High Country Christmas

London spun around to look at him.

She crossed her arms in front of her body protectively. “Why do you think you want to marry me, Tyler? You don’t even know me.”

Tyler stood up and walked over to where she was standing.

“I know you.” He took off his hat and placed it on the rectangular preacher’s podium. “I’ve known you since the moment I saw you.”

He put his hands on her upper arms. “No matter how hard you tried to hide from me, I always saw you.”

Staring into his eyes, it seemed to London that she could see directly into his soul. He was standing before her, unguarded, baring himself to her, and she could see the goodness in him. She could see beyond the dashing bachelor cowboy exterior to the true man he was inside. And he wanted her, pregnant or not.

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The Brands of Montana: Wrangling their own happily-ever-afters

High Country Christmas

Joanna Sims

JOANNA SIMS lives in Florida with her awesome husband, Cory, and their three fabulous felines, Sebastian, Chester (aka Tubby) and Ranger. By day, Joanna works as a speech-language pathologist, and by night, she writes contemporary romance for Mills & Boon Special Edition. Joanna loves to hear from Mills & Boon readers and invites you to stop by her website for a visit: www.joannasimsromance.com.

Dedicated to Gail Chasan …

Thank you for taking a chance, giving me a shot and making me a better writer.

Contents

Cover

Introduction

Title Page

About the Author

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Extract

Copyright

Chapter One

At the front door of Tyler Brand’s cabin, London Davenport paused to slip off her cowboy boots and tuck them under her arm. There weren’t any lights on at the main house, just as there weren’t any lights on in the cabin. It was summertime, and life on the Brand family’s Montana cattle ranch typically started before sunrise; it appeared that she was the only one foolish enough to be sneaking around after midnight.

This is crazy.

That was the loudest thought in her mind when she reached for the doorknob and slowly opened the door. The large open living space of Tyler’s rustic log cabin was dimly lit by a night-light in the hallway that led to the small cluster of secondary bedrooms. Tyler’s room, the master bedroom, was on the other side of the cabin. And that’s where she was heading.

As quietly as she could, she made her way to Tyler’s bedroom. Tyler’s sister was getting married, and the best man, Logan Wolf, a police officer from San Diego, was bunking in the cabin. The last thing she wanted was to get caught sneaking into Tyler’s bedroom like a horny teenage girl. When she reached her destination, she stood in the dark, debating whether or not to even try the door. If it was locked, she would be able to chicken out gracefully and no one would be the wiser. But she did try the door, and the door was unlocked.

Instead of turning around as she knew she should, London slipped into Tyler’s bedroom and shut the door behind her. She leaned back against the door, her hands behind her body and her fingers still on the cool doorknob. Tyler was sound asleep on his back, covers kicked off his body, pillows on the floor. His Stetson hung on one of the short bedposts at the foot of the queen-size bed.

“Tyler...” She whispered his name from her spot at the door.

He didn’t budge.

“Tyler...”

When he still didn’t budge, London moved away from the door, toward the bed, and promptly tripped over his boots.

“Ow!” She had to drop her boots on the floor in order to catch herself on the edge of the bed. “Darn it!”

She had managed to stub her toe in the process. It wasn’t how she had played this out in her mind, but her exclamation of pain had done the job—he was awake now. Tyler rolled out of bed as if he was under attack, grabbed something off the nightstand and switched on the light.

“Jesus, London...” Tyler lowered the revolver he had aimed at her. “I could’ve shot you!”

London stopped rubbing her toe and stood upright. “Well, why’d you leave your stupid boots in front of the door for me to trip over?”

“I didn’t know you were coming, now did I?”

“You invited me!”

“I’ve invited you a hundred different times, in a hundred different ways, and you’ve never taken me up on it before.”

He had a point. She was embarrassed about her klutzy tumble over his boots and she was taking it out on him. This wasn’t the sexy scene she had imagined when she first decided to surprise him with a midnight rendezvous.

“Why don’t you put your gun away, cowboy?” She nodded toward the revolver aimed down at the ground. “It’s starting to feel more like a hostage crisis and less like a seduction.”

When he heard the word seduction, Tyler couldn’t get the gun out of his hand fast enough. He set the gun back in the nightstand drawer and pulled on a pair of jeans. He felt at a disadvantage standing in front of London in his boxers. He zipped up the fly but didn’t bother with the top button or a shirt. He didn’t want to risk the chance of London changing her mind while he was stumbling around trying to pull himself together.

“I didn’t exactly think this through...” she said, watching him zip up his jeans.

“I’m glad you didn’t.” Tyler walked over to her. “You wouldn’t be here if you had.”

London was finally, unbelievably, in his bedroom. Over the years, his father had provided internships to Montana State University students who were majoring in agriculture or animal sciences. Most had been men, some had been women, but none of them had been like beautiful London Davenport. He had thought about this moment ever since he had first met her. But after she had rebuffed his every attempt to get to know her better, he hadn’t really believed that she would ever seek him out. And yet here she was—a Nordic beauty, six feet tall in her bare feet, with thick blond hair that fell all the way to her waist. Her oval face with its prominent cheekbones was scrubbed clean with soap and water. He’d never seen her wear anything more than sunscreen on that beautiful face of hers; makeup couldn’t enhance what nature had already blessed her with, anyway. She wasn’t girlie or prissy or squeamish; she was athletic and she worked the ranch as though she’d been born to it. And more often than not, she was just as covered in mud and manure as the men. He admired that about her.

“I know this is going to sound like a horrible cliché...but I think this was probably a mistake,” she said. “I should go.”

And there she was again, right on schedule—the London he recognized all too well. That was her MO: take one small step toward him and ten giant steps away.

Tyler didn’t respond to her words with words; instead, he responded with a kiss.

He didn’t hesitate or think it over. If he wanted her to stay—and he wanted her to stay—he had to bypass that overly analytical brain of hers and go directly to her heart. Her tongue tasted minty as he deepened the kiss. He wanted to kiss her objections away, kiss her doubts away. He had believed for a long time that if she would only let down her guard a little, she would see that they could be amazing together.

Once he started to kiss her, London stopped thinking about leaving and started to enjoy the feeling of being in Tyler’s arms. She liked the way he tasted; she liked the way he smelled. She loved the feel of his strong callused hands on her flesh; she loved the feel of his firm, insistent lips as he kissed her as if he was hungry for her. Before today, Tyler had never kissed her. He had tried every tactic possible to get her to date him: joking, flirting and asking her out for dates. But today, in the barn, he’d used a different tactic entirely. During one of her usual explanations about why she couldn’t get involved with him, Tyler had grabbed her and kissed her. Midsentence, in the middle of the barn where anyone could see, he’d kissed her. And it wasn’t just a little peck. It was a long, deep kiss that had made her a little weak at the knees. That had never happened to her before.

It was, by far, the sexiest kiss of her life. A kiss that had managed to unravel her carefully constructed determination not to get involved while she was in Montana. She only had one more semester to go, and then she was heading back to Virginia. It made absolutely no sense to get into a relationship that was destined to end. Especially with a cowboy like Tyler, who planned on spending the rest of his life ranching in Montana.

But then he had kissed her. And that kiss sparked a flame of passion in her that she couldn’t seem to extinguish. She had tried for so long to suppress her sexual needs in order to focus entirely on her education that his kiss had opened the floodgate. Years of desire bubbled up to the surface and left her feeling so sexually frustrated by the end of the day that she wanted to scream from it. She’d tried to take care of it herself in shower; she had tried to ignore it until she fell asleep. But the frustration wouldn’t stop. It just kept building and building and building until she realized that she needed Tyler. He had started this fire; he damn well needed to help her put it out.

Tyler didn’t stop kissing London until he heard her make a half pleasurable, half frustrated sound. When he heard that sound and felt her sway toward his body, he suspected that he had changed her mind about leaving.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he said to her quietly.

“I...” She wasn’t sure she could say the same. Was she glad that she was here? “...like the way you kiss me.”

He smiled at her with his eyes and kissed her again. When his arms encircled her body, she stepped closer to him and returned Tyler’s embrace. She closed her eyes, closed out any doubting thoughts, and allowed herself to get lost in the moment. Tyler’s lips moved to her neck to drop warm kisses from her earlobe down to her shoulder. He lifted his head and slid his hands down her arms; there was a question mark in his cornflower-blue eyes.

She looked at him directly, with a gaze that never wavered, and lifted her tank top over her head. She dropped it on the floor behind her. Tyler watched her with unabashed appreciation as she unhooked the front clasp of her bra. She slowly slid the straps of her bra off her shoulders and dropped it on the floor next to her tank top. She had wondered if it would be uncomfortable to be undressed in front of Tyler, but it felt completely natural to her. She wasn’t embarrassed. She wasn’t shy. In fact, the predatory glint in his eyes while he openly admired her naked breasts made her feel sexy and feminine—two feelings she didn’t often experience.

She had answered his question with her actions. He needed to know if she had come for more than his kisses, and when she took off her top and her bra, it was all the green light he required. He caught her eye, smiled a lover’s smile and reached out to trace the curve of her breasts with his fingertips. London had to close her eyes; it had been such a long time since she had allowed anyone to touch her like this. She wanted to savor every wonderful sensation.

“You are incredibly beautiful, London.” Tyler bent his head down to kiss her breast.

The moment she felt his warm mouth on her breast, a thought loop started to play again and again in her mind.

I need to feel you inside me. I need to feel you inside me. I need to feel you inside me.

“I need to feel you inside me.” London held on to his shoulders and whispered the words aloud.

Tyler lifted his head to study her face, his eyes darkened with desire, and then he easily lifted her into his arms to move her to his bed. Once there, London unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. She lifted her hips and he helped her disrobe. Now all of her clothes were on the bedroom floor and she was completely naked on his bed.

Tyler couldn’t help it; a few seconds passed by and all he could do was stand next to the bed and admire London. She was a golden goddess with long, muscular legs and shapely hips. He had imagined her here, in his bed, many times since they had first met over a year ago.

London sat up directly in front of him, her legs tucked to the side. She hooked her finger on his belt loop and pulled him closer to the bed. Tyler threaded his fingers in her silky hair while he watched her slowly unzip his pants. He stepped back away from the bed; she wanted him to strip off his clothes and he was willing to oblige her.

London silently prayed that God had built Tyler proportionate to his six-four frame. She wasn’t a petite woman. Men with smaller equipment had never been able to satisfy her. But the minute he was standing naked in front of her, she stopped worrying. Nature had been very kind to Tyler Brand. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on his body; he was a made-in-America cowboy—masculine, beautifully built. With a handsome face to boot.

Tyler grabbed a condom from the nightstand drawer, flipped off the light and joined her in bed. He was surprised that she didn’t want a lot of foreplay, but all he cared about was making sure that he pleased her. He gently laid his body on top of hers, chest to breast, and settled between her thighs. When London felt Tyler begin to join their bodies together, she lifted her hips and tried to take more of him.

She stared intensely into his eyes. “I need to feel you inside me...”

“I’m trying to be careful,” Tyler said tightly.

He had discovered that many women were too shallow to take all of him. Over the years, he’d learned to be cautious in the beginning to make sure he didn’t hurt the woman he was with.

“Tyler. I won’t break...you don’t have to hold back with me.”

With a low groan, Tyler sank the full length of his long shaft into her body. Seated completely within her, Tyler had to pause to collect himself. It had never felt like this before. He had never been with a woman who had taken him so easily, so completely. She was hot and tight; she was a perfect fit. It was going to take every ounce of his willpower to keep his body under control; he needed to focus entirely on pleasuring her.

London closed her eyes as Tyler slid himself inside her. The feel of his hard shaft was a relief. She locked her legs tightly around Tyler’s hips to keep him deep within her and quietly repeated over and over again, “Oh, thank God, oh, thank God...”

He started to move inside her, slowly at first, but Tyler soon discovered that London knew her own mind, in and out of bed. She wanted him to love her harder, faster, deeper. She was wild with frustration, as if she had an itch that hadn’t been scratched in years. He had never tried so hard to satisfy a woman. He had never tried so hard to stop himself from climaxing.

Tyler stopped moving. “Wait...wait...I need a minute...”

London recognized that expression on his face all too well; she stopped moving to give him a chance to get his body under control. But it was too late.

“Damn it!” Tyler cursed as he pulled back one last time, plunged deep inside her and climaxed.

“I’m sorry...” Tyler dropped his head, closed his eyes and locked his arms so he kept his weight off her. “Damn it...”

London turned her head away from him, near tears from frustration. This was exactly why it had been easy for her to avoid sex altogether. Most men couldn’t last long enough to get her to orgasm, and more often than not, she was left feeling more sexually frustrated than before she had started.

“You didn’t have an orgasm, did you?” Tyler was staring down at her face.

She shook her head. “No.”

Tyler cursed again, touched his forehead to hers. “I’m sorry. I held back for as long as I could.”

“It’s okay.” Disappointment and frustration were etched into the features of her pretty face.

“No, it’s not.” Tyler shook his head. He couldn’t believe that he’d just managed to screw up lovemaking with his dream woman.

“It’s not your fault, okay?” London looked up at him. “I’ve always had a hard time...getting there...”

“Then I’ll just have to work a little harder next time, won’t I?”

“Sure,” she agreed. “Next time.”

They parted ways. Tyler went into the adjoining bathroom and she started to get dressed.

“Hey...” Tyler reappeared, still naked, holding a washcloth. “Where are you going?”

“We both have busy days tomorrow...”

“Uh-uh. No way.” Tyler took her bra out of her hands and led her back to his bed. “That was just the warm-up...”

London let him guide her back down on the mattress, and she let him slip her underwear over her hips. The warmth of a washcloth felt good between her legs, but it felt even better when Tyler replaced the washcloth with the warmth of his mouth.

“Just relax and enjoy,” she heard him say. And it didn’t take long for Tyler to make her forget that she had intended to leave.

With his hands, Tyler massaged her breast while he kept her aroused with his tongue. She tasted sweet on his lips and Tyler feasted on her delectable pink flower until his body was ready for lovemaking again.

“Don’t go anywhere...” He pulled open the nightstand drawer and searched for another condom.

When he didn’t find one, he stood up, turned on the light so he could search more quickly.

“You’ve got to be kidding me...” After another search, he stared at the few items in the drawer.

“What’s wrong?” she asked in a tense voice.

He looked at her with a shake of his head. “I think that was the last condom.”

London covered her face with her hands to stop herself from screaming at him. She was so off-the-charts frustrated that she almost told him to forget about the condom. But she couldn’t get the words out of her mouth.

“Wait...” Tyler went over to his dresser, riffled through the top drawer. Beneath the socks and the underwear, he found what he was looking for.

“Found one,” he quickly reassured London. He ripped the package open and put it on. It was too tight, but he didn’t care at this point.

“Green?” London was propped on her side, staring at the condom.

“As long as it works, does the color really matter?”

London shook her head; she moved over so he could join her in bed again. He pulled the covers up over their bodies, but when he tried to cover her body with his, she pushed him onto his back playfully. There was an excited spark in her bright blue eyes as climbed on top of him, slipped down onto his erect shaft and moaned gratefully. Tyler groaned loudly and grabbed her hips to push deeper inside her. Moving her hips slowly, London opened her eyes and found Tyler watching her take her pleasure.

She smiled at him in a way she had never smiled at him before. She closed her eyes again, tilted back her head, letting the soft ends of her hair brush across his thighs as she rocked her hips.

“Come on, baby...” Tyler felt her quicken her pace, felt her thigh muscles tighten around him. She was close, so very close.

London’s rhythm became frantic; she gripped his tensed biceps, their bodies locked tightly together, until he saw a look of sheer ecstasy wash over her face. She bit her lip hard to stop herself from crying out as her body finally began to shudder. Witnessing the beautiful sight of London’s climax, Tyler couldn’t hold back any longer. He grabbed her hips, started to thrust harder and deeper, harder and deeper, until he finally exploded inside her for a second time that night.

His heart slamming in his chest from exertion, Tyler opened his eyes to discover that London had been watching him as closely as he had watched her. They started into each other’s eyes, both of them flushed with satisfaction.

“So...how was that for you?” he asked after he caught his breath.

London laughed. She leaned down and kissed him lightly. “Incredible!”

She wasn’t much of a touchy-feely person. She never had been. But after such intense lovemaking, she wanted to be close to Tyler. She snuggled down onto his chest, rested her ear over his strongly beating heart, and let him wrap his arms around her.

“London?”

“Hmm?”

“I think you’re a very special person...”

She smiled faintly. “Thank you.”

“...and you know that I think we should be more than just friends...”

London didn’t want him to finish his sentence. She pushed herself out of his arms and stood up.

Tyler cursed under his breath. “Why isn’t it okay for me to say that, London?”

“Because I’ve already told you that I’m moving back to Virginia after I graduate. You’re staying here. I don’t understand why we have to keep on having the same pointless conversation.” With her back to him, London started to get dressed.

“A woman with a degree in equine science can write her own ticket in Montana.”

London yanked on her jeans and quickly slipped on her tank top. “Don’t ruin this, Tyler...we had a good time.”

Irritated, Tyler rolled to the other side of the bed and stood up. He reached for the condom to pull it off and discard it.

“Oh, crap...”

“What?” London spun around.

“The condom broke.”

Chapter Two

“What?” She stared disbelievingly at Tyler’s back. “No...”

Her normally slow and steady heartbeat started to pound like a jackhammer in her chest. She quickly moved to the other side of the bed, where Tyler was examining the broken green condom. They both stood there silently and studied it. The tip of the condom had blown apart and it was obvious that it hadn’t provided any protection at all.

Tyler shook his head in disgust and tossed the condom in the trash. London felt as if she would start cursing if she let herself speak, so she silently pulled on her socks and her boots.

Tyler zipped up his jeans, buttoned them and then turned to her. He looked as sick as she felt.

“That’s never happened to me before...” He’d never come this close to the possibility of a woman being pregnant with his child. He had strong feelings for London, feelings that he doubted she returned. But the last thing he wanted right now was the responsibility of a kid.

“Me, neither...” London said in a very quiet, controlled voice. “Where did you even get a green condom?”

Tyler picked up the empty wrapper, crumpled it up in his fist and then threw it in the trash. “Bachelor party.”

London’s eyebrows lifted in surprise and then dropped as she frowned. “I’m sorry...did you say that you got it at a bachelor party? You aren’t serious.”

“What does it matter where it came from? It broke.”

“Trust me...” London glared at him and pulled the wrapper out of the trash. “It matters to me.” She studied the wrapper. “Made in India? They have a billion people in India.”

“So?”

“India has delicious food, beautiful jewelry, incredible hand-beaded saris...but I seriously doubt that condoms are their strongest export!”