Knocked Up By The Other Brother: A Secret Baby Second Chance Romance

by Ashlee Price

  Ted was first and he yanked out, rubbing his cock against her clit as Jaxon hammered her from behind. Without Ted inside of her, Jaxon was able to go deeper and he pushed her forward. Ted moved back and pushed her head down to his crotch. She suckled on his cock, cleaning off their mixed pleasure, while Jaxon started to show signs of losing it. He grabbed her hair and yanked her back as he claimed every inch of her ass. Finally, he blasted deep, not letting a drop of it escape before he pulled away and slid out with a groan.

  Penny crawled next to Ted, her head resting on his shoulder as she listened to the pounding of his heart. He grabbed her close, cradling her neck under his arm. Ted finally turned off the toy. “Stay here with us tonight.”

  Jaxon moved on the other side of her, his own head leaning on her stomach, his hot breath brushing across her slick skin.

  “There is nowhere else I would rather be.”

  ~THE END~

  Sold to the Cowboy Werewolf

  The alarm clock started beeping beside me. I reached over and turned it off. I rolled over on to my back and stared at the ceiling. Today is the day; my eighteenth birthday. For any other teenage girl in my town that would be exciting, but for me it is horrible.

  The year is 3023, and from what I understand Earth is much different than it was a thousand years ago. Humans, who ruled this world, are scarcely seen anymore and when they are, they are slaves to the shifters. A shifter is almost a cross breed between a human and an animal. They live most of their life as humans, but they have the control to shift in to their alter ego. Not everyone is the same animal; there are wolves, bears, tigers, lions and pretty much any other carnivorous animal you can think of. They are bigger than normal humans, faster, stronger and smarter. They all live in packs together with their own kind.

  The town I live in is a werewolf pack. My mother and father stumbled upon it when my mother was pregnant with me. They got very lucky; they were allowed to live, partly because my mother was pregnant and wolves are very protective of babies, even human ones, and partly because my father was trained as a doctor at the village they escaped from.

  They had been working for a pack of werebears, a species that does not put nearly as much importance on their young. They were going to have my parents killed for reproducing. My parents were able to escape before that happened.

  Part of the deal for them to be able to stay here was that on the day of their child’s eighteenth birthday, they were to be sent to work for someone in the town. Today is the day; the day that I am being sold to a werewolf family.

  “Abigail! It’s time to come down for breakfast.” My mother’s voice rang up the stairs. I sighed loudly and threw the blankets off and stood up. It was the middle of summer, and my room was nice and warm. I looked out the window and saw the sun shining brightly. Walking to my closet, I tried to decide what I should wear. What does one wear when they are being forced in to slavery?

  I decided on jeans and a black t-shirt. I'm sure they will have specific clothes for me to wear anyway. I looked in the mirror one last time before heading down for breakfast. I took a minute to actually look at myself. I'm short, shorter than my mother but I have her eyes, deep set and almost black they are so dark. My hair too is dark and falls long and straight down my back. I inherited my mother’s figure, curvy in all the right places with a small waist. The only part of my father I see in myself is my smile, they are basically identical.

  I pry myself from the mirror and head downstairs. My mother has the table all set up; eggs, bacon, toast and hash browns are ready to be scooped and eaten. There is a large bag with a big blue bow stuck to it that can only be a present for me.

  My mother notices I am in the kitchen and comes to give me a hug.

  “Happy birthday baby girl.” She says as she kisses the top of my head.

  “Thanks mom.” I reply unenthusiastically. She knows what today means just as much as I do.

  “Where’s dad?” I ask.

  “He had to do an early morning house call. The March family is expecting their baby today.”

  I didn’t bother answering; I just sat down and started to eat. I didn’t feel much like talking this morning. I was scooping some eggs on to my plate when the front door opened and my father came in. He looked at me and came over and hugged me just like my mother had. He didn’t say happy birthday, because he knew it wasn’t a happy one.

  The three of us sat around the table and ate our breakfast quietly. When we were done, my mother cleared away the plates and placed the gift bag in front of me. I ripped out the tissue paper and looked inside. It was a framed family portrait.

  I couldn’t say anything. It was so beautiful.

  “I got it made for you by the lady in the mall. I know you will have your own room so I thought it would be nice for you to have.” My mother said quietly.

  I examined the painting. It was very well done; the person who did it clearly has some serious talent. “I love it, thank you so much.” I looked between my parents and suddenly wanted to cry. I was going to miss them so much. I could still see them of course, on my day off but it was going to be so weird to not see them every day.I stood up and gave them both another hug.

  I wiped my eyes and started to help my mother with the dishes from breakfast. A short while later there was a knock on the door and my heart dropped in to my stomach; I hadn’t been scared up until right now. I didn’t know which family I was being sold to; what if they were horrible?

  My father opened the door and a man in a pair of jeans and a button up shirt was standing in the doorway. He was wearing a ball cap and a pair of cowboy boots.

  “Hello. I am here to pick up Abigail Turner. I’m from the Wesley ranch, my name is Curt.” He had a deep calming voice and I immediately felt better.

  Then I realized what he said. He was from the Wesley ranch. The Wesleys were the wealthiest family in the town. They owned about 2000 acres of land and ran a hugely successful ranch. The father farmed the land and raised beef cattle. The mother was in to horses and went to shows all over the world. They even had their own annual show she ran for the locals and the towns around ours were all invited.

  They were very rich, and it made perfect sense for them to want a human to come and work for them. It was free labour; all they had to do was give me my own room to sleep in. My parents and I have driven by the place before and they were definitely not going to miss one room. Their house is huge.

  Curt chatted with my parents for a while and then I grabbed my bag, gave them one last hug and climbed in to the waiting truck outside.

  Curt didn’t talk much on the way there and I didn’t mind one bit; I didn’t feel like talking anyway. I looked out my window, watching the small houses of the town turn in to the never-ending fields that lie in the outskirts. It wasn’t long until we reached the long driveway of the house. It was huge, just like I remembered it to be, but even bigger. I had never seen it up close, only from the road. It was two stories, tan coloured siding wrapping around it. There was a beautiful closed in deck all around the one side, and they must have a sunroom because one whole corner of the house is all glass. It’s spectacular, it really is.

  I wait for Curt to get out of the truck before I move. He walks around the back and grabs my bag before he opens my door.

  “I’ll show you your room, and then we can find Mrs. Wesley.” He says and starts to walk toward the house.

  I unbuckle my seatbelt and hop out of the truck, closing the door behind me. I follow Curt, but don’t pay much attention to where I am going. I can’t help but ogle at the beautiful house and what surround it. There is a huge red barn not far from the house; it looks to be brand new and very well kept. It is like the barn from all the books; red with white stripes across the doors. I can only imagine the beautiful animals that are kept in there.

  We make our way around the side of the house and I no longer have to imagine what the animals look like. In behind the barn in a field with four gorgeous horses grazing away at t
he grass. The one closest to me looks up and meets my eyes. It is a dark brown with a stark white stripe going down its nose. The mane and tail are black as can be and all four legs look like it is wearing white socks. It is very tall, and its body is lean and muscular and shining in the sun. It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

  I realize that I have stopped walking to stare at the horses and I look around to find Curt. He is standing in front of another building behind the house. It has all the same exterior colours as the main house but it is much smaller. It looks like apartments to me; there are two identical doors that have small wooden decks in front of them. The one on the left has a small garden planted and decorations around the outside. I can see the white curtains in the windows and there is a pair of dirty boots on the deck. The one on the right has nothing, the deck is clean, there are no flowers and the windows are bare. Curt is standing at the bottom of the steps to the second door, waiting for me to catch up.

  “Sorry,” I say, “they are just so pretty.”

  “It’s alright. Mrs. Wesley keeps some pretty nice horses.” I walk passed Curt and step through the door. “This will be your suite. There should be everything you need, bedroom is to the right and the bathroom is attached to that. Kitchen is stocked with food, you’ll have to let Maria know if there is anything specific you like or don’t like.”

  “Maria?” I ask.

  “She is the maid, she does the cleaning and the cooking and all the grocery shopping for the Wesleys. She’s my wife. She and I live right beside you. You can decorate the place as you like, it’s yours now.”

  I am flabbergasted. I definitely did not expect to be getting my own apartment and a stocked kitchen and so much freedom. I guess I was expecting chains and whips and slavery. Looking around at the house and the property, it’s clear to see that that is not the type of people the Wesleys are. Everything feels clean and proper.

  “This is not what I expected at all.” I say out loud mainly to myself.

  “Working for the Wesleys is a pretty good deal. They will treat you right, even if you aren’t one of them.” Curt says smiling.

  That was when I realized that Curt wasn’t a shifter, he was human. I should have noticed right away, but I just assumed he was one of them. He isn’t very tall, probably an inch or two taller than my father, and his arms are toned but not nearly as muscular as any of the shifters I have ever seen. I start to wonder about how he got here and what his story is. Before I can ask anything, he steps back out on to the deck and says we should find Mrs. Wesley.

  “I still don’t know what my job will be.” I say to Curt on the way to the main house.

  “That’s why we have to go and see Mrs. Wesley; she will assign you your job and give you your schedule. She decides all of that.” He answered.

  “What do you do here Curt?” I inquire.

  “I am the ranch hand. I do all of the maintenance on the equipment, feed and water the animals, do all of the grounds care, clean out the stalls; stuff like that.”

  “That’s a lot of work for one person to be doing.” I say as we climb the steps to the front door of the house.

  “I’m tired at night, that’s for sure.” Curt takes off his boots and steps inside the door. I follow suit and remove my shoes before I enter. The inside of the house is just as spectacular as the outside. The walls are all done in deep warm shades of browns and reds and everything is so clean. Maria really does a good job.

  Over to the left is the kitchen. The cupboards are all handcrafted wood, the appliances are all stainless steel and the counter top is the most gorgeous granite I have ever seen. There is a woman standing at the stove stirring a pot. I can only assume this is

  Maria and when Curt goes over and gives her a kiss, I am convinced.

  He introduces her to me and I like her instantly. She has a quiet demeanor and a vibe that makes you feel welcome and safe. She has shirt blonde hair and soft blue eyes. Her face is dusted with freckles and she is wearing a small pair of sparkly diamond studs in her ears. I can just tell that she is so in love with Curt by the way their body language is; always turned towards each other, looking directly in to each other’s eyes. It’s beautiful.

  We say goodbye to Maria and head down a long hallway. We reach a door close to the end on the right and Curt knocks lightly. A voice sounds out a greeting and we walk in. The room is huge, three walls are bookcases and they are filled with books. There is a sitting area around a fireplace and a giant desk in the centre of the room. Behind the desk is a small red head woman. She looks up and smiles when she sees me.

  “Ah, this must be Abigail. It is so nice to meet you my dear.” She gets up from the desk and walks around to hug me.

  I am a little caught off guard; I wasn’t expecting her to be a hugger.

  “Come, sit down and we will go over what your job assignment is.”

  She sits back down at her desk and I take one of the chairs across from it. Curt stands near the door. She hands me a binder.

  “This is your schedule. You will be taking over some of the job responsibilities that Curt has. He is too over worked and it’s not healthy. You will be responsible for mucking out the stalls, feeding the animals and assisting Curt with anything else he may need help with. You will be his assistant. There is everything you need in that book, a list of the rules we have in place, a schedule of your days off, explanations for everything you will need to do and many other helpful things. I suggest you read through it this evening before bed, and if you still have questions I'm sure Curt will be more than happy to answer them for you. The dresser and the closet is full of clothes for you, we asked your parents what sizes we needed. Maria does the laundry once a week. We have meals in the main house on Sunday nights and you are expected to attend. We are very happy you are here with us.” She smiled at me warmly and then went back to the paper work on her desk.

  I took that as my cue to leave and stood up. Curt held the door for me and we headed back through the house and out the front door.

  “What do I do now?” I ask him once we are outside.

  “Take the day to rest. Read the manual, explore the grounds. Tomorrow we start work.” He started walking towards the barn and gave me a wave. I stood in front of the house for a while and then walked slowly back to my apartment.

  I opened up the door and stepped in to my new home. I noticed off to the right there was a lineup of several pairs of boots. A tall pair and a few short pairs, all cowboy boots, and then there was a pair of rubber boots. I wander through the apartment; the kitchen is small but nice. The cupboards are all white and the appliances match. I open the fridge and see that it truly is stocked, along with all of the cupboards. I make my way in to the living room. There is a brown microfiber sofa and a large flat screen TV. There is a pamphlet with the internet password and a list of all the TV channels and three remotes.

  I continue my exploration and walk in to the bedroom. There is a tall double bed with brown bedding on it that looks to be a duvet. There are two doors in the room, both closed. I open the first one and it is the closet. She wasn’t lying when she said it was full. There were more clothes in there than I had at home. I closed the door and opened the second one. It was a small bathroom, all done in blue. I was happy to see that there was a bathtub. I was already planning a long bath on my next day off.

  I turned the light off in the bathroom and walked back out in to the bedroom. I sat down on the bed; it was very comfortable. I lay down and rested my head on the pillow. Lifting up the book Mrs. Wesley had given me, I started to read.

  The schedule was pretty straightforward. I started working at 8am every day; that’s when the first feeding is. It looked like my job was mainly to work around the horses. Curt would take care of the cattle.

  At 8 they got their first feeding, and then they were all turned out in to the paddocks. All of the stalls then needed to be mucked, which was going to be pretty gross. Lunch was at noon and then I would spend the afternoon helping Cu
rt with whatever he needed me to do. Supper was at 5, and right after the horses needed to be brought back in to the barn and fed again. Then I had the rest of the evening to do as I pleased. My day off was Wednesday.

  The book said that Mrs. Wesley worked with the horses on Monday and Friday afternoons and all day Wednesday. Makes sense why my day off is Wednesday I guess. It also says that she goes to shows on most weekends. I hope I might be able to go to one.

  The book had everything I needed to know, except nowhere did it say anything about Mr. Wesley. I knew he was around though, because I have heard people talk about him. The cattle are his baby, that’s the real money maker at Wesley Ranch. Maybe I would meet him at Sunday night dinner.

  The next day was Friday and I was actually kind of excited about starting work. I went to bed early, and set an alarm for an hour before I had to be at the barn so I could get some breakfast. I found some cheerios in the cupboard and some milk in the fridge. The shower in the bathroom worked great, the shower head had so many different settings.

  I found some clothes in the closet and dresser. They even bought socks and underwear for me. I chose a pair of jeans, a plain black long sleeve shirt and a grey sweater to go over top. I put on a pair of the bots that were sitting at the front door and headed to the barn.

  On my way out I noticed that the lights were all off at Curt and Maria’s place. They must already be gone. I reached the barn and there I found Curt. HE was waiting for me so he could show me what to do. I was introduced to all of the horses and learned how to feed them all. We then put them all out in the paddocks they belonged in. Curt showed me how to muck the stalls. It wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought. He left then and I continued to work.

  After lunch, Curt gave me a tour of the ranch. We walked for a long time along a dirt road. He showed me all of the cattle and all of the fields they switched between; and he showed me what he did with them.