Bought by The Billionaire Rancher

by Tee, Marian

  She moaned.

  "Now."

  His name came out as one last moan, and then she was sobbing and shuddering, her body obeying his command as the sticky, creamy essence of her orgasm flowed out of her pussy and coated his still-thrusting cock in the process. It was like having her heat wrap itself all over him---

  His.

  Her cum was all his.

  Only one who would ever make her cum was him.

  The possessive thought was the final push, and Logan expelled his breath in a low, gritty hiss as his cock started pumping its load inside of her, huge amounts of cum that her pussy was soon unable to take everything in, and he heard Tilly whimper as it started dripping down her legs.

  Tilly's arms went around his neck just as her legs locked around his waist, her eyes sweeping close as she savored the shudders of his big, strong frame.

  If only this could last forever, this one moment where the two of them felt one and impossible to break apart.

  I love you.

  It hurt not to say it.

  I love you so much.

  But she knew it would hurt even more if her love would ever end up holding him back.

  Chapter 18

  "What do you think, Billie?" Tilly was asking her younger sister as they joined the billionaire for breakfast on one Saturday morning. "Mr. Hardwall is asking me out on a date."

  Logan managed not to roll his eyes at the primness of her tone. Listening to her, no one would probably believe him if he had said that just this morning, the very same woman had slipped into his bedroom to gave him the most unforgettable wake-up call, rousing the billionaire out of his sleep with his cock in her mouth.

  The memory of Tilly taking all of his cum into her throat had Logan shifting on his seat just as his gaze accidentally collided with his wife's mini-me. He saw the way Billie was looking at him, almost as if debating how much she could get out of the billionaire, and he raised a brow. Have you forgotten about the time I caught you watching TV at 4AM...and I didn't tell your sister about it?

  Billie quickly turned back to Tilly, saying earnestly, "You should say yes."

  The billionaire glanced down at his phone to hide his smirk.

  "He's already like a big brother to me," the girl was saying before smiling up at Logan like butter wouldn't ever melt in her mouth. "Right, Mr. Hardwall?"

  He smiled back at her. "That's correct, and you should start calling me Logan."

  Her eyes seemed to purposely widen. "Are you sure?"

  "I'd consider it an honor if you did," he told her gravely. "Like I told you before, I truly want you and your sister to be a permanent part of my life---"

  Overkill, he heard Tilly cough under her breath, but he ignored this.

  "And since you already think I'm your big brother..."

  The younger girl grinned. "Good point. I'll start calling you Logan then, and maybe..." Her voice turned sly. "Soon, people might change the way they call my sister, too."

  Tilly frowned. "Change how?"

  "Oh, you know, from Ms. Wakefield to Mrs. Hardwall?"

  The billionaire struggled to keep a straight face as Tilly sputtered in disbelief, but when Liam, who was seated in his high chair next to his soon-to-be-ex-nanny, started imitating Tilly's sputtering, Logan's broad shoulders began to shake with uncontrollable mirth while Billie practically fell out of her seat laughing.

  "No, Liam," Tilly was pleading with the toddler. "You shouldn't be making fun of Nanny, too."

  The little boy frowned up at her. "Nanny?"

  "Mama," Billie whispered.

  Liam's chubby face brightened. "Mama!"

  Little she-devil really had a good head on her shoulders, he reflected approvingly, seeing the way the girl had one-upped her sister. It was a good thing the brat was on his side, and another good thing, Logan thought, was how his life had turned out in recent days.

  It had been two weeks since the incident with Claudette, now no longer in his employ...as well as being on the wrong end of the billionaire's legal team.

  That night, while an exhausted Tilly had fallen asleep in his bed, the billionaire had checked his phone as was his habit, and it was then he had seen Charlotte's message.

  He had been able to put one and one together after that, realizing how Claudette must've seen his friend's message, hence that damning scene she had contrived in front of Tilly and the press.

  And if he had been married to any other woman, the billionaire brooded, things could've easily gone Claudette's way, and that staged kiss would've effectively thrown a wedge between Tilly and him.

  Instead, it had backfired, with Tilly trusting his word without a qualm, and things had actually turned for the better after the incident.

  To make up for the still-circulating rumors about him and Claudette, Logan had taken steps to at least make her position in his life clear with those working for him. And his first move: hiring another au pair for the day shift, and since there was no such thing as a nanny working for another nanny, none of his house staff even pretended they still thought of Tilly as one of them.

  His housekeeper even went as far as consulting Tilly about the weekly menu, his executive staff at the office knew better than to ever put Tilly's calls on hold, and even his friends' wives had started inviting her to public gatherings that a mere "nanny" wouldn't normally be expected to participate.

  If Logan had his way, he would've given the timeline the middle finger and publicly declared their relationship a long time ago.

  But for some reason, it was Tilly who now wished to take things slowly.

  Tilly noticed the way the billionaire was staring at her, and instead of the usual glitter of lust, his dark gaze was veiled, and she couldn't help feeling self-conscious. "What?"

  Billie nearly snorted, thinking that her big sister was only playing hard to get. "Logan's obviously smitten with you, Tilly."

  "Yes, Tilly." The billionaire's deadpanned tone once again had Tilly in stitches. "Logan's obviously smitten with you, so why not give the poor man a break and say you'd go out with him on a date?"

  "I'm just worried I'm not his type," Tilly demurred. "Have you seen the women he used to date? They're all blondes."

  The billionaire didn't miss a beat, asking, "Surely the guy's entitled to change his mind?"

  "And then there's the alphabet thing those girls were also famous for."

  Two pairs of eyes swung to her in open puzzlement at her words, but it was Billie who asked blankly, "The alphabet?"

  "Oh, you know." Tilly's voice took on a breezy tone. "MD, PhD, JD, MB, and I think there might even have been a TSgt once?"

  Billie still didn't get it, but the billionaire did, and amusement gleamed in his gaze as he drawled, "There is nothing for you to feel bad about. None of their, err, letters can compare to yours."

  "But I don't have any---"

  Leaning towards her, the billionaire whispered into her ear, "It's called MRS," and Tilly ended up choking and blushing all at the same time.

  Even young as she was, Billie was far from oblivious to the undercurrent of tension charging the air between the older couple, and she shook her head at the pair's stubborness. It was so obvious they liked each other. So why did they insist on playing this weird and stupid game of just being friends?

  Tilly couldn't help making a face when her sister suddenly asked permission to play in the garden with Liam and Jeannie, the newly hired nanny. Turning to the billionaire, she said wryly, "She totally did that just to get us alone."

  "She probably found it awkward," Logan speculated idly, "seeing that you're the one completely smitten with me instead."

  "I wasn't acting anything like that," Tilly protested, but the billionaire simply smirked, and she was torn between exasperation and a tender, helpless form of amusement at the amount of blatant satisfaction carved over the billionaire's chiseled features. Why would he even want her smitten was beyond her, considering how much of their mail-order marriage contract had revolved around
his insistence to keep their relationship strictly business-like.

  And that was just one of the continuously increasing number of contradictions the billionaire presented, Tilly couldn't help thinking.

  Not once had he ever spoken about love, but then she'd catch him looking at her at times, and the look in his eyes almost made her believe in the impossible. One moment, he would seem hell-bent on keeping his distance from her, but in the days the billionaire would suddenly come home and find her gone, he'd use any method short of siccing the police on her to locate her, almost as if he was afraid of her leaving him.

  Can I believe you love me?

  She terribly wished she could just ask him that once and for all, but even the mere thought of doing so made her feel guilty and greedy, with Tilly unable to forget the countless ways he had changed her life and Billie's for the better.

  This has to be enough, she told herself. Love him without holding him back. That had been her promise to herself, and she could never stay true to that if she spoke to him of her feelings.

  "Tilly..."

  Logan's darkly musical voice had her biting back a sigh as she turned to him, and her heart skipped a beat at the look in his eyes.

  "Just say yes, baby."

  "I want to," Tilly said solemnly, "but you might think I'm too easy."

  "But you are easy---"

  She half-sputtered, half-laughed. Jerk!

  "And you'll never be able to help it," the billionaire purred, "since your body was made for me to please."

  Oh, this man.

  "So just say yes, and let's get our timeline moving." When his head slowly bent down, her eyes automatically closed and her lips parted, Tilly waiting for a kiss...that wasn't meant to happen.

  "Mr. Hardwall?"

  The sound of the head housekeeper's voice had Tilly's cheeks burning as her eyes flew wide open. She saw the billionaire smirking and Enid doing her best not to laugh, and she could feel herself turning a deeper shade of red.

  "The guys at the gatehouse radioed in. They say the Crown Prince of Namja is on his way."

  Chapter 19

  "Hartland, Wyoming," Logan mentioned casually as he scribbled his signature on the sales contract that would transfer ownership of one of his prized foals to the Crown Prince. "You have a stake in it, don't you?"

  "I've been wondering what it was in my portfolio you had your eyes on..." The prince's lips twitched.

  "But I have to confess: I wouldn't have thought of that particular investment at all."

  "My friends and I had tried buying in as early as last year, but we were informed that someone from the inside must vouch for us first." Logan offered his pen to the prince as he spoke, and the other man smiled, appreciating the timing of the gesture.

  Raj scrawled his signature on the other dotted line while his thoughts turned towards the billionaire's unspoken request. Hartland was a newly established settlement a few miles outside Laramie, Wyoming, and while it looked no different from any other small town in the Cowboy State, everything and everyone in it was actually the product of a meticulously detailed plan almost five years in the making.

  The rising number of terrorist attacks, increased gun violence, and other similar threats had prompted a select group of extremely private billionaires to pool their resources into setting up the Hartland Initiative.

  While the idea had been inspired by Isla de Flores, a coastal town in the Key West that was quietly protected by its community of secret millionaires, Hartland was designed to take things a step further. Envisioned as a town that could serve as the group's sanctuary in case public safety could no longer be guaranteed elsewhere, all of Hartland's permanent residents were carefully vetted and handpicked, and no piece of land within its property lines could be sold without the entire board's approval.

  All of this, however, took place strictly behind the scenes, and any tourist passing by Hartland was unlikely to find anything out of the ordinary. Locals from nearby ranches and neighboring towns were always welcomed, and cowboys galloping to McDonald's on horseback was still a fun but regular sight. There was nothing for anyone to suspect the truth, such as the fact that it was pharmaceutics billionaire Slade Wyndham who typically manned the counter at the coffee shop in 7th Avenue or that it was the I.T. tycoon Thornton Brandt who owned the bookstore across the local church.

  Raj himself had his own role to play, being one of the assigned riding instructors at the Hartland Stable, and the time he spent there, under the guise of being the quintessential average Joe, always proved to be a refreshing and much-needed interlude from his normally high-pressure, fast-paced lifestyle.

  The Crown Prince handed the pen back to the billionaire. "Shukran, my friend. And as for your interest in Hartland..." He made a gesture that encompassed Logan's place as a whole. "Isn't Evergreen much like Hartland already?"

  "There are existing similarities," Logan acknowledged, "but I doubt they're enough to make Evergreen qualify as a sister town for Hartland."

  Raj leaned back against his seat. So that was the billionaire's ultimate objective: to turn Evergreen into the Hartland of Texas. Such an alliance would be beneficial, but before he could speak, the doors to the stable opened, and a beautiful, buxomy woman with long, sable-colored hair came in.

  Logan cursed under his breath at the sight of Tilly walking inside the stable. Shit. He had promised to give her riding lessons today, but the thought had slipped his mind at Raj's unexpected visit.

  Tilly stumbled to a halt when she saw that the billionaire wasn't alone, and she gazed at him uncertainly. Should I go?

  The billionaire's handsome face softened slightly, the sight letting her know without words that he didn't mind her sudden presence. Tilly relaxed, and as she resumed walking towards them, she couldn't help darting a curious glance at Logan's companion. Was he really a Crown Prince? The man was extremely attractive and he certainly carried himself in a way that suggested his ease in wielding power and authority.

  A good catch all in all, Tilly thought matter-of-factly, but as far as she was concerned, Logan was still the better man.

  Most women would have been bowled over by now, but the lady walking towards them was clearly immune to him, and the fact intrigued Raj. "Who is she?"

  Logan stiffened at the gleam of interest he saw in the prince's eyes. "No one you need to know."

  The answer surprised Raj enough to glance back at the billionaire, and he asked bluntly, "Are you saying that because you have a standing claim on her?"

  "She's under my protection," Logan said harshly.

  "I hope that is not your way of insinuating I have it in me to hurt a woman." Although Raj's tone was light and amused, the warning that underscored his voice was unmistakable. "All I want is an introduction, and I can take care of the rest." The prince noticed the way the billionaire's face hardened at his words and found this particularly intriguing. Simply to see how the other man would react, Raj deliberately tried goading a response out of the billionaire, drawling, "It's not like this is the first time you've given me leave to play with your women---"

  Logan felt sick at his inability to deny the other man's words. Because it was true. In the past, he had not thought twice of letting Raj bed any of his mistresses, having known that the latter would be more than eager for a chance to pleasure and be summarily rewarded by the Crown Prince's generosity.

  But Tilly was not like that, dammit.

  "She's different, alright? So just fucking drop it---"

  "Why should I," the prince asked calmly, "when you cannot even say that you have a claim on her?"

  "Go to hell."

  The Crown Prince remained unruffled. "You asked me earlier what my price would be. It would be her then---"

  "She's not fucking for sale."

  "Did I say she was?" Raj asked diplomatically. "All I wish for is an introduction and the opportunity to invite her out to dinner. Surely it is not too much to ask, considering what I will be offering in exchange? Not everyone
can be a part of the Hartland Initiative, but a seat in the board is yours: all I need is your blessing for me to take your woman out---"

  Tilly reached them by then, and the Crown Prince stopped speaking and instead flashed a wickedly charming smile at her.

  Logan saw this and had the strongest urge to plant a fist right at the center of the prince's too-handsome face. Tilly was his wife, dammit. Raj had no fucking right smiling at her, and Tilly had to fucking know that. So why the hell was she now smiling back at the asshole?

  "Will you not introduce us, my friend?" Raj drawled.

  Words of refusal were at the tip of Logan's tongue, but the inescapable thought that to do so was to follow in his father's footsteps forced him into doing the opposite.

  Tilly fought hard to keep her expression polite and unreadable as the billionaire made the introductions. She had heard everything they had spoken of, and the way Logan's piercing gaze narrowed at her told Tilly he knew this, too. This man - this prince - wanted to take her out for dinner, and instead of telling him to go fuck off, Logan was actually introducing Tilly to him.

  Like she really was on sale.

  Tilly forced a smile as the prince's gaze collided with hers. "Good morning, Your Highness. I, um, hope that's the proper greeting?"

  "Salamo Alayki," Raj murmured. "It is the traditional greeting of my people," he added by way of explanation, having seen the curious expression on her face.

  "And how should I respond?" Tilly asked.

  "You can either say 'Wa Alaykom el Salam'...or you could simply kiss me instead."

  Tilly waited for Logan to react.

  But he didn't.

  "I think I'll play it safe," she told the prince. "Wa Alaykom el Salam, Your Highness."

  "Please call me Raj."

  "I'm not sure---"

  "You are not one of my subjects, Mathilda. You can call me whatever you want."

  "You're going to make me blush if you keep talking like that - Raj."

  "I do not mind," the prince murmured. "I'm sure you will be even more beautiful when you blush."