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  CHISELED

  The Mountain Man’s Babies

  Frankie Love

  For the love of my life, Bear.

  About the book:

  It’s time to return to our favorite mountain—where potlucks are plentiful, men know how to change diapers, and there’s a place for everyone at the table. Grab a plate, scoop up some of Harper’s potato salad, get one of the burgers Jaxon is grilling, and enjoy the peace and quiet while it lasts—goodness knows there are enough kids running around that you’ve gotta take it when you can!

  The woods are heating up with CHISELED! It’s Grace’s turn to find her happily-ever-after … but she’s fallen for the reclusive mountain man named Bear! When a shocking package arrives at the doorstep of her cottage, she knows her world has just turned upside down— X 2!

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  EPILOGUE 1

  EPILOGUE 2

  Afterword

  PREVIEW

  Also by Frankie Love

  About the Author

  1

  Bear

  I never thought a man like me would end up in a place like this.

  Life rarely gives us what we expect, but often what we need.

  And God knows I needed a fresh start--a clean slate.

  Doesn’t mean it’s easy. My sister, Virginia, hasn’t stopped crying her eyes out since we got here.

  I’m not emotional about saying goodbye to our old life, but I am feeling more than a little stir-crazy, being with her 24/7. I tell her I’m going for a walk and then head out of the cabin to clear my head. Spending time outside will do my mind and body good. It’s the middle of the afternoon in late spring and the weather is perfect. Not too hot, not too cold.

  She’s so damn scared of outsiders right now, not that I blame her. Poor thing has been through hell and back, leaving her frail as a bird. Hell, I think she’d blow over if the wind got going.

  I love her because she’s my little sis, but I wish she were a little more resilient, a little stronger. Our old life is over. We’re out here on our own now.

  But damn, it feels good to stop looking over my shoulder while waiting for the shit to hit the fan. Out here, Ginny and I aren’t going to be found by the Badlands Motorcycle Club. Here, we’re free for the first time in our fucking lives.

  Growing up in Wyoming, life was hard, and we fell in with the Badlands when we were teenagers. We had nothing else, they were our family.

  But hell, even a guy like me knows that a family like that isn’t worth having.

  The wind rustles through the leaves and I relish the fresh air. After a life spent in dive bars, this mountain is a paradise. I cut across the familiar trail I’ve been taking every morning since we moved into our small cabin out here in the middle of nowhere, thanking God for this second chance.

  This particular trail is about more than a chance for fresh air, though. It’s a chance to see her.

  Her. That gorgeous creature who leans over plants and plucks them between her fingers.

  Her, the woodland nymph who kneels in the mossy earth, foraging for herbs, her wild hair loose and her sundress falling from her shoulder.

  I don’t know her name, but I plan on finding out everything there is to know about her.

  We moved here a few weeks ago, and every day I’ve seen her come out to the woods. I fall more and more in love with her each day.

  When I decided I needed to get my sister far from the hell that was taking over her life, I knew we needed to get as far away as possible.

  And after one look at this woman, I know there is nothing like her anywhere else on God’s green earth.

  I came here for a reason.

  She is the reason.

  We started driving, Virginia and I, after selling my bike and getting a beat-up pickup truck. When we got to Idaho, and I saw the mountain range, I figured these woods would be a good place to hide.

  I just wanted to get as far away as possible from the people who would be looking for us.

  The past isn’t all behind me, though. I know they will keep looking until they find me. No one leaves the Badlands without paying a price.

  I thought they were my brothers--my family.

  But they laid their hands on my sister, against her will, and I couldn’t stand by and not say something. I had to fight for her honor, even if it cost me everything.

  And she had to fight for her life, even if it meant blood on her hands.

  I look up to the blue sky, wanting my worries to fade away. Why am I going over all this shit anyway? I should be focused on looking for her.

  A branch cracks in the distance. I hear her melancholic voice as she begins to sing the same song she sings every day. The words wrap around me, and even though she’s not singing to me, her voice cracks open my heart. She doesn’t sing like a woman who’s had an easy life. She sings like an angel who’s been through hell and back.

  You are my sunshine, my only sunshine...

  Her voice is sweet like honey, thick like molasses, and I’m drawn to her even though I know I should stay away.

  You make me happy when skies are gray...

  I can’t help myself. I walk toward her, watching as she uses tiny scissors to cut wild mint leaves. She hears me moving through the trail and her chin lifts and her eyes meet mine.

  She looks startled, like a scared rabbit. Her eyes widen as she stands, knocking over her basket as she does.

  I can imagine how I must look to her, untamed and dominating. I’ve been growing my beard and my hair is longer than it’s ever been before. My biceps stretch the cotton t-shirt I’m wearing, and I hate the idea of my broad body intimidating her.

  For a moment, I consider retreating but as I run a hand over my jaw, I watch in surprise. She’s not running away. She’s walking toward me, curious.

  “I thought I was going crazy,” she says, her dark hair loose around her shoulders. “I’ve seen you around the woods, but you’ve never come close enough for me to say hello. I wondered if you’d make me come.” She swallows, hard, her cheeks flushed a rosy red. “Come over to introduce myself, I mean.”

  As she moves closer, I can see how bright her blue eyes are, like clear pools of water. We’ve never spoken before, but I already know she’s nothing like the women I’ve known from Badlands. Instead of collecting lovers and shitty tattoos, she gathers greens from the forest floor.

  Maybe that’s why I’m drawn to her
because she seems otherworldly. However, I know it’s more than just attraction. I’m pulled toward her like a moth to a flame.

  I jut out my chin, acknowledging her, but I’m at a loss for words. What am I supposed to say to the woman when just looking at her takes my breath away?

  “I’ve seen you poking around,” she continues, stepping over the small creek. Her feet are bare, and her toes grip the stones, but her balance is off. I offer her my hand, wanting to be the thing she holds onto in this world. “Oh, oh, my gosh,” she laughs, as she regains her footing once over the shallow water.

  She looks up at me, waiting for me to say something. I’ve never been good with women though. My words always get caught in my throat; catching and never quite saying what I mean.

  I don’t want to fuck this up though. Not with her.

  Standing next to her, I see how much bigger than her I am. My nickname’s always been Grizzly, but my legal name is Bear. I’m just that; big and burly. The kind of man who can hold his own, but not the kind a woman ever gets close to.

  But now, I’m standing here next to the one woman I want.

  “Are you gonna say something? Or are you planning on running off with me into these woods?” she asks with a lightheartedness I hadn’t expected. She looks me up and down, biting her bottom lip, and I see a flicker of want in her eyes.

  Interesting.

  She’s thin but strong. Her skin is a warm bronze from the sun and it’s clear she spends a lot of time outside. I wonder, not for the first time, where she lives. We’re out deep in the woods, and the idea of her living by herself makes my skin hot. A woman as innocent looking as she is shouldn’t be left alone.

  There are bears in these woods, after all.

  Or, at least, one grizzly.

  I clear my throat, my words as needy as my cock. “Is that what you want?” I growl. “Because, darlin’, I don’t think I could deny you a damn thing.”

  2

  Grace

  I’ve seen him for weeks now. Each time, I think this will be the day the mysterious mountain man speaks to me.

  Each day I am wrong.

  Except now, he has his hand on mine, steadying me and those dark brown eyes of his seem to bore into my very soul.

  He sees something in me I don’t even see in myself.

  “I don’t think I’d mind,” I tell him brazenly. “If you run off with me.” A thrill courses through my body as I say those words. I’ve never spoken anything like them in my life.

  God knows I would never have uttered words like that at the cult where I was raised... and never on this miracle mountain, either. Especially, since every single man is taken, save for Jonah.

  But I don’t want a man like Jonah. He may be handsome and well-liked, but he grew up in a conservative church like I did. We’re similar in ways that make me feel small. I want a man who has seen life through a different lens than me, whose view can expand my own horizons.

  A man like this one before me.

  I may have saved my virginity for twenty-two years, but for weeks I’ve been dreaming about the moment this stranger in these woods might speak to me... might do unspeakable things to me.

  I want him to throw me over his shoulder and have his way with me, knowing full well it would be my way too.

  “You mean those words?” he asks gruffly. He towers over me in a way that makes my cheeks hot. His eyes are so deep and dark I could get lost in them. And for a moment I do. Instead of answering, I notice my nipples are piqued at the thought of being with him. Last night, in my empty cottage, I pressed my fingers against myself, imagining him with me, ripping off my clothes and crashing his lips against mine.

  “I do,” I manage, daring to look at him. And it’s a good thing I do, otherwise, I’d have been caught entirely off guard.

  He cups my face in his hands, lowering his mouth to mine. Then he presses his lips against mine, stealing my breath and my thoughts and all my ideas about what is appropriate. About what is honorable.

  Suddenly my focus changes, because how can something that feels so good be wrong?

  It’s impossible.

  He kisses me hotly, and the passionate kisses are the first I’ve ever had. I’d been promised to a man in my old life but ran before taking my vows. It feels like a lifetime ago, though it’s only been two years.

  I always dreamed that when I finally kissed a man, it would be with a man like this. His hands are rough and weathered, but his lips are so soft and tender. My chest rises as he threads his fingers through my wild tangle of hair and he pulls me closer as our lips part, as his tongue finds mine.

  This is insane, yet I find myself whispering in his ear. “I want this. I want you.”

  And I know he wants me too. His hands move to my hips, grinding his own against mine and my thin dress is hardly a barrier. I feel all of him against my belly.

  Oh, I want more.

  I want everything.

  “Here?” he asks, huskily.

  I nod. “Right here. Right now.”

  He holds my face in his hands, searching my eyes, but I’m not hiding a thing.

  “Please,” I ask.

  He hears the cry of my heart, though, because he can’t seem to hold back any longer. He tugs down the straps of my dress, and my breasts are bared to him. I don’t look around; don’t wonder who might be watching. I know there is no one else here.

  I can’t afford much, but I managed to rent a small cottage on the mountain, and one benefit of this place is that the property is massive, edged by only one other cabin, which I’ve only heard about. It must be his.

  “Damn, woman,” he groans, his hands on my breasts, his thumbs rolling over my hard nipples. The sun filters through the tree branches, heavy and green, casting a warm glow on my skin, on his face--on this moment.

  He lowers his mouth to my neck, kissing me fiercely, and I shiver in anticipation. His frame dominates me and reminds me that he is in control, that right now I am submitting myself to him.

  But ever since I first saw him, I’ve been fantasizing about just that. Him taking control of my body.

  I’ve been waiting so, so long.

  My hands run over his solid chest and I feel that he’s even more strongly-built than I anticipated. Then again, I have never run my hands over a man. Or, let my fingers lift the hem of his shirt so I can feel his hot skin against my small hands.

  “Oh,” I whimper as he lowers to my breast, as he pulls it into his mouth, causing a ripple of desire to wash over me. I’m lost in the moment and so is he. He hitches up my dress, his hand running between my legs. I’m so wet for him and my thin cotton panties are making that quite clear.

  He seems to like it, to feel my growing need for him. “God, woman, you’re so damn ready.”

  I whimper as his fingers run over my pussy, my tender core that has never been touched. His hand runs up and down me, over my panties. He moves his hand faster and faster, but I want more, I want that which every woman I’m friends with here, experiences with their mountain men every day.

  I want him to fuck me, to take me, to teach me all about my body. I want this stranger to press his mouth to my mound and lick me until I scream, while I have my hands wrapped in his hair.

  Everything is so clear in my mind. And now, as he looks into my eyes, I know he is going to make it more vivid than I ever imagined.

  “You want this? You’re sure?” he growls in my ear, sending tiny prickles of pleasure up and down my spine.

  “More than anything,” I say, breathlessly. I know I’m acting recklessly but choosing to let my inhibitions take flight. I know the world is a cruel and broken place with zero guarantees, and that there are worse things than giving your body over to what it craves.

  Maybe that makes me trashy, makes me a tramp—or maybe it just makes me brave. Taking what I want when it is right in front of me. This man is certainly not judging me.

  Besides, I don’t think I could stop myself if I wanted to.

  A
nd when he presses my hand to his cock, I know he couldn’t stop either. He’s so thick and hard and makes me dizzy with desire just rubbing my hand over his jeans.

  Pulling me to himself, he pushes down my panties, and I step out of them as he undoes his jeans. I can’t help but run my hand over his big cock, the first I’ve ever seen, ever felt. The velvety smoothness surprises me and also excites me. He’s so massive, I can’t make a circle with my thumb and forefinger as I touch him.

  “God, that feels so fucking good.” His fingers move against my entrance, I’m so slick as his finger runs over my tiny bud, making me whimper. I can touch myself until I’m moaning but it is an entirely different sensation when a man does it.

  My eyes close and my nipples harden as he lifts one of my legs, slipping a finger into my pussy, his forehead lowering against my own.

  His kisses make me weak at the knees, and his hand against my most intimate place makes me delirious, but resting his forehead against mine causes me to melt in an entirely different way.

  It feels more real. Like this is more than wish fulfillment. This is my actual life, my body, my skin. His heartbeat and his eyes reaching into my soul.

  Maybe that’s dramatic, but this moment is larger than life, just like his presence.

  He lifts me up from the ground and I wrap my arms around his neck, my bare chest pressed against his ladder of abs. He smells like fresh air and pine trees with the musk of a real man.