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.

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

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

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.”

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