Mountain Man Romance Novel Novels & Stories

And she was not sure, but she could remember the man mentioned that he was willing to accompany her during those trips. She stared at the man. How could Denver get all his facial features? And how could this man not remember that she was pregnant when she left that he won’t even ask about Denver? He just kept on...talking like they were not ex-couples. “For years I traveled and went through different mountains. I saw some undiscovered waterfalls and a breathtaking view that you might want to see and-”

Being cautious was crucial. … Sierra opened her eyes and glanced at her surroundings. Feeling the warmth beside her, she shifted closer to a comforting embrace. The man reached out to pull Sierra closer. With a smile, he asked, "You’re awake?" Sierra lifted her head to look at the man, blushing slightly. The man held Sierra, leaned down, and gently kissed her forehead. Sierra happily nestled in the man's arms. Her hand gently caressed her belly. Last night, she and Dan saw a movie and had some drinks after. Then, the mutually attracted man and woman ended up in a hotel.

The coldness drained away, replaced by something raw and ancient. “The day you were born,” he repeated quietly, as if testing the weight of the words. “A round number.” “Yes. Though it seems the universe decided I was not worth celebrating,” I turned away from him, back toward the window where the snow still fell without mercy. Then I felt the warmth of his hand on my shoulder. It was not rough. It did not command. It was simply there. “The mountain does not forget anyone, Caroline,” he said at last, his voice like distant thunder. “And I will not forget that you are here. You are not alone. Even if it feels that way.”

Like where the heck in the world would he drag a bride from? "Magnus, you are twenty-eight. Haven't you found your mate yet?" Selina's tone was hopeful that he somehow already did. After all, didn't wolves usually find their mate when they turn eighteen or twenty-one? Manu was way past that age. Manu stood up and walked towards the glass wall of his office. From there, he could see the dazzling city being illuminated by the moonlight above and by the city night lights below. The entire view from where he stood seemed like he was looking at a giant treasure box with its precious jewels shining brightly all over the place.

I also knew that there was no point in arguing with her; if I refused to walk, she would carry me on her back, and according to Newton uncle the fall then, would be faster and more catastrophic. It took us fifteen minutes to reach the bottom of the ramparts. There I saw many slashes in the mountain and it was through one of these, we continued our upward journey. I plucked one more flask from the knapsack that was dangling contentedly on the shorter idiot’s back. Under our feet, it was thick, slippery and more critically, steep ice. Being a middle aged, reasonably sane man, not accustomed to performing acrobatic stunts on top of the highest peak in the world, I found it difficult to balance

Vince palmed the massive bulge straining against the man’s pants. “Fuck, you’re huge,” he growled, dropping to his knees. He freed the thick cock and swallowed as much as he could, sucking greedily. The mountain man groaned, then sank down too, beard brushing Vince’s shaft as he took him deep. The wet heat, the rough scrape of facial hair, the expert tongue flicking right into his slit, it was filthy perfection. “Oh fuck yes,” Vince moaned, head falling back. The man’s thick fingers were already circling his hole, teasing, then suddenly pushing inside. Vince snarled in pleasure.

Her hot breath on his back was bringing warmth to his heart. Valentina realized that he was right. The forest in the roots of the mountain was less cold than the top levels. If they weren’t riding this fast, she must’ve scanned their surroundings and the beauty of nature. Unfortunately, this man liked to play wicked games and has chosen the option of tormenting her for no reason.

Kayson and Penta-sun Doyen walked into the room and said, “Ms. Snow, do you have any food? I’m hungry.” Emma hastily said, “Yes, of course. I’ll heat it for you!” “Thank you so much!” Sadie looked toward Kayson nonchalantly and asked when she noticed the old man following behind him, who looked to be about 60 years old, “Why did you bring a senior with you?” Kayson said, “Ah. He told me he was abandoned on the mountain after being deceived by some young people. I bumped into him on the mountain, and he begged me to take him to the city.”

She would always say I look like a grandma hunting for cougars. By the time the car dropped me halfway up the mountain, I was shivering, crying, dragging my suitcase through knee-deep snow like a wet, depressed reindeer. The lodge glowed in the distance—warm lights, giant wreaths, snow drifting softly around its wooden beams. It looked like a Hallmark movie someone dipped in money. I pushed open the front door… …and froze. Because standing there, sleeves rolled up, tie loose around his throat, hair slightly mussed like he’d been running a hand through it all evening, was the one man I absolutely did not have the emotional stability to face.