Taboo Cowboy: A Secret Baby Ranch Western Romance

by Crowne, KC

  I continued playing with my breast with one hand, while the other moved lower, slipping into my shorts. I found my clit and teased it, circling it. I imagined Silas’s mouth there instead, his beard rough against my inner thighs. His tongue languishing and teasing my clit.

  A sharp intake of breath. Pleasure coursed through me, my fantasy becoming even more vivid. We weren’t in a bed, but in the stables. On a bale of hay.

  I liked the idea that we might get caught, that someone could walk in on us as he fucked me. It made the whole thing even hotter.

  I slid a finger inside, knowing that my hands were no comparison to the real thing. Silas probably had a big cock. He was a big man, so it only made sense.

  I slipped in two fingers, sliding them in and out of my wet pussy, imagining Silas warming me up for what was to come.

  Then three fingers.

  I gasped as I filled myself. I wasn’t sure I could take anymore. I stayed with three fingers, sliding them in and out while my thumb played with my clit.

  I knew it wouldn’t take long, not with the fantasy of Silas hovering above me, filling me up over and over again. I wondered what he’d look like naked. Probably amazing. No, definitely amazing. He was strong and could fuck me so good, I bet. And that’s what I wanted – a man who knew what he was doing.

  “Yes, yes,” I whimpered, the fire burning inside me.

  The pleasure hit me hard and fast, taking me by surprise. I used my free hand to cover my mouth, to hide the screams trying to escape as I came hard, thinking about Silas inside me.

  When the pleasure died down eventually, I slipped my fingers out. I was so tired now. Tired and content. But I knew I needed to clean up. I pushed myself off the bed and went to the bathroom connected to the bedroom.

  Christopher’s private bathroom had a full-sized tub and shower combo. It was nicer than what we had back in New York and looked a lot like my parent’s master bathroom back home. I washed up quickly and climbed back into bed, my eyes growing heavy. It wasn’t long before I fell asleep.

  I wasn’t sure how long I’d been out, but I awoke to the bedroom door opening. Christopher was trying to be quiet, but that had never come naturally to him - especially if he’d been drinking. I rolled over and stared right at him.

  “I’m sorry,” he tried to whisper. “Did I wake you?”

  “It’s fine,” I mumbled, sitting up and patting the bed beside me. “I want to hear all about your night.”

  Christopher’s grin could have lit up the room. He plopped down beside me and started speaking a hundred miles an hour.

  “Alright, so Tyler and I met up at The Hideout, this dive bar in town. Like the only place to grab a drink in this place. It’s pretty low-rent, especially compared to the places we’re used to, but—”

  “Christopher, get to the story already,” I said, laughing. Typical of him. Whenever he told a story, he had to get all the details right - even the things that didn’t matter. It was cute, but at times I wanted him to just get to the damn point.”

  “Okay, okay, just setting the scene. But anyway, he asked if I wanted to play pool, which you know I hate pool—”

  “Yes, because you suck at it.”

  “No, it’s just stupid, I have better things to do with my balls than shoot them into tiny holes, but anyway. I told him okay, but I guess he could see I wasn’t enthusiastic and admitted he hates pool too. He just thought I would want to. Can you believe it? We have so much in common, I can’t believe it.”

  “Yes, so much in common. You were made for each other. “I grinned. “So, when’s the wedding?”

  He grabbed my leg playfully. “Hush, you. But anyway, we both admitted there’s not much to do in this shitty ass town, so he asked me to go for a ride in his pickup. Of course I said yes. He took me out to this beautiful overlook that I never even new existed. You could see the stars for miles, Molly. I forgot how beautiful the sky can look. It was perfect.”

  “Aww, sounds romantic. Then what?”

  “Well, we fucked, of course.”

  “Right there in his truck?” I gasped, not really shocked but giving him the drama he needed.

  “Oh yes. In his truck, and outside the truck too,” he bragged, beaming. “That’s the one good thing out here. There’s so few people, you can get busy almost anywhere and not get caught. I mean, I’ll never love it here, but a guy could get used to fucking under the stars. You should try it sometime, sweetie. It’s good for the soul.”

  I chuckled. We both knew that sex was easier for him than me.

  “Of course,” he added, nudging me gently. “It would mean finally giving away your v-card. Which I think you’re planning to hold onto forever.”

  “Not forever. Just until I meet the right person,” I defended.

  That was one big difference between Christopher and me. He had been having sex since he was eighteen or so and had had plenty of partners over the years. Casual sex wasn’t a big deal for him. But it wasn’t my thing, and while he wasn’t a complete ass about it, he often teased me playfully. But I was raised in a fairly religious family. I wasn’t a religious person any longer, but some of the sentiments stuck with me. I no longer felt like I had to wait until my wedding night, but I did want to wait for someone special. After all, I’d waited this long. What was a little bit longer?

  “So, are you going to see him again or was this only a one-night thing?” I asked.

  Christopher grinned and seemed to wiggle from excitement. “We’re definitely going to see each other again. At least once or twice before I leave. I hope that’s okay with you? Were you fine here alone? I’m so sorry for leaving you!”

  “I’m fine. I mostly slept.” And masturbated while thinking of your dad, but I left that part out.

  “If you don’t want me to go out again, just tell me, okay?”

  “No, I want you to go out. Maybe Tyler is the one that’ll settle you down.”

  Normally when I’d say something like that, Christopher would guffaw with laughter and swear no man would ever be good enough to settle his wild ways. This time, however, he just smiled and didn’t say anything.

  I smiled knowingly and asked, “You’re smitten, aren’t you?”

  “I am, a bit. I’ve never felt this way about someone.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “Would you move back here to be with him?”

  “Oh hell no,” he assured me. “I’m not sure what we’d do, but there’s no way in hell I’d ever move back to this god forsaken place. Besides, we’re going to open our boutique in the city one day. I wouldn’t give up on that. Not even for a man.”

  “Good,” I said. “But never say never. If things work out, what would you do?”

  He thought that over for a moment. “I don’t know if Tyler would want to move to the city. But we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. For now, I just want to see where it goes.”

  “I understand,” I said, nodding. “I just want to see you happy, you know?”

  “And I want to see you happy. We need to find you a man, Molly dear.”

  I rolled my eyes and fell back onto the bed. “Why do you always bring this back to talking about me?”

  Christopher fell back on the bed beside me. “Because as much as you like to pretend you don’t need a man, I know deep down you want one.”

  I looked over at him and smiled. “Who says I’m not happy owning my own business and living with my best friend?”

  “You don’t want to live with me forever, do you?”

  “Sure, why not?”

  He cackled. “Oh, I know you’d love to never have to pick up my dirty socks again, or to nag me about the dishes.”

  “If not you, probably another man. I think men, gay or straight, all have some gene that makes them totally incapable of picking up their damn socks.”

  “Maybe, maybe not. But in seriousness now, I know you want to find love. I know you, Molly McBean. I know you better than anyone else, and you want a family someday.”

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nbsp; “Someday, yes. It would be nice. But we’ll see what happens. We’re still young, we have a lot of time left to figure this out. Besides, it’s not like you and Tyler are getting married tomorrow.”

  He raised his eyebrows and smiled. Things with Tyler had gone really well, I could see it in his face. He caught feelings for guys a lot, but never like this. Tyler had been his dream boy in high school, but he’d always thought he was straight. Neither of them was out back then, and they didn’t even hang in the same friend groups. But it was a small school, and everyone knew everyone else, so they would talk sometimes and kept in touch after graduation.

  So maybe Tyler was the one for him, and if so, good for him.

  But he was right. It would be nice if I could find someone too. I liked to act like I was okay being single, but I did want to settle down at some point.

  I wanted a family and a career.

  I wanted it all.

  Silas

  I was up before sunrise every morning, mucking the stables and taking care of the horses. I ran most of the day-to-day business operations of the ranch, but I tried not to spend too much time cooped up in my office. My father was the one who had run it before, but after he passed, I took over. I still preferred being with horses over staring at financial statements, but someone had to do it.

  Breakfast was always at seven. We didn’t have to eat as a family, but when Christopher was in town, we usually did. At least Mom would be there, and I knew I should be too. She’d be expecting Christopher and me to show up, and she’d make a good breakfast - it would be rude not to eat.

  Christopher had never been a morning person, and I wasn’t sure what time he’d come in the night before. So to be sure he was up, I knocked on his bedroom door.

  No answer. Typical.

  I knocked again.

  Nothing.

  “Christopher, breakfast time.” I turned the knob and opened the door, just like I had when he was living here. I briefly forgot that he wasn't alone, that his fake girlfriend was in there with him.

  As soon as I opened the door, however, I remembered.

  Molly was alone in Christopher’s bed, spread out and laying at an angle. She was mostly uncovered, the blankets kicked off the bed and piled on top of Christopher who was on the floor.

  I stared for a long second. It was hard not to look at something so beautiful and peaceful. Her hair was spread out over the pillowcase, obscuring most of her face. She was wearing silky, pink pajamas. Her bottoms were more like underwear but covered enough so that it wasn’t obscene.

  The top was raised up, showing off her stomach. Mostly flat, but still soft. Her breasts were covered, just barely, but without a bra so her nipples could be seen through the material. Her breasts were round and perky, perfect handfuls.

  I began to feel guilty for staring at her while she was asleep, so I cleared my throat and looked away.

  “Christopher, Molly. Time for breakfast.”

  Molly shot up in the bed, her large eyes even wider than usual. She grabbed at the blanket, pulling it up over her body as if she were naked. Christopher sat up too and scowled at me.

  “Mama G made breakfast. It’d be nice of you to join us.”

  Without another word, I left the room. I felt terrible for savoring Molly’s body like that; it was wrong of me. She clearly didn’t want to be admired based on her reaction to me being in the room.

  I hoped they’d come down for breakfast, but it was out of my hands now. I knew that if it was up to Christopher, he’d go right back to sleep. I used to have to nudge him out, but I reminded myself that he was an adult now.

  My mother was setting the table when I came down.

  “Do you think Christopher and Molly will be joining us?” she asked.

  “I tried to wake them up, but who knows,” I answered, automatically heading to the kitchen to help.

  She followed me. “If they do come down, can you please be on your best behavior? I know Molly isn’t really his girlfriend, but for some reason he feels the need to pretend, and I want them both to feel comfortable in my home.”

  “I’ll try, Ma,” I muttered. “You know I don’t go out of my way to be an ass, right?” She frowned, and I knew what was coming. I corrected myself before she could do it for me. “Sorry, I mean, I don’t try to be a jerk. It’s just how I come off sometimes.”

  “That’s better, but you still need to take responsibility for yourself. You could be less brash. Not everyone is used to it, and Molly doesn’t look like the type to have been around people like you.”

  “I know, Ma.”

  I grabbed the last of the food from the kitchen. My mother always made too much. She was used to cooking for the guests - one of her favorite things to do here at the ranch. Though due to her age and needing to slow down, we’d recently hired a chef to take care of most of the prep work. We were growing too big and my poor mother would spend all day in the kitchen otherwise. Not that she ever complained.

  Now she just cooked for us, but sometimes it still felt like she was cooking for a hotel full of guests.

  We had bacon, sausage, eggs, toast, and biscuits and gravy. Oh, and fruit on the side as well as yogurt and granola. Molly would have her choice of food. No one went hungry in this house.

  When I came out of the kitchen, I was surprised to see Christopher and Molly at the table, waiting. Christopher looked half asleep still, wearing plaid pajama pants and a grey long-sleeved shirt. Molly, on the other hand, was thankfully wearing something other than what she’d slept in. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun, but her outfit was put together. She’d put on jeans and a blouse, but next to Christopher’s pajamas, she looked dressed up.

  “Mornin’,” I said, placing the last of the food on the table.

  “Good morning,” Molly said to me, sitting up straight as a board as if she was uncomfortable. I didn’t like seeing her that way. Mama G was right, I needed to be nicer.

  “Sorry about walking in on ya this morning, I wasn’t thinkin’. I had to wake Christopher up like that when he was younger, and old habits die hard, I guess.”

  “It’s fine,” she said, propping her chin in her hand.

  I took my seat just as Wyatt passed by the dining room. “Sorry, got an appointment early this morning. A mare giving birth over at the Hudson property and they need my help.”

  “It’s fine, go on,” our mother said, waving Wyatt off. She was used to her boys coming and going at breakfast and lunch. It was only dinner that she liked to have us all together, if possible. “Travis is training someone, and Chance is—well, I don’t know where Chance is this morning. He left early. Emily and Logan went out of town for a convention; some event planning show in Vegas. So it looks like it’s just the four of us this morning.”

  “Great,” Christopher said under his breath. Molly nudged him, reminding him that everyone could hear his tone.

  I ignored it and bit into my toast, which I’d dipped into the yolks of my eggs. “So, Molly, you ever ridden a horse before?”

  She looked at me, studying my face as if checking to see if I meant that as another insult. I couldn’t blame her after the way I’d acted yesterday. But I meant it. I was trying to make conversation, but it was hard to know what to talk about with a city girl like her.

  “Uh, no. Actually, I haven’t,” she admitted. “It’s something I’ve always wanted to try, but there aren’t many horses in Manhattan, obviously.” She chuckled, making her own joke, and it was the cutest thing I’d ever heard.

  “Oh yeah? If you’d like, you two can go for a ride later.”

  “Dad, you know I don’t like riding,” Christopher said. “I have no idea what I’m doing. Horses hate me for some reason.”

  “Nah, they don’t hate ya, son. They can just sense your discomfort. You just have to know how to work with them.”

  “Well, I have no idea what I’m doing, so I doubt Molly and I will be going for a ride anytime soon.”

  I saw the look of disappoi
ntment on Molly’s face and it pulled at my heartstrings. The poor girl had always wanted to ride a horse. Here was her chance, and Christopher wasn’t even going to try.

  “I can help the y’all,” I offered.

  “I’d rather you not,” my son snapped, glaring at me.

  I tried not the let the sting of his words affect me. Maybe I hadn’t been the most emotionally available father, but I did love my son.

  “Yeah, it’s fine. I’m sure I’ll get another chance at some point,” Molly said, her voice soft.

  “If Christopher doesn’t mind, and you’re up for it, Molly, I can take ya. He can stay here and do whatever it is he does.”

  Maybe it was a bit harsh, but the words came out before I had a chance to stop them. Christopher glared at me from across the table, like he wanted to take the fork in his hand and jab it right into me.

  “Listen, the girl wants to ride a horse, we have horses. It seems like a waste that she came all this way and doesn’t get to live out a dream. I’m happy to take her out, that’s all I’m sayin’.”

  “That’s up to Molly,” Christopher finally acquiesced.

  I turned my attention to Molly. She opened her mouth, then shut it again. I could see that she was thinking it over. She looked at Christopher, as if trying to decide if he meant it - could she go or would he be mad at her?

  I knew I could be a bit harsh at times, but my son was making me look like the damned devil. The poor girl just wanted to ride go for a ride. What was the big deal?

  “Molly, seriously,” he said, his face softening as he looked at her. “If you want to go, it’s fine. My dad is probably the best horseback rider I know. You’d be safe with him.”

  They were probably the kindest words my son had ever said about me. For a moment I wondered if that was actually my boy who’d said them.

  Molly glanced at me and nodded after a second or two. “Alright, I think that sounds great. Thank you, Mr. Walker.”

  “Silas,” I said, biting off a strip of bacon.

  “Sorry, yes, Silas. I’d love to go horseback riding with you. Thank you.”