Nine Month Contract (Mountain Men Matchmaker, #1)

by Amy Daws

“Please, Dad,” Everly scoffs casually. “I’m not even a virgin.” Calder screams. Literally screams. It echoes off the foothills, likely sending all the wildlife scrambling.

“I know I won’t be able to find you love, Uncle Wyatt. You’ve made it crystal clear that’s not what you want in life. But please, let me be a part of helping you become a dad before I go.”

“Because I know you will make an amazing one.”

This really has to work. Because I am not admitting my dad was right on this. Not. Happening.

The female body is a fucking wonder.

my grandpa always said that rejection just means you’re one step closer to finding your solution.”

Do not have indecent thoughts about the mountain man whose baby you’re going to carry, Trista! “Trista?”

I like it, and I loathe it. I like to loathe it! Gasp! This is the sweet-and-psycho bit that Everly warned me about.

She’s this untamed, wild little creature that I just can’t seem to get out of my head...or my cock. And she’s only been on my mountain a week.

“Trust me, I can handle each bit of you every day of the week and twice on Sundays.”

The baby could have her eyes.

Who Trista did not deny was part of her bullpen.

Mountain Man is...jealous.

Because if I’ve learned anything over the past twenty-eight years, it’s that nothing comes without a cost. Relationships don’t last. People leave. You’re stronger on your own. You know this.

maybe if I just kissed you right now...maybe if I stuck my tongue down your throat and laid you down in one of these stalls and fucked your brains out like the fantasy you described in the truck, we could both finally breathe a little bit easier.”

“I don’t give a fuck if you help out Avery, talk to my brothers and my sister-in-law, or accept gifts from my mother,” he states. “So long as you quit keeping me at arm’s length when it’s clear as fucking day that all you want is for me to touch you everywhere.”

“if you let me fuck you, then you need to know that means I will own your body. Every particle on your skin will be mine for the taking. Do you understand?”

“You thought I was controlling before? You haven’t seen anything until I sink my cock deep inside you. Then you’ll really be mine.”

“I want to watch my seed drip out of your greedy little cunt after I give you another orgasm.”

“I told you if I fucked you, every part of you would belong to me. Did you think I was joking?”

“You have a piece of me inside you, and I still want more of you. I can’t get enough.”

I’m bitter. I’m bitter at how easy it seems for this family to love and care about each other when mine couldn’t find a single fuck to give about me.

“I’m in love with you, lucky number thirteen. You’re not my second choice or thirteenth choice. You’re my only choice.”