by Pepper Swan
He didn’t answer right away and then he said, “Her great big smile every time she sees me. Maybe she can sense her bio dad. I mean, why couldn’t I be her father?”
“I thought you said you always used protection?” I asked, knowing damn well he wouldn’t have. Boone liked to fuck his women without a condom whenever possible. Which was why he’d fallen for Rosie. She’d told each of us that she was on birth control, that she was safe.
Belle was the proof she’d had another agenda going.
“I lied,” he said, shrugging. “You guys know I don’t like anything coming between me and… well… you know.”
“Your pussy cat?” Tucker asked, grinning while trying to make light of the situation in case anyone overheard us talking.
“Yes, my pussy cat,” Boone repeated.
“What’s to say Meg isn’t playing the same game? I mean, how do we know she’s actually safe?” Tucker asked.
“We don’t know anything right now,” I said. “Especially when it comes to the girls in our life, and that includes Belle. That said, I’m not willing to give up on Belle and Megan anytime soon, and I take it neither are either of you.”
“No damn way,” Tucker said, as he slid his boot around on the floor with his toes.
“Me neither,” Boone agreed, falling back in his chair, looking exhausted.
“Then I guess we have no choice but to carry this thing through until we get all the answers, starting with Belle’s diagnosis.”
No sooner had the words left my mouth when I spotted Megan walking towards us, holding sweet Belle in her arms. Never, in my entire life, had I seen anything so beautiful as the two of them headed our way.
Belle was looking around, as content as ever in Megan’s arms. Not a tear to be found, or a wail to be heard.
None of us moved or spoke. We were all holding our breaths, waiting to hear the news, which from the looks of things, couldn’t be too bad.
Megan approached us, smiling, and I knew it had to be relatively good news. “She has an ear infection. They already dropped some medicine in her ear and gave her a dose of antibiotics. She’s already feeling better,” she told us, running her hand over the back of Belle’s perfectly shaped head, while she gazed around at us. “What the heck went on with you guys? Why did you all take off your shoes? And it looks as if you’ve been tearing at your clothes. You guys okay?”
“We’re fine,” Boone said, his face beaming as he hugged Megan and Belle. “Thank you for taking such good care of her.”
“Yes. Thanks so much,” Tucker told her, taking Boone’s place surrounding both Megan and Belle with his arms once Boone stepped back.
“It’s what you’re paying me to do,” she said, as she gazed down at Belle, whose tiny face lit up with a great big smile when Megan glanced her way. “Besides, she was one brave little girl, very cooperative. Like she knew the doctors were trying to help her.”
I reached out and cupped my hand over Belle’s silky round head. I loved how wonderful that felt and how good they both smelled.
“Let’s go home,” I said, and Boone, Tucker, and I trailed behind Megan and Belle, barefoot, carrying our boots.
Meg 12
I didn’t know what had gone on between the guys at the hospital, but for the next few days, while Belle recovered from her ear infection, they were all as loving and as sweet as pie to Belle, even Boone surprised me with his attentiveness. Suddenly, it was hard to get her away from him. He carried her around in one of those front baby carriers for hours.
When he wasn’t with her, Tucker or Vince would entertain her. I had to insist they put her down for a couple naps during the day, or she’d fall asleep in a carrier, with her little head off to the side and drool slipping from her adorably sweet rosebud mouth.
Boone was so dedicated to Belle that he hadn’t gone into work in three days, and when he finally did go in on the fourth day, he only stayed a few hours and came right back home again.
I didn’t know what was going on with these guys, but they couldn’t seem to get enough of Belle. Each of them played with her, took her for walks, read to her, took her into town when they had to run an errand, and generally acted like real dads.
The results of the DNA test still hadn’t arrived in Boone’s inbox, which he checked at least ten times a day, but it weighed heavy on everyone’s mind, even mine. I enjoyed playing house with these guys and being Belle’s surrogate mommy. She and I were bonding so much so that I started sleeping in her room. It had begun the night we took her to the ER and for some reason, I couldn’t seem to let her out of my sight. She had trouble falling asleep at night and then staying asleep for longer than a half hour at a time. I found that if I was there to rub her back when she first started fussing, she would fall right back to sleep.
Of course, this new routine didn’t do much for my own sleep and put the skids on any plans for sex with my hungry cowboys, but we all knew that Belle’s comfort and health came first.
As it turned out, their cook Ted knew more about babies than they’d thought and had taken to Belle right off. The doctors at the hospital put Belle’s age closer to four months and said she was ready to start on solid food, like baby cereal and pureed veggies like sweet potatoes and butternut squash, so Ted was all in with the idea. He would steam up sweet potatoes and squash, or smash up a ripe banana or an avocado and patiently feed her while she made horrible faces with each bite.
Of course, we couldn’t take enough pictures of her eating her first foods, and the look on her face of absolute disgust brought so much laughter and concern that it was a wonder any of us got through that first meal.
“She just has to get used to it,” Ted told us as Belle pushed half of everything that went into her mouth back out again. “She’ll get used to it in a few days.”
Ted turned out to be my hero, and he and I got along well. I loved how he made sure my morning coffee was ready when I awoke, and that there were always several bottles ready for Belle.
Still, as the days passed, and Belle thrived and slept for longer stretches at night, my libido started back up again with a vengeance.
I wanted to take up where I’d left off with Vince first, but pinning him down had become a real chore. Even though we didn’t have an answer yet as to who was the daddy, Vince went on a quest to find ponies for Belle to ride once she was old enough. That quest, combined with his playtime with Belle, any actual work he had to take care of during the day and his so-called long ride after dinner, pretty much usurped all his time.
But after several long lonely nights, I decided I didn’t want to be alone anymore, so I followed him.
First, I made sure that both baby monitors were working on both Boone and Tucker’s desks then I went in search of Vince.
I’d learned the basics of horseback riding while I was living in Idaho. It seemed like the natural thing to learn. I couldn’t do anything fancy, but I knew how to stay in the saddle while I guided the magnificent creature in the direction I wanted to go in.
I found Vince within the first fifteen minutes of my ride inside a large, well-lit barn. I dismounted and tied my horse to a railing and walked inside. At once, the sound of some sort of electric saw echoed all around me while the smell of fresh-cut wood filled my senses.
“Hey,” he said when he spotted me. He turned off the table saw, took off his goggles and grinned. “You found me.”
“It wasn’t hard. Is this place supposed to be some sort of secret?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Not really.”
“Then why do the other guys think you’re out riding?”
“I let them think what they want to,” he said while he stood behind the massive table. “It’s easier that way.”
When I looked around, I saw beautifully handcrafted, one of a kind wooden chairs, rocking chairs, elaborate bookcases, small tables with carved legs, and an assortment of fine woods stacked up along the walls.
“Easier for who?”
“For me,”
he answered, removing his goggles. “I hate having to explain myself, especially to those two. They never really listen unless what I’m saying has something to do with our company and can make us more money. If it’s not about that, they aren’t interested.”
“Oh, I don’t know. They seem to be interested in Belle,” I reminded him while I looked around.
“That’s different. She’s different,” he said as his voice softened. Belle had that kind of effect on him… on all us for that matter. No matter how stressed we might be with something else, as soon as we spoke about or saw Belle, everything changed for the better. “Besides, she’s potentially their daughter. That right there is enough to make them interested for a whole host of reasons.”
I couldn’t believe all the beautiful things that surrounded me. Furniture that could be in an art studio or on display at an art gallery, and the vibrant colors on some of the pieces were incredible.
“What is all this?” I asked as I strolled around the barn, my boots clacking on the wooden floor. At once, I fell in love with the place, like it was his secret hideaway with giant windows on one side and rough, unfinished walls all around. As if Vince the techie nerd, and weekend cowboy, also had a secret passion for art and had created his own secret paradise.
“For lack of a better term, it’s my studio,” he sheepishly said.
“As in your artist studio?”
He tilted his head. “I guess you can say that, yes.”
“And who made all of this?”
I sat in a beautiful rocking chair, that cradled my back and rocked more smoothly than any other rocking chair I’d ever sat in before.
He gazed down at the floor, then at me. “I did. It was the first thing I made in here. Do you like it?”
“It’s perfect. And what about everything else?”
“They’re mine.”
I was in awe of his craftsmanship. “Everything?”
There had to be at least twenty to twenty-five pieces.
“Everything,” he repeated.
“And Boone and Tucker know nothing about all of this?”
“They do not,” he said. “And I would appreciate it if you didn’t tell them.”
“But this barn is on the land. It’s a little far, but you can walk here from the house if you wanted to. How could they not know about this place?”
What he said struck me as being totally absurd.
“They know about this barn, but they think it’s empty.”
“And you’ve never invited them over?”
“No.”
“May I ask why?”
“Because they would think it’s stupid. We can buy the finest furniture in the world, why would I want to make it?”
I sighed. “Because you’re an artist, and an artist needs to express himself.”
“They wouldn’t understand. They think in logic, that’s why we’re so successful. If it were up to me, we’d still be working out of my garage.”
“Have you ever tried to talk to them about all of this?”
He shook his head. “It just never came up and well, I decided if they ever ventured out here, then, of course, I would tell them. So far, they never have. Nobody has, until now… until you.”
“I guess I’m curious that way.”
“What made you come out?”
“I got lonely.”
“Belle’s in the next room. How could you ever be lonely?”
“She’s sleeping, and I miss you.”
“Boone and Tucker are right upstairs.”
“They were distracted by something for work, and when you left for what everyone has always told me was your night ride, I decided to follow you.”
“On horseback?”
“Yes,” I told him, thinking how gorgeous he looked surrounded by all his art. Gazing over at him knowing I was now part of his secret turned me on like nothing else.
“I didn’t know you could ride.”
“I can get around.”
He walked over to me with a swagger that caused my breath to hitch. “Why are you really here? I mean, how lonely are you?”
“Very, very lonely,” I teased, hoping he would take my huge hint to heart. “Besides, you haven’t told me about all your… art yet.”
“Do you want a tour?”
“Yes, a detailed tour?”
“That may take awhile. Did you say that Belle is sleeping?”
“Soundly, and both Tucker and Boone have their monitors right next to their laptops on their desks. I made sure before I left.”
He reached out for my hand and as soon as I placed mine in his, a shiver raced through me with such a force that, for a moment, I pulled my hand away.
“You okay?” he asked.
“A little spark,” I told him, then placed my hand back in his once again.
I loved how his thumb ran over my fingers, sending little sparks of anticipation through me.
“Should we see if we can turn that into a bonfire?”
“We wouldn’t want this place to go up in smoke, would we?”
“Baby, I’m way beyond smoke and more into an inferno.”
I stood, and he pulled me in tight and crashed his lips into mine. This time, there was nothing slow about his desire or about mine. We pulled and tugged at each other’s clothes, trying our best to feel skin as quickly as possible, and once we had contact, we couldn’t seem to move fast enough to get that fire burning out of control.
Meg 13
I unzipped his jeans, then sat in one of the chairs he’d crafted and tore at his waistband to bring both his pants and boxers down to free his incredibly thick and long cock. Just the visual of his hard penis sent a wave of heat over my body, and when I wrapped my hand around it, loving the way it felt so hard and heavy, I couldn’t wait to taste him.
“Umm,” he moaned. “You’re a wicked woman.”
“I’m just getting started,” I said and licked his cock from the base to its perfect tip, teasing the broad crown with my tongue, then licking off the pre-cum that beaded in the very center. The saltiness of his cum on my tongue sent a tremor through me that set a bomb off somewhere deep inside of me.
He dug his hands through my hair, pulling it back off my face so he could watch as I took him fully into my mouth. His cock hitting the back of my throat as his hips rocked with a rhythm while I sucked him off, slowly at first. Savoring the taste of him, the feel of his hard wood filling my mouth, then poking at the back of my relaxed throat.
I always enjoyed oral sex, but for some reason with Vince, I loved it, especially when he cupped my chin and slowly ran his thumb over my stretched bottom lip. I gazed up at him, and his deep blue eyes seared through me. His desire for me right there on his face, in his eyes. One of his hands was still tangled up in my hair, and when he gently pulled my head back, it stung my scalp and only added to my desire to give him the best blow job he’d ever had. I sucked his beautiful cock harder and moved my hungry mouth over him faster and faster, wanting him to shoot his seed down my throat as his body shook from the force of his climax. I wanted to watch the moment in his eyes, see it on his gorgeous face as his body succumbed to my intoxicating abilities. As I worked him, I could hear him losing control, hear the dirty sounds coming from deep down in his throat. Hear the groans of pure pleasure as he came closer and closer to letting go.
Vince, however, had something else in mind. Apparently coming in my mouth wasn’t what he’d envisioned for our first time together, and he slipped out of my mouth. I couldn’t help the instant sadness that washed over me as soon as he stopped me from my quest.
“Not like this,” he mumbled in a low, incredibly sexy voice. “I want the real thing, baby girl. I want to feel your warmth. I want to be inside of your sweet pussy when I come, not in your mouth. Especially not a mouth like yours that was made for kissing.”
He stripped me down then, slowly, kissing each naked breast, then gently suckling each pebbly nipple until I ran my hands through his thick hair and
moaned out my pure pleasure. He had a way of swirling his tongue around my nipples that sent tingles down my body all the way to my toes.
I slipped out of my sneakers and stood so he could remove my jeans and my panties that were wet with my own cum.
“You’re so lovely,” he whispered once I was completely naked, shrugged out of his shirt, then moved behind me, kissing my neck while he kneaded my breasts then ran his hands over my body as I rested my back and ass against his hard, muscled body, my head on his shoulder. His strong arms surrounded me, as he lifted my arms so I could wrap them behind his neck. Once that happened, he had his way with me, his hands wandering wherever they wanted, sliding over me as if he owned my body.
He lingered between my legs, fingers pushing between my silky folds, skirting my clit, then rubbing it until I opened my legs for more. He didn’t stop, and instead, he rubbed it faster and faster until I couldn’t help but push into his fingers.
“That feels so damn good,” I told him, as I thrust my ass back into him, his hard cock pressing against me.
There was something intoxicating about a man, naked, behind me, running his hands over me, possessing me, touching my body wherever he wanted, while I’d totally surrendered to him.
It didn’t take long until my body bucked with my first climax as he kept up the intensity of his touch right through it, not giving me a moment to come down off the high.
He at once guided me over to a small, twin bed in front of the bank of windows.
“I sleep in here when I get into something I can’t stop thinking about. Seems like I can’t stop thinking about fucking you. Let’s continue this on my bed, if you don’t mind fucking in front of the windows,” he whispered, as if someone might hear his dirty talk.
“I’d fuck you anywhere,” I told him. “but for tonight, in front of these windows, with that full moon shining down on us, seems like the perfect place.”
We fell on the bed then, arms and legs entangled as his mouth crushed mine, and our tongues met for a slow erotic dance once again. He was by far the best kisser I’d ever experienced. The way he moved his tongue against mine, how his lips felt on mine, the way he seemed to devour me with his mouth sent a direct line of fire right down my center to drench my pussy with my own hot cum.