Mountain Man Romance Novel Novels & Stories

Then, he would get engaged to Wendy. A cruel man, no doubt about it. I snickered. "If you're here to humiliate me, I'm sorry to disappoint you. Just a piece of advice, though: Lucian doesn't love anyone but himself. It's one thing to have a marriage of convenience. If you really fall in love with him, you'd lose." Wendy's expression instantly turned ugly. I was just about to get up when she picked up her cup of coffee and splashed the coffee on me.

It was one of the most frequent things I was told while working the cash register. "I tell you, in a mountain town like this, the snow is vital. The whole forest is like a tinderbox, ready to go," he added. I agreed with him and finished checking him out. The old man thanked me and walked slowly to the exit, clutching his loaf of bread under his arm. I watched him walk out, wishing I could follow. Fourteen minutes left.

the woman said coldly. Since the other party had moved the young master out, the man didn't want to say anything else. He said in a dull voice, "Let's see if there's anything else worth bringing back. After all, Dog God Mountain is now open to the outside world. If we don't take anything away, it's a little hard to say... huh?" The man's words suddenly stopped, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes as he looked forward. At this moment, the woman also narrowed her eyes and slowly raised her bow and arrow.

The moon has risen directly above the snow clad mountains, shining over the dark sky. It is flickering behind the clouds, a storm starting to swirl around the area. A cold wind is blowing by, making the lone man shiver. He is standing at the foot of the mountain, pacing back and forth. “Where the hell is that woman?” Stefan snarls. He licks his tobacco stained lips in lust. His memories of the past few days are hazy. Ever since he lost Roseanne at the auction, he has been furious.

Was this what it would feel like to be claimed by her mountain men? Damon squeezed both tits with his strong hands until she cried out, bucking in their arms. He held both nipples captive above the water’s line, his hungry mouth floating between one and the other. Her breath quickened as the hot confines of his mouth worked over her taut, eager peaks and she buried her fingers in his hair the deeper he pulled them into his mouth. Her thighs flexed around his waist, the thick girth of his cock where Daniel’s had been earlier. Nudged between her folds but held back by the confines of her panties.

We had gotten lucky, the storm had missed us last night, and I could feel the heat from the remaining coals. He made us breakfast, cooking up oatmeal with raisins. He was relaxed enough with me now that he just scooped it with his fingers and let me eat out of his hand. "You're the tamest wolf I've ever heard of, Raven. You're bigger than any wolf I've seen, so I wonder if you're a cross-breed. I don't see signs of a collar, or I'd be sure you were domesticated. You've got to go a hundred pounds with not an ounce of fat." I chuffed; I weighed one-twenty, and my five-foot-six frame looked damn good as a human. "I'm glad I came out here. Life makes sense in the mountains, you know? You eat, yo

said the old man. "I will go with her and show her the way daddy? answered the other man. The old man didn't answer anymore and he just left. "Just follow me. You need to get out from here ." Waylan followed the man and as they are walking on their way she can see other creatures living in that mountain. Some are planting vegetables and some are taking good care of the animals like human beings. It is just like a small village where you can call home. They live normally like human beings.

The mountains are beautiful, and intimate in a way most people, human, or otherwise would never know. As I continue on, the smell of pine and cherries is getting stronger. I know Nolan’s pine scent but someone must be with him? There are hushed voices and a woman’s giggling as I enter the clearing. That’s when I see them. Nolan standing next to a cafe table covered in a heavy black tablecloth, two place settings with metal covers over them and wine. There are roses adorning the table and petals leading up to where they are standing. Nolan’s back is to me and there’s an auburn haired woman leaning against his chest, holding his shirt collar. She makes eye contact with me and smiles. It looks

He had this strange look on his face, "Well, yes its great and all but be careful of the people living in the mountain, they can be quiet weird, don't know whats up with them though. Enjoy your meal." With that, he left while I was still struggling to understand what he meant by weird. I shrug my shoulders, whatever, who isn't weird in a normal way. I will see for myself. I finish my meal, pay and get going on my way . I touch my stomach, its full to the brim and now I know I made the right choice by choosing to go on foot. I make my way towards the mountain, by the time I reach the mountain, it is one o'clock, I'm panting, feeling exhausted but exhilarated. I start climbing the mountain, as

I smirked, flipping it open to the first page, 'Snowbound Enemies: A Hate-Fuck Holiday'. Fuck, the title alone had my cock stirring in my sweatpants. As I started reading her words in my deep rumble, her hand casually drifted to my thigh, nails tracing lazy circles. "I stumbled through the blizzard... Jax Coulter, the smug bastard..." Her story poured out, rivals turned sex-enemies, stripping in the cold, brutal hate-fucks in the snow. The dirty banter leaped off the page. "Take it, you thieving bítch, my cock's owning this pússy!" My voice grew rougher with each line, dick thickening painfully against the fabric as I pictured it, her as that fiery Kingston, me as the dominant Coulter, pound