Page 35 of Curves for the Mountain Man

Roscoe stiffens, jumping fluidly to his feet to greet her. “This is my mom, Florence,” I introduce. “Mama, this is Roscoe Vaughn, the man who saved my life and the man I’m going to marry.” I hold up my hand, the big diamond sparkling in the hospital room’s fluorescent lights.

My mother’s jaw hits the floor.

“Mrs. Harper, nice to meet you,” Roscoe greets, offering his hand.

She takes it tentatively, scrutinizing his face. “You look nothing like the pictures plastered online.”

“And I’ve done nothing like what they allege,” he adds with a firm nod.

“Well, then, I’m sorry for thinking the worst about you.”

“No need to apologize, ma’am.”

She shakes her head, covering the hand she still shakes with her other. “No, I have to. Because from what Ginger’s told me…” Her voice quavers. “I owe you a hug and a big thank you for saving my baby girl.” She wraps her arms unhesitatingly around him, and he leans down, gently patting her back.

“I would do it again in a heartbeat, Mrs. Harper,” he says as she lets go of him, and he straightens. “I’ve fallen in love with your daughter, and I plan on marrying her … with your and Mr. Harper’s blessings.”

She frowns. “You have mine. But that old codger? He wouldn’t know what makes for a good marriage if it bit him in the ass.”

Roscoe stifles a surprised laugh as I shake my head.

Mama shoots me a look that says I have plenty of explaining to do. To Roscoe, she says, “Thank you for saving my daughter. I’m going to leave you two alone because you have lots of catching up to do, and I haven’t slept well in nearly a week.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Mama,” I call after her. She nods as Roscoe hugs her goodbye before leaving.

Crawling back onto the bed to spoon me, Roscoe asks, “Now where were we?”

“Husband and wife.”

“And how about Mommy and Daddy?”

“You really do want babies,” I giggle.

He nods, grinning the widest I’ve seen since meeting him.

“And lover, always lover,” I add, snuggling back into him.

His hands drop to my waist, squeezing my hips and pressing my ass hard against his cock, which instantly starts growing. “I’d give my left arm to show you what this Scorpio lover can do. When are they discharging you?”

“Hopefully, tomorrow.”

“Good, because I’ve got a hotel suite next door with a private jacuzzi and lots of champagne that feels downright lonely without you.”

“That sounds heavenly.”

Roscoe frowns. “Although I hate that your dad’s paying for it...”

“Don’t. My dad’s swimming in so much dough, he doesn’t care.”

The Ranger growls, “That’s not how I work, Ginger. I plan on paying him back every cent for my legal fees, lodging, the barber. All of it.”

“No, baby. Everything Dad touches turns to gold.”

Roscoe mumbles, “He and I have that in common.”

“How so?”

He sighs, rubbing his hand over his chin. “I got into Bitcoin and other cryptos early … way back when I was a grunt. It’s not something I dwell on. Wealth and all that. But it matters now, with a woman and future family to care for.”

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