Baby Makes Three: A Brother's Best Friend's Secret Baby Romance

by Nicole Elliot

  If there was any human being on this planet that was born for bull riding, it was Flynn.

  And he’d given it up when I left.

  “Oh, Flynn. I’m so sorry.”

  I put my head in my hands and felt tears crest my eyes. I never meant for him to stop. I never meant for him to get hurt. I knew how badly I panicked over him riding and I knew that it got on his nerves, and I figured he would just continue riding without some woman worrying over him in a trailer!

  “I never thought you would’ve stopped riding,” I breathed.

  My palms were catching my tears, and I felt my neck begin to flush, and all the embarrassment of showing up at this damn rodeo and trying to see him came flooding to the forefront. I felt like an idiot for thinking I could see him… for thinking he would just listen to the answers, I had for him, and everything would be alright.

  I was an idiot to come here.

  But before I could get off the couch, I felt it dip down beside me before a warm sensation began to trickle over my knee. I sniffed and dropped my hands from my vision and saw Flynn’s hand sprawled out on my skin, and my jaw began to tremble before I felt something underneath it. There was a pressure before my face began to move, and my puffy red eyes connected with Flynn’s green emeralds while tears ricocheted down my cheeks.

  “I’m so sorry, Flynn. I never meant-”

  “I know,” he said lowly. I sighed heavily, and a piece of hair fell into my face, and his hand brushed across my cheek before he tucked it slowly behind my ear. My body was humming with electricity while my eyes watched him, and when his gaze connected once again with mine, I couldn’t help but dart my gaze down to his lips. Slightly chapped, but just as I remember them, and they started traveling closer to me before I felt his body weight shift.

  I closed my eyes and braced for impact, and when those familiar lips I’d dreamt about for years encapsulated mine, I knew then and there that I’d made the right decision back in college. How easy my body yielded to his. How easy it was to sink into him. He pushed his body towards mine and it sunk me to the couch, and my legs fell off to the sides and wholly accepted his thick frame before I felt his tongue rake across my lips. I gladly allowed him entrance and moaned when his tongue brushed against mine, and his hands braced his body beside my head before he pulled back and looked me square in my eyes.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he reared up onto the couch, throwing my body into his lap before he stood to his feet. My legs latched onto his waist, and my lips peppered his neck with kisses, and before I knew it, I was descending onto a bed. His lips crashed into mine, and his hands pawed at my body, and I rolled him over before I latched my lips onto his neck. I raked my teeth across his pulse point, and I felt his hips buck up into me, and I felt myself losing control as my entire body began to warm.

  His hands flew up my dress and gripped hard onto my hips, and when he lurched my body forward, I slammed my knees beside his head. I felt his hot breath pulsating on my pussy, and when his fingers hooked into the fabric of my panties, I leaned forward and braced my hands onto the headboard of the bed. I trembled with every kiss he placed between my legs, and his stubble caused my legs to twitch before he slowly lowered me onto his succulent lips. His tongue parted my folds, and my juices ran along his nose, and I couldn’t help but rip my dress over my head while my hips bucked into the stubble on his face. Oh god, how I missed this with him.

  “Fuck, Flynn. Oh… right there. Yeah.”

  His grip on my hips tightened while my body began to rock quicker, and I felt the pleasure churning behind my hips while his stubble raked along my inner thigh. His bold, green eyes were staring up from between my thighs, and I couldn’t help the sentiments pouring from my lips as my body relinquished itself to him.

  “Oh, god. Yes. You just… God, you’re so good. How do you-... oh, fuck!”

  I reared my head and arched my back, and I choked out his name like a desperate prayer while my body shook on top of his face. I felt a light sheen of sweat gathering on my back, and my body collapsed just before he sat up and caught me in his arms. I laid my forehead against his and reveled in my scent on his lips, and when I captured his mouth in a long, sensual kiss, he slowly rolled me over and laid my back down onto the bed.

  He stood in front of me and slowly began to undo his shirt, and when he pulled the fabric from his body, my eyes finally got to take in the rippling muscles he had developed. A deep, rigid chest from hauling hay and training animals; rippling arms from cutting wood and helping birth rough stock into the world. I watched as he stepped out of his jeans and boxers, his thick erection springing to life, and I couldn’t even hide the fascination I now had with his body.

  The lanky boy I loved in college had morphed into the carved man he was today, and the smirk that donned his face when he slowly crawled up my body was nothing short of predatory. I’d always known that stare… the one that was charting everything he would do to my body before rendering my movements useless.

  I felt him line himself up with me while I reached up to cup his glistening cheeks, and I captured his lips in a kiss again as his erection pushed inside body as far as it could go. I groaned into his lips, and he sighed into mine, and the rolling of his body ricocheted tremors of electricity that puckered my nipples against his chest. Faster and faster he thrusted, the skin to skin sounds bouncing off the walls of the trailer, and soon it was rocking up and down with our movements as I flung my hands to his back.

  I could feel my juices dripping down the crack of my ass while his balls smacked against my skin, and every detail I had ever memorized about his body came flooding to the forefront of my mind. I raked my fingernails down his back, causing a groan to escape from his throat, and I felt my impending orgasm building in my back. I wrapped my legs around his waist and flipped him over, and I planted my hands on his swollen, strong chest as I bounced my pelvis up and down his shaft.

  “Oh, fuck, Chelsea. Good god… yes. Jesus look at me... ugh.”

  I slammed down onto his pelvis and pushing him deeper inside of me, and his hips were bucking up into my body while my hair splashed around my face. My back began to twitch, and my bounce began to stutter, and just when I thought my body was going to give out on me, Flynn ripped himself out and tossed me down onto the bed.

  “All fours, now,” he commanded.

  I lifted my ass up into the air and dipped my cheek into the bed before he lined himself up and quickly buried himself in me. He laid down onto my back and reached his hand around, and as his fingers parted my lips and found my swollen nub, I knew I no longer had control of the situation.

  I never really did with him, anyway.

  “Flynn. Yes. Just like that. Oh… oh, my god. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum. I’m go-”

  My walls squeezed down onto his dick as he growled into my ear, and I felt him sink his teeth into my shoulder while my body trembled in his wake. His hips began to stutter, and his thrusts became more languid, and I smiled into the bed when I felt his dick pumping me full of his juices. He panted hard into my back as we collapsed to the bed, and I felt myself trickling out onto the sheets as we laid our sweating, naked bodies in the middle of his bed.

  “Oh, Flynn,” I sighed.

  And all he answered me with was a kiss between my shoulder blades.

  Chapter 5: Flynn

  The sun broke through the ratty curtains of the trailer, and I stretched my arm out to pull Chelsea close. Her aged scent on my stubble wafted through my nose, and I figured it could use a little polishing off. After all, who doesn’t like waking up with a nice orgasm?

  But when I felt the cool sheets of the bed beside me, I peeled my eyes open to a familiar sight. The sheets were crinkled, the pillow was mussed, and Chelsea was nowhere in sight.

  “Fuck!” I yelled before I grabbed her pillow and threw it against the wall.

  I couldn’t believe I’d gotten sucked into her again. She had the balls to knock on my trailer door, donning that wh
ole “innocent me-broken heart” act, and I fucking fell for it. But a part of me still held onto hope that maybe she was in another part of the trailer, so I planted my feet on the floor and walked the small span of the encasement. I checked the bathroom to see if she was cleaning up, and I even peeked around into the kitchen to see if she was eating a bowl of cereal on the couch, and when I realized she was actually gone, all I could do was rear my foot back and kick the table.

  I was an idiot to think she had sought me out to reconcile. With her big doe eyes and her wispy blonde hair, my body was fucking weak to her. When she sat on my couch and started crying, I thought she wanted to fix things. To try again and see if we couldn’t figure something out. It was obvious she had been nervous and distraught… but was all that just an act? If it was, why the hell did she come here in the first place!? Just for some sex!? Chelsea was beautiful, she could get that shit anywhere.

  And anyway, she wasn’t that kind of girl… and even though it had been five years since college, I refused to think she’d turned into that kind of girl. Whatever she’d been doing and wherever she’d been doing it, I wasn’t about to think she’d just put on an act to get it in with someone.

  Chelsea August was the love of my life, and when I ripped that trailer door open yesterday, I realized I’d never stopped loving her. Seeing her standing there in that pale-yellow dress with her beautiful honey hair wrapping around her neck, my heart fluttered the same way it did when I first laid eyes on her on that college courtyard. And she had been so supportive of my bull riding. Yeah, sure, she worried over whether or not I’d get hurt, but what woman doesn’t? Her worry didn’t keep her from sitting in the stands and watching, and every single time she was in the stands I stayed on the entire eight seconds.

  Every rodeo. Every bull, practice run or professional run, if she was there, I stayed on. It was like she was my good luck charm; the magnet that kept my ass attached to that damn saddle. It was incredible, and everyone around me thought so. They called me unbeatable and told me it took a bull to ride a bull. Soon, the nickname stuck, and I was being called Flynn “Bullheaded” Rawlings.

  Chelsea always picked that I was bullheaded for other reasons, but I always told her I was just headstrong and knew what I wanted… and what I wanted was her.

  The truth was if the rodeo ever became too much and she asked me to quit, I would’ve in a heartbeat. I loved that woman more than I ever did the rodeo, and if there ever came a point where I was hurt, or her nerves were fried, I’d stop just so she’d be alright. Having her in the stands was what kept me on that bull… it gave me the confidence I needed to keep going, even when every joint in my hand was being ripped from its place. And when she left, it was like I lost my grip. My practice ride times got shorter and shorter, and pretty soon bulls were dropping down and bucking me off their backs in two seconds flat.

  I couldn’t focus, I couldn’t grip, and I couldn’t ride.

  Not after she left.

  So, I stopped. I never signed up for another rodeo and reporters tracked me down for weeks trying to figure out why I wasn’t riding. Rumors flew that I’d been hurt in a practice run, and from there, stories about me having concussions and mental issues and losing fingers flew in the local tabloids. But, I kept to myself and helped take in the rough stock being retired from the rodeo, and those rough stock began to breed and have calves. Pretty soon, I had me a fresh batch of rough stock the rodeo was interested in, and when I officially established my ranch, young men soon began tracking me down and asked me if I trained riders.

  I shrugged and said, “sure, why not?” And from there my rodeo business was born.

  But that’s when I realized something. Yesterday was the first time since my college days that I’d stayed on the back of a bull for the entire eight seconds. I couldn’t begin to explain why I decided yesterday was the day to ride. But something in my gut told me it was time to get back in the saddle.

  And Chelsea had been sitting in the stands watching.

  “Shit,” I breathed before I ran my hands over my face. That woman really was my good luck charm. Sitting in the stands and cheering me on to the full eight seconds without me even knowing she’s there.

  What the hell was I supposed to do? Her smell permeated my fucking trailer, and it threatened to swallow me whole while my mind sprang back to the memory of what it felt like to have her entire body on my face. How good it felt to feel the meats of her thighs against my cheeks.

  I refused to let that woman take me down the way she did five years ago. I refused to lose myself in my anger and my sadness. I refused to continue to ask myself why the hell she never stayed, or what the hell I could’ve done better so she would have stayed. I was a damn good man with a damn good business, and any woman would’ve considered herself lucky to be by my side.

  Every woman except the one I wanted, apparently.

  Well, no more. No fucking more. I had work to do back at the ranch, and I was already late for my day. I strode over to the bathroom, threw the small door open, and squeezed myself into the shower. The first order of business was getting her tainted smell of my body, and then I needed to pull my clothes on and get on back to my animals. I had training sessions scheduled throughout the day and a pregnant heifer I was watching for a friend who was out of town for another rodeo clear across state lines.

  I’d built a good life for myself, and if she didn’t want any of it, then she didn’t have to have it.

  I let the hot water flow over my body and wash the remnants of her away as I ran my schedule for the day through my head.

  Chapter 6: Chelsea

  I had forgotten how crisp country mornings were, and the skin on my legs and arms puckered with every step I took towards my house. It was a hell of a walk, over five miles to be exact, but I’d hitched a ride to the rodeo yesterday, and I didn’t have any other way of getting back. The wind blew and kicked up the fabric of my dress, and I ran my fingers quickly through my hair in a desperate attempt to make myself look presentable. My stomach felt physically nauseous when I woke up and realized I’d overslept because I knew if my parents realized I didn’t come home last night they’d send the police force out looking for me.

  But I knew I was doing to Flynn what I did all those years ago, and I didn’t know what to do.

  I’d pulled my dress on over my body as silently as I could, and I went into the bathroom and wet down a washcloth before slathering some cheap soap on it. I could smell him as the crust of our juices crinkled on my leg, and I needed to clean myself up before I made the five-mile walk of shame back to my house.

  Was I really ashamed?

  No.

  Never of Flynn.

  But it was a small town, and people had a tendency to talk, and I knew rumors would start to fly, and my walk of shame would somehow wind up with me being pregnant and Flynn asking me to have a shotgun wedding just before he went to ride his bull off into the sunset. And while the idea of having children with Flynn wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, he sure as hell wouldn’t want to have them in Paris. He was a country boy through and through, and they didn’t need ranchers in a city like Paris.

  By the time the sun began to break through the tree line, my house finally came into sight. The sprawling plantation rose above the flowers my mother kept meticulously cultivated in our front yard, and the massive trees that stood on either side of the house shaded the driveway as I tiptoed up the cement. The white house with the towering columns loomed over the town, like the beacon of a lighthouse over the treacherous shores of the sea.

  My parents raised horses and bred them for the derby’s, and when they weren’t tending to breed some of the strongest race horses together, they were running summer camps for children and teenagers. When I was growing up, people came from other states to enroll their children in the camp my parents ran, but when my dad got sick, the doctor told him he had to slow down some. He was diagnosed with congestive heart failure and promptly had a pacemaker put in, but he c
ouldn’t keep up the schedule he was used to. My mother and I tried to pick up the slack as much as we could, and even Flynn jumped in for a time while we were in college to help during the summers. But the three of us couldn’t pull the weight my dad used to, and the camps had to close themselves down around the time I graduated.

  My mother kept breeding and raising the horses, and my father helped her with the feed and repaired the stalls when they needed repairing, but his health was slowly deteriorating, and with that deterioration came less and less he could do. Last summer they sold the back half of their ranch to help pay the bills. Twenty-eight acres of land sold back to the city so they could cultivate more living areas for the growing community college. Granted, they still had twenty-eight acres of land between them and that construction going on, but it was the hardest decision my father ever made.

  And to this day I think my mother regretted it.

  I stood in the shade of the porch longer than I should have, and it wasn’t until the sun began to shine around the column that I realized I’d probably waited too late to walk in. But, I figured my parents would just now be stirring, and if I could get up the steps before they actually came out of their room downstairs, I’d still be home free and could dodge all the questions they might have. Sure, they knew I was going to the rodeo, and I’m a big girl who can stay out all night if I wanted to, but it wouldn't take them long to put two and two together once they realized Flynn “Bullheaded” Rawlings was being featured during the bull riding event.