Cowboy Baby Daddy

by Claire Adams

  I shivered in excitement, just thinking about it.

  When I got up to the hotel room, Eric opened the door before I had the chance to, looking as though he had just gotten out of the shower, with a towel wrapped around his waist and water droplets beading on his chest.

  I made a soft noise and pushed him back into the room, leaning up to kiss him.

  Eric quickly took control, spinning us around so that I was back against the wall. He kissed me passionately, his tongue hot as it explored the inside of my mouth. I moaned, my fingers grasping at his hips and pulling him impossibly closer to me.

  Eric hummed and pulled back, smiling down at me. “How was your shopping?” he asked.

  “It was fine,” I said distractedly, leaning forward and chasing one of those water droplets with my tongue. When I looked up at Eric through my eyelashes, his expression had gone desirous.

  “I think you said something about helping you out of these clothes,” he suggested.

  “I did,” I said breathlessly. “I was going to suggest that we share a shower as well, but it looks like you already beat me to that.”

  “I could get dirty again,” Eric said, letting the towel drop from around his waist. He was already impressively hard, and he gave his prick a few firm tugs, making it swell even more. I stared breathlessly at him and then dropped to my knees, putting my mouth on him without a moment's hesitation.

  Eric groaned. “Definitely not what I was thinking, but no complaints,” he said, already sounding strained and needy.

  I hummed and began to bob my head, using one hand to cover the parts that I couldn't reach with my mouth and fondled his balls with the other hand. He began to move with me, just little thrusts, almost as though he couldn't help it.

  “I'm already pretty close,” he warned. “I couldn't stop thinking about you, just waiting for you to get back. I wished that I had gone with you so that I could have you in one of the changing rooms.”

  I moaned, moving in earnest, needing him to come. I sucked as hard as I could, using every trick that I knew to turn him on.

  He came abruptly, spilling into my mouth, and I swallowed without a thought. When I pulled away, Eric ran his fingers through my hair, looking dazed. Then, he shook himself slightly and reached down to tug me to my feet.

  He slowly began to remove my clothing, kissing each bit of skin as it was revealed, until I felt flushed with the warmth of his lips. “Come on,” he murmured against my shoulder as the last of my clothing dropped to the floor.

  He led me into the bathroom, turning on the water and testing the temperature. While we waited for it to warm up, he pressed me up against the sink, kissing me again. It was heady and intoxicating, and I could feel my body responding to him. I whimpered as his fingers trailed dangerously close to my pussy and then skittered away again.

  “Please, don't tease me,” I begged.

  He smiled at that and gave me a quick kiss. “All right,” he agreed, steering me into the water, which was just the perfect temperature.

  His hands glided across my skin, and for a moment, he seemed lost in rapture, just staring at me. “God, you're beautiful,” he told me.

  I smiled shyly at him, leaning in for another kiss. With the water cascading over us, the kiss was slick, and there was only a little friction as we ran our hands over one another's bodies. I trembled in his arms, melting against him.

  After a moment, he pulled away and turned me around, nudging me into place. I bent over, giving him access to my hole, access which he immediately took advantage of, pressing inside me. My soft moan echoed in the small cube, and Eric chuckled in response, his hands sliding across my curves.

  “Fuck,” he groaned as I shifted my hips, pressing back against him. He began to move, rocking back and forth, and I about lost it even at that.

  “Don't stop,” I whimpered, feeling him start to slow down.

  “I'm close,” he groaned, holding my hips still for a moment so that I couldn't move against him. I could feel his member twitching inside me, and something about the situation amused me.

  I giggled. “You just came,” I reminded him. I wriggled a little, trying anything I could to get him to keep going.

  “I can't help it,” he said. “This feels good.”

  “It does,” I agreed. It was warm and intimate, and the water cascaded around us lubricated every movement we made. In fact, I could already feel that I was close as well, my muscles already beginning to clench around me.

  As he started moving again, it caught me by surprise, and I whimpered, my hole fluttering desperately.

  “That's it, baby,” he groaned. “Cum for me, just like that.”

  I was helpless to stop it, my orgasm charging through me. I nearly lost my footing on the slippery floor, but Eric was there to steady me, his fingers holding my hips in place, supporting me just when I needed it the most.

  Just like he always did.

  I smiled at the thought, reveling in the feeling of him spilling inside of me again. “Fuck,” he groaned as he pulled out.

  I straightened up and turned into his arms, letting him just hold me for a long moment. “We're going to be late for dinner if we don't get a move on,” I sighed.

  Eric sighed as well, but he took a step back, reaching for a loofah and squirting some body gel onto it. “Let me wash you,” he said, already reaching out to scrub the coarse material over my skin. I shivered a little, just watching him move the thing slowly across my body, raising goosebumps across my skin in the process.

  When he had lathered me up, he began to rinse off the suds, directing the spray carefully. He reached the nook between my legs and directed the spray onto my clit, and I gasp, feeling a tug in my core. Eric raised an eyebrow at me, and I could tell that he was cataloging that reaction, saving it for some other time. For now, though, we needed to get ready for dinner, and he regretfully reached around me to shut off the spray.

  Then, he kissed me one more time, before opening the door and stepping out onto the bathmat. He grabbed two towels and handed one of them to me, his gaze still heated as it traced my body.

  I blushed and went out to the hall to grab the bag containing my dress and the pretty lingerie that I'd bought to go beneath it. “If you don't stop staring at me like that, we're never going to make it to dinner,” I told him.

  “I'm starting to regret having made that reservation now,” he commented.

  My stomach rumbled loudly, and we both laughed. “Apparently the baby isn't regretting it,” I said.

  “Anne,” Eric said softly, spinning me so that my back was to him and we were looking at ourselves in the full-length mirror. I had to admit, we looked good like that, as a couple. We looked like we belonged together.

  And it was starting to feel as though we belonged together as well.

  I stepped away from him and pushed at his shoulder. “Go on, get out of here and let a woman get dressed,” I said. “No peeking.”

  Eric sighed but smiled at me, giving me a peck on the cheek before stepping out of the steamy bathroom, shutting the door as he went.

  I locked it behind him and pulled on the lacy red slip and panties. Then, I pulled the dress over the top of it. The dress was low-cut in the back, nearly all the way down to my tattoo, but the slip was as well. I'd been careful to make sure that the dress fully covered the slip so that Eric wouldn't know about it until he stripped the dress off me later that evening.

  It was still early enough in our relationship that I didn't feel like I needed to wear sexy lingerie for him. As evidenced by this encounter, he was still interested in me in whatever way he could get me. But all the same, this evening felt special. Who knew how many nights like this we would have, especially not once the baby came along. I wanted to take advantage of it while I still could.

  I smiled at myself in the mirror and then reached over to unlock and open the door as I started to blow dry my hair. Eric came to the doorway of the bathroom, leaning against it as he watched me. When I f
inished, he stepped inside.

  I giggled as he trailed his fingers down my bare back and rested his hand against the curve of my behind. “Stop that,” I said. “Or else I'm never going to finish getting ready, and we're never going to make our reservation.”

  “Maybe I don't care,” Eric said, his eyes challenging mine, where they met in the mirror. “Maybe we should just stay in and order room service.”

  I hummed as his arms looped around me, his hands resting on my stomach. “That does sound nice,” I admitted.

  “Then again,” he said slowly, his eyes still transfixed on mine. “I suppose that if I take you out to dinner, I get to show you off to everyone in the city. Let them all see how beautiful you are. Have I mentioned that that dress looks absolutely stunning on you?”

  I blushed and ducked my head. “Thanks,” I said. “I'm glad you like it.”

  “Like it?” Eric asked incredulously. He spun me around to face him and kissed me soundly, making sure I knew exactly how much he 'liked' it. I could feel his member digging into my thigh, not at full hardness yet but definitely trying to get there.

  The fact that he wanted me so badly hit me like a sack of bricks, and I couldn't help smiling breathlessly up at him. “You don't look so bad yourself,” I said, tugging playfully at his tie.

  “What's this?” Eric asked suddenly, tapping the iconic pink tag that had fallen out of the bag that had held the dress, probably accidentally blown by the hair dryer. “Nothing,” I said, blushing and shoving the bag away.

  Eric groaned. “You've just made it impossible for me to focus on anything but you for the rest of the evening,” he said. “Not that I was doing a very good job of that anyway.”

  I grinned at him. “Well, let's go to dinner then,” I said. “The sooner we eat, the sooner we can be back here.”

  Eric grinned. “I like that logic,” he said, nodding at me. He linked his fingers with mine and tugged me out of the suite.

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Eric

  I watched Olivia's face as I led her into the restaurant. It was one of the fanciest places in Chicago, and I hoped she was okay with that. She looked positively amazing in that black evening dress of hers, and the way it played low around her breasts and the small of her back turned me on.

  Almost as much as the flash of red lace that I'd caught peeking out at one point during the walk to the elevator.

  I grinned, mind already going wild as I imagined what the night might hold. But I knew that when I finally got to strip her down, it was going to be better than any fantasy I could possibly come up with. The fact remained that she was the sexiest woman I had ever met. I could hardly wait to see her spread out on the bed beneath me, at the end of the night.

  But first, I wanted to have a nice meal with her.

  “Eric, this place is incredible,” Olivia said quietly as her eyes scanned the place. She gave a small laugh. “I hate to say it, but I'm glad we didn't stay in and get room service.”

  I grinned at her and gestured for her to lead the way to our table behind the maître d'.

  “God, everything on this menu looks good,” she said when we had been seated.

  “If I can interest you in our wine menu as well,” the man said, holding that out to her.

  Olivia looked surprised and then shook her head. “I'm not drinking,” she said, sounding regretful.

  The maître d' raised an eyebrow at her, no doubt sussing out the reason for it, but tactfully retreated, murmuring that someone would be along to take our orders shortly.

  “I'll have to take you back here once the baby's out,” I promised her. “But for tonight, we can stick to water. Or I can see if they can rustle up some sparkling grape juice.”

  “You don't have to do that,” Olivia said shyly. “Take me back here, I mean. You don't have to worry about sparkling grape juice, either. I'll just stick with water. I'm probably a little dehydrated after walking around all day, anyway.”

  “I want to take you back here,” I said simply. “Especially if you keep dressing like that.”

  Olivia gave me a small smile, but she looked almost worried. “You realize I'm probably not going to look this good in a sexy dress after I have the baby,” she said. “Besides, I'm sure we'll have our hands full once she's here. What with two little ones at home.”

  “You're always going to look sexy to me, even if you had hips a mile wide and work a burlap sack,” I told her, winking. “As for having our hands full, sure we will,” I agreed. “But we can get a sitter, eventually at least. I'll have to take you out on your birthday if nothing else.”

  Olivia smiled over at me. “Well, if you insist,” she said.

  Olivia ordered an Alfredo dish, and I got chicken parmesan. It didn't take long before our food came out, and I was impressed at how tasty it looked. Good portion sizes too, despite this being a fancy restaurant. We both tucked into our dishes as soon as they arrived, and the look on Olivia's face after her first bite was pure bliss. “My God, I'm going to gain a hundred pounds during this pregnancy if you keep feeding me like this!”

  “I'll still love you even if you do,” I said magnanimously, and she giggled, whacking me with her napkin.

  “You'd better,” she said. “Since it's your fault that I'm in this situation to begin with.”

  “It takes two to tango,” I reminded her with a smirk.

  “Is that what they're telling you in med school these days?”

  I snorted but didn't respond. “Want to try my chicken?” I asked her.

  Olivia nodded, and I cut off a bite, leaning across the table and letting her eat it straight off my fork. Her eyes sparkled heatedly as she stared at me. “Mm, that's good,” she said, her voice gone slightly husky.

  I grinned, pleased with that little victory. With the mystery lingerie beneath that dress, it had been starting to feel like she had the upper hand. Not that I minded, but it felt good to level the playing field a little.

  We both cleared our plates, and then I held out the dessert menu to her. “I'm too stuffed to eat a dessert on my own, but I could take a few bites of yours, if you'll let me,” I told her.

  “How does chocolate fudge brownie sound?” Olivia asked.

  “Positively sinful,” I said. “But then again, this whole night is about indulging you.”

  Olivia smiled as I put in the order. “Thank you for bringing me here,” she said as the waiter retreated to the kitchen. “You make me feel special, you know.”

  “Good,” I said warmly. “You deserve to feel special.”

  Olivia got a soft, glowing smile on her face, and that alone made it worth bringing her here. I wish I had a camera, so that I could capture that look forever, or that I had some way of bottling it up and saving it for another time. But then again, I supposed I'd just have to spend the rest of my life trying to get her to smile like that again.

  And I did mean the rest of my life. I tapped my left pants pocket, thinking of what I had in there. Soon, it would be time to show her just how much I wanted to make her feel special.

  “So you know,” I said to her as I took a bite of the brownie. “I didn't bring you here solely to spoil you. I mean, it might look that way, but it’s not the truth. There’s more to the moment than what you’re thinking there is.”

  “Oh really?” Olivia asked. She looked confused, and her fork hovered between the dessert plate and her mouth, forgotten. I could tell that she was nervous, and I wondered what she thought I was about to say. She couldn't possibly think that I had taken her out on a nice date like this just to dump her, could she?

  “Well, it's mostly for that reason,” I told her. “But I just wanted you to know how important you are to me. How I don't need there to be an occasion for me to show you how much I love you and how much I want to show you off to this whole city.” I chewed thoughtfully. “Of course, getting to hear the baby's heartbeat today is something to celebrate, though.”

  Olivia giggled. “You don't have to take me t
o places like this and show me off,” she said. “I would have been perfectly happy to stay in a grungy motel room watching bad sitcoms tonight if it meant that I got to spend time with you.”

  “I know you would have been happy with that,” I said patiently. “But you deserve the world. And then some. I want to be the man who gives that to you. It’s all I want, baby. Don’t deny me.”

  I reached into my pocket, taking a deep breath as I did so. Then, as I pulled out the small box that I had carefully put in there, I knelt down next to our table. “Olivia Sable, I hope you know how much you mean to me. And I only hope that I continue to prove myself worthy of your affection. There's no one else that I would rather spend the rest of my life with than you, and I hate the thought of ever being parted from you again. Nor do I ever want to do anything that would cause your trust in me to waiver. So I hope you'll do me the honor of being my wife and letting me love you for the rest of our lives.”

  Olivia started to cry, her hands creeping up to cover her mouth. She looked shocked by my question, and I gave myself a mental pat on the back for orchestrating things so well. Picking up the ring had been my task for the afternoon when I'd sent her out shopping. I'd banked on the fact that she would be so caught up in her activity that she wouldn't think twice about what it was that I had done with my afternoon.

  Sure enough, it seemed to have worked. Thank God. I was rather unsure for a few moments as I watched her. My eyes widened as my heart sped up. Surely she was going to say yes. She had to.

  “Yes,” she finally managed to blurt out. “Yes, Eric. A thousand times, yes.”

  I smiled at her and slid the ring onto her finger, noting how perfectly it fit, despite the fact that I'd had to guess at her size. The whole restaurant started to applaud as I got to my feet and swept Olivia up into my arms. We kissed passionately, my fingers skimming across her back as we did so.

  “I love you,” I told her as we broke apart.