The Mountain Man's December Bride: A Mail-Order-Bride Romance, page 1
The Mountain Man's December Bride
A Mail-Order-Bride Romance
Wynter Ryan
Copyright © 2023by Wynter Ryan
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Contents
1. Cora
2. Nash
3. Cora
4. Cora
5. Nash
6. Nash
7. Cora
Epilogue Five Years Later
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Chapter one
Cora
“ Cora, I need you to tell the mail-order bride company I can’t marry the man I was matched with.”
“What are you talking about, Sara? What company? What man? You’re only eighteen years old. You are far too young to get married.”
“I thought I could do it. I know we need the money, but I can’t do it.”
“Stop pacing, Sara, and tell me what is going on. You’re starting to scare me.”
“I wanted to help with the bills. I know it’s been hard taking care of me all these years after Mom and Dad died. You had to give up on your dream of going to college. You even put your dream of getting married and having a family of your own on hold to take care of me."
“Oh Sara, you know I would do anything for you. Besides, we aren’t that desperate that you have to marry a man you don’t know or love.”
“Not according to him. He is demanding that we get married. He said he will sue if I don’t go through with the marriage contract.”
“Please don’t tell me you signed a contract, Sara.”
“I’m sorry, Cora.”
“There has to be a way to fix this.”
"There might be one way to fix it. We exchanged pictures. The one I sent him had both you and me in it. I didn't tell him which one was me. Maybe you can go to him, pretend you are me, and talk him out of the marriage...."
I replayed the conversation in my head while I sat in the rental car outside Nash's cabin. The man Sara has agreed to marry—the man I have to convince to break the marriage contract.
The flight from Nebraska to Montana wasn’t bad, but the drive up the mountain still has me gripping the steering wheel in a death lock. I’m not used to the winding mountain roads. The flat prairie lands of the Midwest are more at my comfort level.
I left Sara at the hotel in town, telling her I would be back by nightfall. I didn’t want her to come with me, but she begged me, and I’ve never been able to tell her no.
I hope I still have my job at the diner when I return after leaving on such short notice. God knows we need the tip money I make from working double shifts six days a week. I’m one of their most loyal employees. I never call in sick and never take a vacation.
Glancing at the passenger seat, I trace the picture of Nash that Sara gave me—running my finger over his soulful blue eyes that are staring back at me. Over his chocolate brown hair, which is in serious need of a trim, then along his beard that, makes me clench my thighs together, imagining what it would feel like on the inside of my thighs.
I have to stop thinking about what his beard would feel like and stick to the plan. I am Sara.
Ugh, he is never going to believe me. Of course, he will want the real Sara. She is petite, almost pixie-like, with bright blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. While I'm tall and curvy, some would say too curvy, with auburn hair and green eyes.
He will be so disappointed when he sees me at his front door instead of the real Sara. After looking at the picture of the two of us, I know he hopes for Sara as his bride, not me.
Knowing I can’t stall any longer, I get out of the car, shivering at the chill in the air I wasn’t prepared for when I started my journey up the mountain. I was so unprepared that I didn’t bring a coat, just the fuzzy sweater dress with tights and boots. I thought the outfit was so cute, but now I realize it isn’t practical.
The first blast of cold air hits me. I suck in a breath, trying not to shiver as I approach Nash’s cabin. I rub my hands on my arms to generate heat to warm me.
I look towards his cabin. It seems cozy, set against the backdrop of the snowcapped mountains in the distance, trees as far as the eye can see, and fluffy white snowflakes gently falling from the sky.
Wait a minute, snowflakes? Is it snowing? No, it can't be snowing. But as I continue to look around me, I see it is snowing. It's coming down hard now, so hard I can barely see Nash’s cabin, which was right in front of me a minute ago, but now it’s barely visible behind the curtain of heavy falling snow.
I hurry my steps, wanting to get this over with so I can head back down the mountain before the snow worsens. Unable to see his cabin clearly, I walk to where I think the house is.
My feet feel like ice cubes as each step I take toward the cabin causes pain to shoot up my legs. My teeth start to chatter. I have never been this cold in my life. Putting one foot in front of the other takes all my concentration. The wind has picked up, and I start to shiver from the cold wind as it penetrates my body, whipping my hair around my face. I can feel the cold all the way down to my bones.
Finally, I make my way to the front door. I lift my hand to knock on the door, but my hand is so cold, and I'm so tired. I need to lie down for a few minutes. Giving up the fight, I let my body slide to the wooden porch as darkness fell across my eyes.
Chapter two
Nash
There’s nothing more challenging than women and a winter snowstorm in the mountains. Luckily, I’ve been burned by both before, so I’m always prepared for the worst.
Dressed in heavy flannel, fleece-lined jeans, a stocking cap, gloves, and heavy work boots with thick wool socks, the slice of the surprise cold wind and snow doesn’t affect me. I grew up in the mountains and now work for the Mountain Rescue Patrol, so I’m always prepared for the worst the elements can deliver.
I pick up my pace, only a few feet from my cabin when I see something on my front porch. I can only make out a blurry shape with the heavy snow falling. It’s probably an animal looking for shelter.
As I get closer to my house, I realize it’s not an animal on my porch but a woman—a curvy woman with long auburn hair.
I lean down and roll her body toward me—her long auburn hair shifts from her face and fans around her head like a halo. She’s breathtaking, and she’s mine. I’d know that face anywhere. It’s the face I have been jacking off to for the last six weeks.
I almost backed out of the arranged marriage until her picture arrived. Sure, another woman was in the picture, but as soon as I laid eyes on Sara, I knew she was mine, and I would stop at nothing to have her. I even lied to her to force her to come to me, threatening to sue her if she backed out of our marriage contract.
There was just something about her picture that spoke to me like a siren’s call. Her eyes were a deep, mossy green, like the forest after a hard rain. I can’t wait to see those eyes up close. See how they respond when my cock is pounding inside her pussy. My cock responds by painfully pressing against my zipper, trying to reach our bride.
I adjust my cock and remind myself that I need to get her inside and warmed up by the fire. Even though I’ve never had to do this myself, after all my years with the Mountain Rescue Team, I know the best way to warm her up is with skin-to-skin contact.
I bend down and pick her up into my arms. Her sweet curves press into my body, and I groan. My cock stands at attention taking notice again. I start counting backward from one hundred, hoping my body will relax long enough to take our clothes off and warm her up in front of the fire.
I set her on the couch so I can remove our clothes, and she groans.
I slip off my jacket and stare down at her. Her ruby red lips begging to be kissed pucker slightly against her smooth white skin. She reminds me of one of those porcelain dolls my mom collects. So beautiful but fragile.
I take off the rest of my clothes and start on hers. I unzip her boots, taking each one off. I slide her tights down her legs. My heart skipped a beat as each inch of her skin was exposed to my hungry gaze. Her dress is next until she is left in her red bra and panties.
I have to squeeze my cock to control myself. Her tits are so huge they are spilling out of her bra, and I groan, thinking about fucking them as she holds them together. How she would lick the tip of my cock when I thrust it between her tits. I take a deep breath, willing those dangerous thoughts away, and continue to remove the rest of her clothes.
I ran my hand up her leg to her panties and lowered them over her hips and down her legs. I lift her panties to my nose and take a deep breath, fuck, she smells delicious. I can't help but smile, knowing she is mine.
I take her bra off last, her tits bounce, and her nipples pucker taunting me. I grabbed a blanket and picked her up again. A shock runs through my body when our bare skin touches. I will need the patience of a Saint to get through this.
I settled us in front of the fire, cradling her on my lap, and tucked the blanket tightly around us. She moans and snuggles down deeper into my embrace. I hold her close and drift off to sleep with visions of our life together dancing in my dreams.
Chapter three
Cora
My body feels like it’s on fire. I feel hot and
I can feel his hot breath on my cheek. There is something hard poking my backside, causing me to wiggle against it trying to figure out what it is.
Warm hands turn me to my side, and I feel kisses down the side of my neck and across my breasts, lips stopping to suckle on each one. I sigh into the touch and run my fingers through his hair.
His mouth works its way lower until his head is between my thighs. His beard rubbing against my thighs is better than I imagined. His tongue runs up and down my slit, and I drop my legs to the sides, giving him more room to explore my core.
My body tightens, and my toes curl, “Nash.” I moan.
“Fuck, Sara, you taste amazing.”
Sara? Why would my dream Nash call me Sara?
“No.” I jerk awake and scramble away from Nash.
"I know we were planning on waiting until our wedding night, but after tasting you, I don't think I can wait." He smiles, and I noticed my juices glistening on his beard.
No, this can’t be happening. Nash deserves the truth. I’m not Sara, and they are not getting married.
I bite my lip. But what about me? How long has it been since I’ve done something for myself? I’m a twenty-five-year-old virgin who missed out on being a teenager and sowing my wild oats in college. It’s time I did something for myself.
Sara doesn’t want to marry Nash, and he'll be mad once he finds that out. But maybe for a few hours, I can steal some happiness with him.
I scoot closer to Nash and wrap my arms around his neck, “Call me Cora. It’s what all my friends call me.” Then, I seal my fate with a kiss.
His lips crash down on mine, his tongue running along the seam of my lips, demanding that I let it in. I obeyed with a moan, rubbing my tongue against his.
I debate, telling him that I’m still a virgin. He’s at least ten years older than me. I’m sure he’s been with more experienced women, and I don’t want to disappoint him.
When I hesitate, he asks, “What’s wrong, Cora?”
I lower my gaze to his chest, “I’m a virgin.”
He takes my chin in his hand, bringing my eyes to meet his, “I’m a virgin too, honey.”
His admission shocks me, “A-are you serious? You’re not just pulling my leg, are you?” I hold my breath, waiting for his answer.
“I’ve never wanted to be with anyone before I met you.” He bends down, catching my mouth in a deep kiss. “We’ll learn together.” He vows against my lips.
“But first, I’m going to make us some breakfast.” He swats my ass before standing up and moving to the kitchen.
I’m left wide-eyed and stunned, staring after his naked backside. The only consolation is watching the tight muscles of his ass as he walks away. I bite my lip, holding back a moan, but a small sigh still escapes, causing him to turn around.
“Like what you see, wife?” He smiles and wiggles his eyebrows up and down in a seductive manner.
My heart skips a beat, and I feel a flush of regret, knowing I will never be his wife. I push those thoughts aside and join him in the kitchen, choosing to stay just as naked as he is. If I only have a short time with him, I’m going to make the most of it.
***
Nash
I wasn’t expecting her to join me in the kitchen naked, but I'm glad she did. My girl is brave, parading around a stranger without any clothes on. She better make sure I’m the only one she walks naked around. I might have to spank her ass to make sure she understands that she is mine and I don’t share.
“What are you making?” She wraps her arms around me, her breasts plastered against my back, her hands dangerously close to my cock.
“Nothing if you keep that up.” I spin in her arms so her breasts are now pressed against my chest, and my cock slides between her thighs, getting rewarded with her wetness. I thrust my hips back and forth, dragging my cock across her clit.
“I don’t think I’m hungry for breakfast.” She moans, throwing her head back and thrusting her hips against me.
As much as I want this to continue, I grab her hips, stopping her motion. “We have to stop, or I’ll come, and the first time I come with you, I’m going to do it in here.” I dip my fingers into her soaked pussy, causing her to moan louder. “Plus, we have to check on the animals in the barn first.”
“Animals?” Her bewildered look was so adorable that I kissed her on the nose.
“Yes. I have some chickens, a dairy cow, and, of course, the horses.”
“Horses, I’ve always wanted to learn to ride.” She clapped her hands, and a huge smile crossed her face.
“We have a lifetime for me to teach you how to ride.” The smile falls from her face at my words. “Is there something wrong?” I coax.
“No, everything is fine.” The smile was back on her face, but it didn't reach her eyes like it had a moment ago. I’ll let it go for now.
“OK, let’s get you dressed in warmer clothing. I can’t think with you standing there in all your naked glory.” A faint blush stains her body, and I know I will never get tired of this woman.
Chapter four
Cora
We spent the day with Nash, showing me around his mountain farm. I never realized a mountain man could be a farmer, too, but with his heated barn, the animals seem happy. The chickens clucked at my feet the whole time I was feeding them, as Nash showed me. Ringo and Bingo, Nash’s horses, happily taking the offered carrots I gave them. Milking Bossy was another story. It will take her longer to warm up to me next time. Except there won’t be a next time. After tonight, I need to confess everything to Nash. I feel guilty enough as it is.
I’ve almost told him twice already, but each time I see the happy glint in his eyes, I chicken out, like now.
“I was thinking if you want, we can get married after getting to know each other better." His boyish smile melts my heart. I wasn't expecting him to be so patient and take his time. I don’t know what I expected. Maybe to be thrown over his shoulder and ravished. Not that that sounds bad.
“I think that’s a wonderful idea.” I stole a kiss from his lips. We’ve been doing that all day. A stolen kiss there. A quick caress here. I’m more than primed for tonight when I make him mine. Well, mine for the night.
“Tell me again what kind of snowmen you and your sister used to make.”
I laughed, recalling when we first stepped out into the snow today with me snuggled in his clothes and boots that clomp when I walk, telling him about our winters in Nebraska. “Care Bears.” I giggled. “We made the whole lot of them: Grumpy, Cheer, Funshine Tenderheart, Share, Wish, Good Luck, Bedtime, and Love-A-Lot. We used food coloring to dye the snow the right color. We even designed their bellies to match their names. We were the envy of the whole neighborhood.”
“Sounds like a great childhood. You are lucky to have a sibling. I’m an only child. My parents were older when they had me. My mother had been told she would never conceive. She still refers to me as her miracle baby.”
I smiled, picturing anyone referring to my giant, sexy mountain man as a baby.
“How about your parents? What are they like?” His question is so innocent and sincere that it makes my heart break even more. I hate talking about my parents after their death.
“My parents were killed by a drunk driver when I was eighteen, and my sister was eleven.” My voice hitched.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to upset you.” He laced his fingers through mine and brought my hand to his lips for a kiss.
He is so sweet. Damn you, Sara. How can you break his heart like this?
“It was a long time ago. Take me back to the cabin and make me forget.” I kissed his lips, and he picked me up in his arms with a growl. His big boots slipped off my feet, and I laughed. I need this one night with the man of my dreams.
***
Nash
Once inside the cabin, our hands are everywhere, taking off each other’s clothes. She kisses and touches everywhere she can reach in a frantic, almost desperate need.
