Stone Heart: A Single Mom & Mountain Man Romance

Inside was a sparkling diamond ring that took my breath away. I felt tears slide down my cheeks as I stared at it, my mouth hanging open. When I finally looked back at Sean’s face, he was crying too. He cleared his throat and held the box out to me.

“Emily Ward,” he said softly. “I am so in love with you. You are the piece that was missing from our family, and now, we’re all whole again. So, will you please do me the honor of becoming my wife and spending the rest of your life as part of this little family?”

I couldn’t speak. My throat felt tight, and tears were still streaming freely down my cheeks. I cried with earnest, unable to stop. Finally, I nodded my head and fell into Sean’s arms. He caught me and kissed me quickly, wrapping his arms around my body and holding me tightly against him.

I sobbed into his chest while the kids surrounded us with hugs. Sarah wedged herself between us for a group hug, and then Tommy did the same. We held the kids and all laughed together, happier than we could ever remember being.

That night, Sean and I tucked the kids in bed in their room and then closed the door. We had adjoining rooms and were eager to be alone. We didn’t speak. We didn’t need to. Everything had already been said, and when we fell into each other’s arms, it felt like coming home.

We made love that night, slow and sweet. Our eyes never once fell from each other’s faces, and our hands never stilled as they moved across each other’s bodies. Sean whispered, “I love you” in my ear, over and over again, creating the perfect soundtrack to the perfect night.



The End





RYE HART SNEAK PEEKS





HER BEST MEN


A Reverse Harem Romance



PROLOGUE



Andrew pulled me off the couch and crashed his lips into mine. I melted into his embrace, feeling the brothers surrounding me. Andrew's muscles were twitching, and his cock was throbbing, and he was aching to be close to me.

As the guys undressed me, happiness shot through my veins. I missed them. More than I could stand.

“I missed you guys so much,” I said in a whisper, trying not to cry. “Thank you for not giving up when I did.”

“We’ll never give up on ya, pretty lady,” Andrew said. “But I know how you can make it up to us.”

His voice was hot against my ear as I leaned into his naked body.

“How’s that?” I asked.

“I want you to show us how you pleasured yourself in all those fantasies as a teenager,” Andrew said. “I think we all wanna see what we do to ya.”

I shuddered at the thought as I took their hands and led them into my bedroom.

I opened my nightstand and pulled out my vibrator. They gathered around my bed, their cocks hard and dripping for me.

I laid down with my legs spread wide, watching as Andrew and Caleb both licked their lips. I grinned as I turned on the vibrator, running the thick toy down my body. I traced it around my nipples, pulling them to hard peaks with the vibrations.

I squirmed as my free hand ran through my hair, biting my lip and putting on a show for them. I could hear their hands rubbing their dicks, their eyes hooked on me as the vibrator traveled closer to my wet pussy.

I traced it around my swollen clit as my heels pressed into the mattress.

I cupped my tit with my free hand, tugging at my nipple and sighing with relief. My juices were dripping, glistening against the hole I knew Andrew was already eyeing.

I slid the thick toy deep inside of me, bucking relentlessly against it as I watched them tug on their cocks. I moaned their names, chanting for their bodies as I felt my orgasm rising up throughout my body.

Before my back could collapse to the bed, Andrew reached for the toy. He pulled it from my body.

"You're so fucking hot. Get ready to come again on top of me, baby. We’ll give you the wildest fucking night of your life."

I knew he wouldn’t disappoint.





CHAPTER 1

KATIE



“It is a beautiful place,” I said.

I gazed out the window of the bathroom, slightly disoriented, as I looked across the fields. So much had changed over the past eight years. I couldn’t imagine it ever being the same.

God, I missed the carefree girl I once was. Maybe, a part of me came back in desperation to find her.

With emotions overpowering me, I was relieved to have my best friend and maid of honor, Lizzie, by my side. She was a southern fire cracker like none other.

“This is somethin outta a movie. I never thought them rowdy O’Conner brothers woulda done all this.” Lizzie said.

“What did she say?” Whitney asked.

“My accent’s not that bad woman! Git ya ears checked,” Lizzie said.

Whitney and Lizzie were still getting acquainted. Whitney and I met in college in New York, and she flew to Texas to join me for the wedding.

I giggled. “She’s talking about the O’Conner brothers becoming so rich,” I said.

The O’Conner brothers had been my next door neighbors and brother’s best friends since elementary school.

My mother called them the “talk of the town,” mostly because there were four boys, and all of them were predisposed to being the center of gossip in one fashion or another. Maybe it had to do with them being the most eligible bachelors in town.

I had the biggest crush on them growing up.

Since my brother was the protective type, I mostly enjoyed the company of the O’Conners as friends and kept my feelings private. The only person I opened up to was Lizzie. It wasn’t until my eighteenth birthday when feelings manifested into physical touches, kisses, and mischievous looks. We never went all the way, but man did I want them all badly.

Besides my physical attraction, I also fell for their characters. If I got angry, I could count on them to be home to play sports with me, or take me out fishing or camping.

We had the best of times together. I could outrun them and out-spit them. Often times, I could throw balls farther and kick balls harder than any one of them could.

What can I say? I tarnished their egos and I was exquisite at it. Lucky for me, we built a strong bond, nevertheless.

And, years later, while my mom was in the hospital, they’d setup times to visit her and kept me company there. They never ceased to make me feel loved during one of the toughest times of my life.

“The five of you were like peas in a pod. Always hangin’ ‘round, attached at the hips. I’m shocked you didn’t date none of ‘em. Too late now. You’ll be off the market thanks to that city boy.” Lizzie said.

My fiancé, Michael, was emotionally there for me during my mom’s chemo. I would have been a mess in New York if it wouldn’t have been for him. He held me up when I could no longer hold myself up.

He was human, which meant he had his faults, but I credited him for getting me through my mother’s death. When she first got sick, he was there to hold me and let me cry. When my mother wasted away from the worst of her chemo treatments, he was the one to fly me back and forth, so I could bounce between Texas and New York.

And when my mother died, he was the one that not only arranged her funeral for me but paid for it as well. The brothers offered to help, but I didn’t want to trouble them especially since they were so busy with business.

My mother’s sickness came as a shock to everyone.

She worked hard all her life but had always managed to keep a positive outlook on things. She kept herself as healthy as she could and went on long walks to keep herself physically active. Out of all the things to ail her, cancer was the last thing anyone could’ve ever expected.

“You still hangin’ in there?” Lizzie asked.

“Do you guys think I’m making the right decision? Please be honest.” I probed.

“Glad you finally asked someone,” Lizzie said. “Though you coulda done it before your damn rehearsal dinner.”

“Get off it, Liz,” Whitney said. “This is serious.”

“Yes, it is. If you want my solid opinion, Michael’s a shitbag,” Lizzie said.

“He’s got his good points,” Whitney said. “But, too be honest, I’m not sure they outweigh the bad.”

“He was there through everything with my mother,” I said.

“Them O’Conner brothers were, too,” Lizzie said.

“They’ve always been there. We’ve been friends forever.” I said. “But Michael? He was shocking.”

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