Nine Month Contract (Mountain Men Matchmaker, #1)

by Amy Daws

“You know...inseminate me like a cow. Turkey baster style. You can buy the kits on Amazon. Just pull the semen up into the syringe and shoot it up my bajingo.”

His giant hand dwarfs my tiny pink vibrator as he holds it in front of him like another grenade with no pin. And there we both stand, face-to-face, staring at each other with bombs in our hands and no fucking idea what we’re about to get ourselves into.

I was an unbridled, horned-up animal that couldn’t get the sounds of Trista’s raspy moans out of my fucking head.