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This book is part of the Bradford Brothers and Friends series of standalone but connected SEAL bad boy books. It’s not necessary to read the other books to understand this one, but if you’ve missed any and would like to catch up, for a limited time, all of them are included in this edition of Mountain Man’s Baby, as bonus books for your continued reading enjoyment.

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To my own babies: two in my arms and one in my heart, and to their father as well.

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Chapter 1 Darren

The chilly mountain air felt refreshing as it breezed past me, tussling my hair and threatening to push me over with each powerful blow.  As strong as it was, I welcomed the brisk gusts of wind that reminded me that I was still alive.

I never imagined that I would be so content, living all alone off in the mountains, away from civilization.  It’s funny how one single event can alter the course of your life in an instant.

Sitting on the deck on the back of my house, I looked out at the majestic, snow-covered mountain peaks far off in the distance.  It was like watching a movie that had froze frame.  Nothing moved despite the wind billowing all around.  In fact, other than the wind, there was a calm silence that permeated the air all around me.

I sat back and closed my eyes, letting my mind drift.

I almost jumped out of my chair when my phone, which was sitting on my lap, began to vibrate.  When I looked at the caller id, my heart sank and I let out an involuntary groan.  I thought about letting it go to voicemail, but I knew that would only start an endless barrage of calls and messages until I answered, so I decided that it would be better for me to just get it over with and answer the phone.”

“Hi, Harlow,” I answered, dryly.

“Hey, Darren.  God, it’s good to hear your voice again.  How have you been?”

“Been good.  What’s up?”  I asked, curtly.

“I just wanted to know how everything was going for you,” he said.  I’ve been trying to reach out to all of the guys who were treated by Dr. David.  I’ve been trying to reach you guys ever since he treated me.  What he did was wrong and he needs to pay…”

I chuckled at the irony of his word choice.  He definitely did pay, alright.  In fact, the house that I was living in was part of the payment that I got from him after he was brought up on fraud charges.

I remember it like it was yesterday.  My phone rang and it was a call from Dr. Davis’ attorney wanting to offer me a hefty settlement in exchange for my silence and an agreement not to sue him. 

I was depressed.  I was convinced that I could never have a normal life again.  The accident and treatment by Dr. Davis made me look like a monster, a freak of nature meant to star in some horror movie.  I did the calculations and, with the amount of money that Dr. Davis was agreeing to give me, it would be enough for me to live out the rest of my existence in quiet solitude, away from people who might mock or shudder in horror at the sight of my face.  So, I jumped at the offer and never looked back.

So, the conversation that I was having with Harlow was not only toeing the line of me violating that agreement, but it was also an annoyance that I would have rather not been dealing with.

“Hey, look, man,” I said.  “I understand that things turned out badly for us.  I really do.  But, I finally have some peace and a chance at some what of a normal life.  I made my home in the mountains, away from the prying eyes of people and I am very happy here.  I came here to escape people.  I really don’t want to talk to anyone.”

“I know what you mean, but Dr. Davis shouldn’t be able to get away with what he did to us.  If it weren’t for him, you might not feel like you don’t have a place in normal society.  He ruined our lives and we need to stand up together to make sure that he doesn’t ruin any more.”

“Hey, man, why can’t you take the hint?” I asked through clenched teeth.  “I don’t want to talk to anyone.  And that includes you.  I work hard every day to try forgetting that day, so I don’t need you calling to remind me exactly how much my life has been ruined.”

“Hey, we’re on the same side here, Darren.  What happened to us isn’t something that you can just easily forget.” 

I could hear the hurt in his voice, but I didn’t care.

“JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!”

I hung up the phone before he had the chance to say anything else.

I jumped up from my seat on the deck and began pacing.  I was angry and wanted to find a way to relax.

My mind went back to the last time that I’d been able to relax, when I was in bed with a beautiful woman.  That had been so long ago.  But, my dick stiffened at the thought.

I walked slowly to my room, my hardening member guiding the way.  Once in my room, I closed the door, pulled down my pants, and sat down.  I looked down at my dick, veins bulging from my own excitement.  I spat on my hand and started running my hand up and down the length of the shaft.  The quiet smacks from the lubrication of my saliva made me imagine the women that I used to sleep with.  I could see their perky tits bouncing up and down as they slammed their wet pussies up and down on my dick.  I could hear their guttural cries of ecstasy as our bodies writhed on the bed, sending us into wild fits of powerful orgasms.

But, no matter how much I tried to have my own orgasm, rubbing my dick faster and faster, I just couldn’t cum.  After almost an hour of trying, my dick went limp and I gave up.

How disappointing, I thought.  I curled up on the bed, thinking about how pitiful I had become.  I was angry at myself. 

“Even my dick is broken,” I said aloud, to nobody in particular.  It seemed like the accident had left every part of me broken.

My mind drifted back to that day, the day that had changed my life forever.  I can still hear the whir of the helicopter blades overhead as my fellow SEALs and I sat at the ready, eyes combing the Afghanistanian desert below us for signs of life from our fallen brothers, hoping that we could rescue those still surviving, grandiose thoughts of becoming heroes.

All of a sudden, shots rang out and I could hear the pings against the metal of the helicopter followed by the flashing red light and alarm going off.

“We’ve been hit!  We’ve been hit!” someone yelled out.  I remember the panic in the eyes of the SEALs sitting in the helicopter with me as we waiting for the eventuality of our situation that we expected to result in our deaths.

As the helicopter went down, right before the moment of impact, I sent up a quick prayer that it would all be over quickly.  I felt every bit in the impact and then extreme heat as a fire exploded around us. I closed my eyes and waited.

Then, I could feel myself beginning to float.  I thought that my soul was leaving my body until I realized that I was being pulled from the rubble of the downed helicopter.  I could feel the fire burning my skin.  I felt like I was melting.  Ramsey Bradford had pulled me out and threw me on the ground right next to his brother, Harlow, who had been badly burned and injured, too.  I remember our eyes meeting and wondering if his would be the last face that I would see before I died.  A few moments later, the helicopter exploded with some men still trapped inside.

I remember having a glimmer of hope.  I felt like I was one of the lucky ones.  I had survived.  I was going to be okay.

But, considering how things had gone after that, the way that everything changed, the way that women would gasp and take steps back when I approached, the way that no one every looked me in the face, the way that the people that I cared about went out of their way to avoid me, I realized that I would never be okay again.

And now, laying on my bed with my limp dick in my hand, I knew that that probably included me not ever being okay sexually again.

I couldn’t help but to feel sorry for myself.