
Bullshit, I know.
I didn’t miss Dave, that’s for sure. What I did miss was what being in a long-term relationship could mean: kids. But after Dave, I’d gone my own way with that. See, I wanted kids. I was still young, but I was also totally into my job, even after getting snubbed for the promotion. I had the means, I had the drive, and not having a partner wasn’t going to stop me one bit.
So far though, I’d done three attempts at IVF, but it just wasn’t working. I’d go through the whole thing — finding the right sperm donor profile, taking all the shots from my doctor, staying extra healthy and away from really anything fun, and then playing the whole waiting game.
And after three times, I had nothing to show for it.
That week, a few days before I’d come up to the mountain for the wedding, I’d gotten the news about the third attempt, and I’d done what I used to do to get away from it all: escaped to the woods.
So now there I was, skinny dipping in the middle of nature and actually feeling great. My tent was already packed, the sun was high in the sky, and in a few hours, I’d be hiking over to Katrina and Braun’s place. In the meantime though, I had sunshine on my bare skin, the thrill of being naked making my blood pump a little hotter, and a flask of pretty nice whiskey sitting on the rocky ledge next to me.
Yeah, things were looking pretty good.
I swam over to the rocky ledge and took a sip from the flask, letting the whiskey burn its way through me and making my head spin just a little. I could feel the chest-high water lapping at my nipples, and the feel of it teasing between my legs. I dunked under again, feeling the chilled water bubble and caress my skin and loving the feel of it swirling around me.
Yep, much better now.
I pulled myself out of the water, feeling it trickle off of my nakedness, and then lay back on the towel I’d left spread there to dry in the open air.
If you’ve never laid out completely naked in the sun, I highly recommend it. Getting naked in your everyday life is predictable. Alone, you’re typically taking your clothes off for practical reasons like taking a shower, or changing. And if it's with a partner, well, that’s obviously great, but again, it’s predictable.
But when you strip down out in nature away from the world, to me at least, there’s always been this erotic charge to it. There’s something primal, something that brings you back to our naked animal roots that always seems to turn me on in an almost naughty, forbidden way.
So as I laid out on my rock with the sun warming and shining down on places usually hidden from it, it wasn’t long before the nagging heated glow inside me turned into something much more pressing. And before I knew it, I was letting my hands drift over my thighs, and trace their way north.
I chewed and sucked on my lower lip as I let my fingertips trail up my sun-warmed skin. I teased my fingertips up my thighs, biting my lip and gasping quietly as I let them trace just next to my lips.
Instead, my fingers merely drifted, teasing the skin there before tracing lightly over my hips. They drifted over my belly, and over the slight bumps of my ribs. As they teased against the underside of my breasts, I sighed, letting them wander up the soft curve there and slide over the warm, supple skin.
My soft pink nipples stood up and erect in the sun, my back arching slightly as my fingertips circled them, drawing a sigh from my lips. I took one between two digits and pinched lightly, gasping quietly in the open air.
As I rolled and pinched at my nipple, I let my other hand slide back down. sliding back down over my soft skin, down over my belly and between my legs. I moaned, quietly again, as my fingers slid into my folds, dripping wet now, and rolled over my clit.
As I sucked at my lip, letting my finger tease around my little button, I suddenly realized the absurdity of trying to keep quiet. I was literally miles from anyone. Besides that, I was already spread out naked on my rock, playing with myself. As if to punctuate this thought, I flitted my fingers over my clit once more, and this time, I cried out — loudly.
God did it feel good to be loud. I let out another echoing cry of ecstasy as I let a finger slide into my wet folds.
There were no downstairs apartment neighbors, no sirens and car horns from outside, no Dave telling me to be quieter. No, this was all about me.
The pure sexiness of touching myself outside, of being out in the wide open with my finger plunging in and out of my pussy while I thumbed my clit made me feel alive and on fire with my own desires. I could already feel a clenching throb deep within me, already could feel myself tumbling towards that edge.
I pushed a second finger in alongside the first, sliding easily into my wetness. I wanted this hard. I plunged my fingers into my wet silky folds, thrusting as I arched my hips up to meet my own hand. I curled my fingers inside of me, pressing against that secret sweet spot just inside, as I let my other hand slide down to rub my aching clit.
My loud, gasping moans filled the air, but I didn’t care at all. I was alone out here, and dammit, I was going to be loud.
My fingers moved faster and faster, my blood pumped harder and harder, and my breath caught in my throat. I could feel the climax rushing up to shatter through me, and I was so close—
The snap of the stick hand me shrieking as the sound tore me right out of all of it.
My eyes flew open. They locked onto the two single most gorgeous men I’d ever laid eyes on — dark hair, piercing eyes, chiseled jaws, and muscled, broad shoulders like a couple of football quarterbacks.
And they were staring right back at me.
My heart jumped into my throat, the gasp caught in my throat, and then I did the only possible thing I could think of. I screamed, and lunged into the water.