Cowboy's Baby: A Secret Baby Ranch Western Cowboy Romance

by Crowne, K. C.

  “Sounds good to me.”

  But neither of us moved. Our eyes lingered on one another’s. God, I wanted to kiss the hell out of the woman. The restraint I’d been exercising was being pushed to its limit. How much longer I’d be able to hold out, I just wasn’t sure.

  Exercising some serious willpower, I reached past Jess. Her green eyes widened, and I could see she was thinking I might put my hand on her hip. But I didn’t. I turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.

  “Get washed up,” I ordered quietly. “I’ll come check on you when I’m done.”

  She smiled knowingly. She knew what I was thinking, and she wasn’t going to push. Without saying a word, she ducked into her room and shut the door behind her.

  “Fucking hell,” I said quietly to myself. “Keep yourself in check, dammit.”

  I hurried to my room and shut the door behind me. I was ready to shower, ready to take the time to get my mind right. I stripped out of my clothes, my cock half-hard between my legs. Always seemed to be semi-hard when Jess was close.

  When I turned on the shower and stepped inside, I considered doing what I’d done before, spinning up a fantasy in my mind and letting off some steam. Not like thoughts of fucking her every which way from Sunday weren’t a constant in my mind.

  You need to focus. Not like she’s gonna get any less sexy. Learn to live with it.

  My inner voice was right. I couldn’t be masturbating every time I had a thought about Jess – shit wouldn’t get done around the damn ranch. Instead, as I showered, I went through my mental checklist for the day. Plenty to get done, as always, and I considered I might even be able to find a few things for Jess to do if she wanted.

  I soaped my muscular body, the suds dripping down to my feet. When I was clean, I stepped out and wrapped a towel around my body before finding some clean clothes and dressing. I felt like a new man. But, sure as shit, as soon as I was ready to start the rest of my day, Jess appeared in my mind. I made my way to her room and prepared to knock on her door when I realized it was open a crack. Strange.

  “Jess?”

  No response. Most definitely she was fine, but the odd scene coupled with no response made my protective instinct flare up. I pushed the door open and entered the room. On the bed were the clothes Jess had been wearing, a matching black bra and panties piled on top. My cock twitched at the sight.

  I moved further into the room. I spotted the bathroom door, that opened a crack too. “Jess?”

  “In here!”

  Alright, no funny business was going on. As I approached the bathroom, I heard the soft hiss of the shower. I pushed open the bathroom door and didn’t see her. But as I entered, I realized she was still in the shower. Through the foggy glass panels, I could see the outline of her perfect body. My cock went from half-hard to painful.

  “Damn,” I stammered, preparing to step out and give her some privacy. “Didn’t know you were still in here.”

  She said nothing. The shower turned off and the door opened slowly. And there she was. Jess was naked as the day she was born, her body glistening with water. However I’d imagined her to look naked, seeing her in person was even more glorious. Her breasts were full and round, her hips wide and soft, her legs like a damn dream.

  On her face was a sly smile, like I’d been busted doing something she’d actually wanted me to do.

  “Hey.”

  My resistance dwindled. It’d been one thing to refrain when she was dressed, but with her body bare in front of me, every wire in my brain was short-circuiting. Before I could say or do anything, Jess walked slowly toward me, her breasts shifting with each footfall, her pink nipples crying out to be kissed.

  “This isn’t a good idea,” I said, my tone firm. “And you know it.”

  “Why can’t we just be bad once, Wyatt?” she asked, her voice a sexy purr.

  “We’ve already been bad,” I reminded her. “More than we ought to be.”

  She didn’t stop moving toward me. Soon she was close enough that I could smell the fresh scent of her skin and make out the individual droplets of water on her body.

  Fucking hell.

  “Tell me what you wanna do to me,” she said, that sexy smile playing on her face. “I want to hear every last detail.”

  Where the hell to begin? The shit I wanted to do to her would make a sailor blush.

  “First thing,” I said, struggling to maintain my composure, “is I want to get you something to wear.”

  She cocked her head to the side, her nose wrinkling cutely. “That’s really what you want?” Jess reached up and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. “Maybe that’s what you think you should do, but I know it’s not what you want to do.”

  She had me dead to rights. “Not a good idea.”

  “Kiss me.”

  Two words, two simple words that knocked down, no, destroyed the rest of my barriers. Her body was warm and soft against mine, her skin still wet. She looked up at me with those stunning green eyes and dragged her tongue over her plump lips.

  Fuck. Screw resisting, I wanted her so badly it hurt.

  “Bad fucking idea,” I countered one more time, but my voice was weak.

  “Then let’s be bad together.”

  I leaned in and kissed her deeply.

  Chapter 12

  JESS

  The plan worked perfectly. Wyatt had been able to resist me before, but I had a feeling there was only so much restraint the man could have after finding me naked and wet from the shower.

  But I wasn’t in the mood to internally gloat. At that moment, with Wyatt’s hands all over me, I wanted what I’d been catching glimpses of through that tight denim around his crotch.

  He bolted to the bedroom door, closed it, and clicked the lock shut. When that was done, he turned his hungry eyes onto me.

  “Come here,” I said. I was naked and still wet, and it was easy to see by the wolfish expression in his eyes that he had one thing on his mind.

  “Girl, you’re about the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, slowly stepping over to me as he undid the buttons of his cowboy shirt. “What I want to do to you…”

  I smirked. “Then do them. Do all of them.”

  “Don’t need to tell me twice.”

  He grinned as he slipped his arms out of his shirt and tossed the piece of clothing aside. Exactly like I’d expected, his body was perfect. Sculpted pecs, shredded abs, and round, broad shoulders. He had the body of a man who worked hard, and I was ready to have him tangled up in bed with me.

  Wyatt put his hands on my hips and pulled me close. His cock was stiff through his jeans, and there wasn’t a doubt in my mind he was packing. But before he took off anything else, he brought his lips to mine and kissed me. He tasted so freaking good, like a man should taste. And the way his stubble grazed my skin drove me wild. Being in his arms felt right, felt so good. I couldn’t wait for what was about to happen.

  As he kissed me, he squeezed my breasts, paying special attention to my nipples. Hot delight coursed through my body, and he seemed to know exactly how to touch me. We kissed, one hand staying on my left breast and the other moving over my belly, down between my legs. The moment his fingers grazed my pussy, I sucked in a sharp breath.

  “Oh…oh my God,” I moaned. My legs went limp. All it took was one touch for him to make me feel so, so good.

  I fell back onto the edge of the bed, Wyatt’s hand still caressing me. Through the pleasure I focused on his bulge, his cock straining against the denim of his worn-in jeans. I placed my hand on it, tracing the outline of him with my fingertip.

  “I love the way you touch me,” I moaned. “Now let me touch you too.”

  “Ain’t gonna stop ya, darlin’,” he growled.

  He moved his fingers into me as I did my best to focus on his belt. It was tough, but I managed to open it and get the button and zipper undone. As I did, I moved closer and closer to what was certainly going to be the first of many orgasms.


  “Don’t stop,” I moaned. “Please, don’t stop.”

  He kept at it, the wet sounds of his fingers moving in and out of me filling the air. Using all the concentration I had, I opened his jeans and pushed down the front of his black boxer-briefs.

  Wyatt’s cock was glorious. It was huge and thick, perfectly shaped, and dripping just for me. I began to stroke it, Wyatt letting out rough growls as I moved up and down his considerable length. He picked up the pace of his work, and I moved closer and closer to the brink of explosion.

  I wanted more. I wanted to taste him. As if sensing what I wanted, he adjusted our positions so I could wrap my lips around his cock as he continued to finger fuck me. Slowly, I leaned in and opened my mouth, wrapping my lips around the head of his cock. And as soon as I did the orgasm broke. My mouth was full, the muffled sounds of pleasure coming out of me as Wyatt made me come. I closed my eyes, savoring the taste of his prick.

  The orgasm flowed through me, and when it passed, I focused on making him feel just as good. My mouth was on his head, my hand wrapped around his shaft. I couldn’t remember if I’d ever done it before, but I seemed to know what I was doing. And Wyatt had no complaints.

  I went up and down and up again, licking and stroking him as I did. His cock glistened with my ministrations. Wyatt stood with his hands on his hips as he gazed down at me. Every now and then I flicked my eyes up at him, letting him enjoy the image of my mouth full of him. A moment or two later, he weaved his hand through my still-wet hair and gently guided me off his cock.

  “You’re so goddamn good at that darlin’. But I don’t want this to be over too soon.”

  The idea of him exploding in my mouth turned me on like nothing else. But we still had more fun to have.

  He placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me firmly back against the bed. I loved how he handled me, rough and delicate at the same time. My breasts bounced back and forth as I landed, and all I could do was grin up at him.

  Wyatt pulled down his jeans and boxer-briefs, exposing his tree-trunk thighs. Then he stepped out of his boots and stood between my legs, his glistening cock pointing straight ahead.

  “Now,” he said. “I’m gonna fuck you, and I’m gonna fuck you good.”

  I grinned. “About time.”

  He matched my smirk with one of his own. The anticipation of finally doing what we’d both wanted from the moment we’d first seen one another was almost too much.

  With incredible speed Wyatt was on top of me, his cock grazing my pussy as he positioned himself over my body. I rubbed and squeezed my breasts in anticipation, wanting him so badly I could scream. I reached down and grabbed his cock, gripping it firmly and pointing it directly where I wanted it. He lowered his hips, his head moving against me. I moaned at the sensation of his head against my clit. I likely could’ve brought myself to orgasm that way alone.

  “Okay,” I said after taking a deep breath. “I’m ready.”

  “Good. Because you have no idea how ready I am.”

  He continued to lower his body, his head spreading my lips. For a moment I worried he might be too big to fit inside me, but there was no way I was going to stop now.

  Wyatt entered me. His head first, then one inch of his shaft after another. I closed my eyes hard, his girth almost too much for me. My walls gripped him tightly, wrapping around his length just like I’d done with my mouth. When he was fully buried inside me, Wyatt held still for a moment, as if knowing he was huge and that I’d need a few moments to get used to his size.

  “Please,” I moaned. “I need it. I need more.”

  My words were exactly what he wanted to hear. I couldn’t believe it. After all the teasing and restraint, Wyatt was finally inside me. It had been worth the wait. So worth it.

  “Damn, you feel so fuckin’ good.” I loved the way he talked. He was like an animal, rough and raw.

  Wyatt pulled back and drove into me, filling me again and pushing as deep as he could go. I let out a shriek of delight as he penetrated me, my body shaking from the impact. He thrust again, then again. Wyatt’s muscles were tight and taut from supporting the weight of his body, and watching them work was pure, sensual pleasure.

  “Don’t stop,” I moaned. “Please, don’t stop.”

  He flashed me a grin, one that said stopping was the furthest thing from his mind. Wyatt pumped fast and faster, guiding me toward another orgasm.

  When it happened, it made the last seem like nothing in comparison. Ecstasy blasted through my body, igniting every square inch of my skin with hot delight. I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensation of his thick cock going in and out. Wyatt fucked me through the orgasm, and when it was done, I knew I’d soon be ready for another.

  “Come here, darlin’,” he said.

  He grabbed my hips and effortlessly flipped me over, my ass up in the air. I positioned myself on all fours, ready for him to start again.

  Wyatt grabbed my ass, holding it firmly with one hand as he guided his cock into me from behind. He filled me again, and I gripped the bedsheets hard as he began to thrust, the rhythmic pounding of his body against mine music to my ears.

  His hands clasped my hips hard, slamming into me with power that I could barely wrap my head around. He grunted; deep throaty noises that let me know he was as close to orgasm as I was.

  The world outside of him and me melted away. There was nothing but the two of us – at that moment he was all I wanted. He fucked me like an animal, his fingers digging into my soft flesh and holding me right where he wanted me.

  “Wyatt!” I screamed. “I’m gonna—” Another orgasm rushed through my body, this one so intense I felt as though I might come apart at the seams. I buried my face in the bedsheets, moaning as the pleasure melted me down into nothing.

  Wyatt came next. With one last series of grunts he finished, draining his cock inside me. His chest expanded and contracted as he came, the last traces of my orgasm flowing through me.

  We stayed right where we were for a long while, both of us catching out breath. Then Wyatt leaned forward and kissed my shoulder softly, making me keenly aware of the passion between us. Something was going on between Wyatt and me, something deeper than just sex. But what it was, I couldn’t say, only that it happened the moment we’d first seen each other and hadn’t let up even a little.

  Wyatt rolled out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. As he did my eyes locked onto his perfect ass, and I savored the sight of it without jeans. He returned with a towel and cleaned me, our eyes not leaving one another’s.

  “That,” he said, “was a long time comin’.”

  “No kidding,” I joked.

  He lay down and placed his hand on my stomach. “Things are gonna be different between us from now on.”

  “They were already ‘different’,” I said with a smile.

  “You’re right about that,” he mused, nodding. “Nothin’ ordinary with what’s goin’ on between you and me.” He moved his arm under my shoulders and pulled me close. His body was warm and solid, perfect for resting my head on.

  “Can I ask you something?”

  He gave me an inquisitive look. “What?”

  As soon as he said the word, I worried I was overstepping some kind of boundary. But I had to ask. “Do you think you could ever be in a real relationship again, after…” I trailed off.

  “After Amy?”

  I nodded. “Yeah.” I wasn’t trying to get ahead of myself, but I was falling hard for the man and needed to know if my feelings could ever be returned.

  He nodded. “The whole thing with her and me…it left me guarded. More than I usually am. When that shit went down, I swore I’d never fall for anything like that again. I put up some serious walls and didn’t plan on anyone being able to bring them down.” He stared into my eyes. “Then I met you.”

  I didn’t know what to say. I bit my lower lip, emotions running through me I couldn’t understand.

  “I care about you, Jess. But I’m still workin
’ through my own bullshit. And I can’t say for sure how it’s gonna affect whatever we’ve got goin’ on.”

  “I get it. I do.” I placed my hand on his.

  As Wyatt spoke, I realized that for a man like him, talking in this way didn’t come easy. Wyatt had almost certainly been guarded even before he’d met Amy. It was just the sort of man he was.

  “But hell, when her and I met back in Vegas—”

  The moment he said Vegas, a memory of a conversation rushed back into my mind. And it was clear – I could remember specifics. I closed my eyes and focused.

  “Alright,” I said. “Tell me what we’ve got here.”

  “A fucking asshole,” said a woman, her tone razor-sharp. “That’s what we’ve got.”

  I chuckled. “Not the first time I’ve heard that. But you’re gonna have to be more specific than that.”

  “It’s…it’s my husband.” The sharpness to her voice turned on a dime, and now she spoke with the softness of a hurt, scared woman. “He’s…a bad man.”

  “I’ve worked with bad men before. Bad women, too. Kind of my specialty.”

  “Good. Because this man…I’ve got no doubt he’s one of the worst. I don’t even know where to begin.”

  “Take your time. Think about it. Find a good place to start.”

  She was quiet for a moment, then continued. “God. Where to even start with a man like him?”

  “From the beginning’s usually a good place.”

  “From the beginning.” She looked away, shaking her head in disbelief. “The beginning…that’s where I fell for the first of his lies.”

  I remembered jotting something down in a well-worn notebook, underlining the word several times. “Alright, so he’s a liar?”

  “One of the worst I’ve ever met. And I’ve known more than my fair share of liars during my time.”

  More writing. I was taking notes, something I felt like I was used to doing. Why would I be taking notes during a conversation?

  “And what’d he lie to you about? Usual kind of shit men spin out when they want to get in a girl’s panties?”