Cowboy Baby Daddy

by Hamel, B. B.

  They’re more than enough to make sure my dreams are going to be very, very dirty.

  But at least I sleep well, because I’m woken up early by a knock at my door. I figure it’s Tina coming to ask for her clothes back, so I answer in my short cotton shorts and oversized t-shirt, blinking sleep from my eyes.

  But it’s not Tina. Connor stands at the door, looking me over.

  “Get dressed,” he says, then hesitates. “Or not, actually. I like you like that.”

  I blush. “What’s going on?”

  “I’m taking you out today.”

  “Is Dodger okay?”

  He waves a hand. “He’s fine, checked on him ten minutes ago. Medicine did the trick.”

  “It couldn’t have worked that—”

  “Get dressed,” he says again then walks back down the hall.

  I groan and close the door. I’m tempted to get back in bed. It’s still dark out, after all, but this is a ranch. Darkness doesn’t mean sleep, not in the morning at least.

  I rinse off really quick, brush my teeth, make myself up, then throw on some clothes. Plaid shirt, zip-up hoodie, old boots, tight jeans. I head out into the main room then out onto the porch before spotting Connor standing near the horse paddock with two ATVs parked next to him. He’s sitting sideways on one, sipping from a Thermos.

  I walk over and he grabs another Thermos from the seat next to him and tosses it to me. I barely manage to catch it.

  “Thanks,” I say, opening it and sipping the coffee. “If there’s one thing I can count on here, it’s coffee.”

  “We may work out on the land, but we’re not animals,” he says, getting onto his ATV. “Come on. Let’s ride out together.”

  I walk over to the other ATV and frown at it. “I’ve never ridden one.”

  He grins at me. “You can ride on the back of mine if you want.”

  I think about my hands on his body, holding tight as we ride fast…

  But screw that.

  “I’ll figure it out. Just show me how.”

  He nods and helps me on. He shows me how to start it, where the gas is, the brake. “Simple,” he says.

  I sigh. It’s never as simple as it seems, but I don’t say anything.

  We ride out together as the sun starts to rise. I feel like we’re always doing something just at sunrise around here, but I guess that’s the nature of it.

  “Where’s everyone else?” I call out to him.

  “Already working,” he calls back. “You’re the lazy city girl, remember?”

  I glare at him. “It’s barely sunrise.”

  “So what? Work never ends around here.”

  We keep going, up over a ridge, heading to a place I’ve never seen before. We ride a little faster over the flat parts of the land, skirting watering holes and scrubby pines. He leads me along, unflappable and sure of himself. We ride for an hour or two, moving along some invisible barrier, before he finally pulls to a stop. We’re in a little ravine between hills, surrounded by a copse of trees and bushes.

  He kills his engine. “Good a place as any to stop,” he says.

  “What are we doing out here?”

  “Scouting.”

  I frown and kill my own engine. “Scouting for what?”

  He sighs and takes his Thermos out of his bag. I follow suit, drinking my coffee while we sit on our ATVs side by side.

  “There’s a big ranch family nearby,” he says. “The Bell family.”

  “Yeah, I’ve heard you talk about them,” I say. “Tina isn’t a fan.”

  “Nobody around here is. They’re a bunch of ambitious, greedy assholes.”

  “Sounds like a treat.”

  He laughs softly. “Yeah, they are. Well, we’re scouting the edges of my land, making sure the Bells aren’t encroaching.”

  I raise an eyebrow at him. “Is that something they do?”

  “It is,” he confirms. “And I used to let them get away with it.”

  “Used to?”

  He’s quiet for a second. We’re alone, very alone. I’d guess the closest human being is miles away right now. It actually feels good.

  “That bridge collapse wasn’t an accident,” he says. “I think that was the Bells sending me a message. I think they intend to make my life difficult.”

  “Why would they do that?” I ask him.

  He just shakes his head. “Complicated bullshit politics.” He climbs off his ATV and helps me off mine before taking out a blanket and a little sack lunch from his bag. He spreads the blanket out under a little grouping of trees, getting just enough shade for the both of us.

  We sit down and he offers me something to eat. I don’t have much, not really hungry yet, and he doesn’t eat at all.

  “Nice out here,” I comment.

  He nods and looks at me. “I don’t get to enjoy it much.”

  “You don’t?”

  “It’s a part of being here all the time. We’re all just… used to it.”

  “But I’m not. So you’re seeing it through my eyes.”

  He grins at me. “Something like that, yeah.”

  “Well, stop using me for your own pleasure,” I say jokingly, but that just makes his eyes spark. He moves a little closer to me.

  “Why not?” he asks.

  “I don’t know,” I stutter. “I mean, I was just kidding.”

  “I don’t know if you were. You said that on purpose. You want to talk about my pleasure, do you?”

  I bite my lip. He moves closer and I’m back on my elbows as he grabs onto my hair. I gasp when he pulls and kisses my neck.

  I reach up, my own fingers in his hair, and he kisses my lips. I kiss him back, happy we’re finally alone, my entire body ringing with it. I’ve been waiting for this moment since I first saw the man and now he’s giving me what I need, what I crave. It’s like I’ve been drowning and he’s the first gasp of air I’ve had in minutes.

  He pins me down onto the blanket. I can feel the rough ground underneath my body but it barely registers as his hands move down my sides. I groan as his kiss gets deeper and harder, his tongue along my tongue, tasting me, drinking me in.

  I groan as his thigh slides up between my legs. I let out a small gasp as I realize how good it feels to have him so close to me like this. I’m dripping wet, the heat from my spot flooding my skin and I can barely breathe from the tension.

  He kisses my neck again and unbuttons my shirt. I bite my lip as he kisses my chest, moving down to my breasts. He keeps unbuttoning until it’s fully open, just my bra covers me. He kisses every inch of my chest and stomach and I’m groaning as he unbuttons my jeans.

  “God, you taste good,” he growls. “Fucking hell, girl. Better than whiskey in a thunderstorm.”

  I grasp his hair as he unzips me. “Is that good?”

  His eyes flash fire. “That’s perfection, and you’re better.”

  I groan as he tugs my jeans down. I let him take them off and then he’s down on me, his mouth between my legs, kissing my inner thigh and moving closer, closer, god, so deliciously close.

  I’m writhing, back arching. I didn’t expect this, not at all. I didn’t expect him to be so… hungry for me. But he’s insatiable as his lips finally touch my pussy over my ruined and soaked panties with a spark that makes my eyes go wide.

  Pleasure rips through me and he’s barely touching me, his tongue hasn’t even found my skin yet. I groan and grip his hair tighter. He moves slowly and it’s agonizing but incredible and I need more of it, need more of it so badly I can barely breathe.

  I’m frowning in pleasure for him, for the need of him. I rock my hips, rolling them, pushing him closer. I feel him growl as much as I hear it. “You want this bad, don’t you?” he says.

  “God, yes,” I gasp. “Oh, shit, Connor.”

  “You want me to lap this pussy up and make you scream, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” I moan, flushing red but not caring. I look down as he pushes my panties aside and uses his fingers t
o slowly spread me apart. I let out a low, laughing pleasure groan as he teases me so expertly it makes me want to come right this second.

  He doesn’t let me though. His fingers easily glide up and down my soaked pussy. He’s inches away from it, looking right at me, and I’m so exposed. The sky’s bright above us and I can hear the wind and animals and the grass blowing in the breeze but none of that matters.

  There’s just him and his touch.

  Someone could come and watch this the whole time. We’d never know. For some reason, that thought only drives me wilder.

  I gasp as his fingers slide inside of me. They’re rough, weathered, the hands of a man that works with them for a living and knows exactly how to use them. He plunges his thick fingers deep inside my tight honeyed pussy before pulling them back out slowly. He licks them and looks in my eyes.

  “Delicious,” he whispers.

  I bite my lip, a little shocked, a little appalled, and so turned on I could flood this entire valley with my soak.

  He dips his head forward and licks me, top to bottom, tongue in my slit. He finds my clit and rolls his tongue around it slowly, so gently, almost dainty until he presses tougher. I gasp, back arching.

  He grabs my wrists with his hands and pins them down at my sides before he starts to suck me faster. His lips pull against my clit, sucking it in, his tongue rolling along my hot bead. I groan and shimmy against the ground, unable to help myself, unable to stay still.

  It feels so good I want to scream. Maybe I could scream out here. I doubt anyone would hear it.

  But I can’t even open my mouth to do it. I’m flooded with pleasure as he licks me, nibbles me, tongues me. He laps me up, drinking me in, not shy and not holding back. I’m dribbling down onto the blanket, I know I’m soaking it, but he doesn’t seem to care. The stubble on his chin makes me want to pray his name and he’s not holding back.

  I can see a little smirk on his lips as I let out a particularly loud moan. “That’s what you like?” he asks.

  “Please,” I say. “Oh, my god. I didn’t expect this. I wasn’t ready.”

  He laughs softly, does it again, whatever it is. I can barely see it but, oh my god, I can fucking feel it. I arch my back and gasp loudly.

  “You dirty girl,” he says and licks me all over. “You were ready for this. You’ve been dreaming about it. You think I don’t hear you in your room moaning all night long? I bet you’ve had your fingers buried deep inside this tasty little cunt while thinking about me.”

  “No,” I moan. “I haven’t.”

  Which is true, but not because I haven’t wanted to. I’ve just been too tired to get myself off these past few days.

  “Liar,” he whispers.

  And he goes at me faster, harder. I can’t help myself. I’m rolling my hips now as he licks and sucks me. He’s pushing me so fast, so far, his tongue lapping, sucking, spreading me. My shirt’s open to the sky as his hands release my pinned wrists and tease my breasts. He pushes my bra up, palming my breasts, teasing my nipples. I groan and he slides his tongue inside me.

  I gasp, clenching my jaw. He chuckles and does it again, licking me, sucking me. I feel sweat on my skin from the tension and god, I can’t take it anymore. I know I can’t take another lick, another caress.

  “You want to come for me,” he whispers. “I can hear it, I can taste it. You want to come.”

  “Please,” I moan. “Let me. God, I need it.”

  “Then go ahead. Come for me. Let me taste it.”

  I gasp at how filthy he is, at his smirk, at his insanely attractive face and body and god, I come, I come so hard it rips through me and leaves my back arched, my body tensed, pleasure flooding through the core of me and out my mouth in gasps and moans of pleasure.

  It passes so hard that I nearly black out. My muscles stay tensed as it moves through and slowly ends. I collapse back onto the blanket and I hear him chuckle distantly, but it doesn’t matter. He can stare at me, taste me, I don’t care. I’m spinning and dizzy with pleasure, a stupid smile on my face, drool running down my lips and from between my legs.

  “Beautiful,” he says and kisses me. I taste my pussy on his lips. “Perfect.”

  “You’re an asshole,” I say with a stupid grin on my lips.

  “The perfect kind of asshole. The kind that makes you scream and come and want to do it again.”

  I shake my head and finally get myself together. I sit up and button my shirt. He watches me, amused, as I get dressed again.

  I don’t know what came over me. I keep thinking I shouldn’t get involved with him but I keep going down that road. He has a history, secrets, demons, and apparently some kind of border skirmish war with another ranch. Not to mention, he’s a client.

  But god, all those things make me want him even more. He smirks at me, too handsome to be real, and I have to look away as I tug my jeans on.

  “Good, turn around,” he says. “I don’t think I can get enough of your perfect, perky little ass.”

  I’m tempted to tell him to go to hell. Instead, I pull my jeans up over my ass nice and slow and look over my shoulder at him.

  “Like it?” I ask.

  That gets him. His eyes are smoldering again. “I love it.”

  “Good.” I walk away, over to my ATV. “Take me home now.”

  He hesitates, trying to decide if he should rip me off this quad and throw me down on the ground, but he doesn’t. Instead, he gets up and quietly packs everything before getting on his own ATV.

  “Your wish,” he says with a little smile although his eyes are still burning.

  We fire up the vehicles and head out again, back toward the ranch.

  I’m smiling the whole way back.

  He may have some sway over me. He may be able to drive me wild, make me want things, make me crave things… but I think I might have that same power over him. I bet he’s hard as hell right now.

  I don’t know what that says about me. I’m so excited just thinking about it though. I wish I could stop and check him, feel his hard shaft, stroke him top to bottom and take his tip in my mouth, suck him until he explodes his hot seed on my tongue, do it again and again until he’s begging for more…

  God, I don’t know why I’m thinking like this. It’s insane. I don’t ever think like this.

  But that man brings it out of me. That rough, filthy cowboy makes me a rough, filthy girl.

  I can’t tell if I like it yet.

  8

  Connor

  I know I should probably concentrate on what’s happening here this evening but I can’t get that damn girl off my mind.

  It’s the way she teased me, the way she pulled her jeans on over that plump little ass of hers. She knew what she was doing to me… and she liked it.

  Oh, it’s more than that. It’s her fucking taste, her body, her moans. She drives me wild and just thinking about going further with her gets me rock hard in a flash. But it was that last moment that really sealed it.

  I have to have her. I have to have every single fucking inch of her. I have to dominate her, take her, make her beg and plead for my fat fucking cock. I want her down on her knees, naked and dripping her cum on the floor while she strokes my shaft and pleads for me.

  Fucking hell.

  The ATVs pour over the ridge and I can spot the forest up ahead. It’s not much of a forest, but it counts for one around here. Short trees, spread thin, line the ridge up ahead. Beyond that ridge are state-owned lands.

  Neutral territory.

  I glance over at Bryant, driving stone-faced next to me. Beyond him are Michael, Violet, and Dale. I wouldn’t let anyone else come with us.

  Wouldn’t risk anyone else.

  This was a volunteer operation, of course. Going to meet with the Bells right now isn’t exactly safe, even on neutral territory. There’s no telling what they’ll do now that they started it all.

  Still, Robert Bell, the head of the family, agreed to meet readily enough. Maybe he doesn’t know wh
at’s happening or maybe he thinks I’m coming to capitulate.

  Damn bastard doesn’t know what he’s doing.

  We ride up the ridge and into the tree line. About half a mile further is a wide clearing where only scrubby little bushes grow for some reason. We drive slowly, lights on, weaving between the wide-spaced trees. Their branches sway with heavy pine needles and I can smell sap in the air.

  Sap and gasoline from the ATVs.

  Once we reach the clearing, we turn off the engines and dismount. Nobody has a weapon, at least not visible. I know Bryant has a rifle on his ATV and a pistol in a holster at his belt. I’d bet my life that Violet and Michael are both packing as well, even though I told them all to leave that shit at home. For my own part, I’m unarmed, betting that this can be a peaceful meeting.

  But part of me is damn happy they’re all packing.

  The Bell family is arrayed on the other side of the clearing. I instantly recognize Robert. He’s wearing his trademark Stetson, the arrogant bastard. He loves to look like a cowboy even though I bet the man hasn’t been on a horse in twenty years.

  “You sure about this?” Bryant asks me.

  I nod once. “No way he’s stupid enough to try to kill us out here,” I say. “Besides, too many people know we’re here. They’re not dumb.”

  “I think they are,” Michael says.

  I glance at the boy. He’s not wrong.

  “Come on,” I say, and start walking out into the clearing.

  The others follow me, except Violet. She hangs back with the ATVs like she’s supposed to. Just in case.

  I hear the crunch of our boots on the old pine needles dusting the ground. The Bell family comes toward us once we start moving, Robert in the lead. His two sons are right behind him, Jay and Grady, and his older daughter is there too, a pretty girl named Marie. Abram, the main ranch hand for the Bell family, is conspicuously absent.

  Once we reach the center of the clearing, we stop and wait. The Bells reach us not long later. Jay and Grady are both young, twenty-six and twenty-four respectively. They’re blond like their father with blue eyes and pale, sallow skin, despite working outside every day. They’re wearing camo pants and plain shirts, almost like they’re dressed in battle fatigues.