Her Cowboy Daddies: A Secret Baby Ranch Western Cowboy Romance

by Crowne, K. C.

  I was full on both ends, and I could tell by the grunts from the men that they were ready to blow.

  “Come on, boys,” I moaned, taking my mouth off Travis’s cock for a moment. “Come for me.”

  “You first,” Adam growled.

  I smiled, eager to accept. I pulled Travis’ cock into my mouth and kept sucking, another orgasm building and building until it finally exploded through me. Travis came at the same time, his thick cock pulsing in my mouth, his seed leaking down my throat. I swallowed it all quickly, eager to please but also to avoid the taste.

  Adam was next, pushing into me and grabbing my ass hard before draining himself deep inside me right as the last traces of my second orgasm faded. I swallowed the last bits of Travis as Adam finished, his cock throbbing as my walls gripped him tight.

  Together, we slowed. I collapsed forward onto Travis’s lap, curling up. Adam fell onto the bed next to us. Together, we were one big pile of sweat and afterglow.

  I couldn’t believe it. My fantasy had come true. But as soon as we were done, exhaustion began to set in. My head on Travis’s thigh, I closed my eyes and was soon asleep.

  What the next day would bring, I could only guess.

  Travis

  The first thing I was aware of the next morning was the hangover. Shit was like the mother of all construction sites right behind my eyes, TNT and all. I let out a low moan as I rolled over in bed, letting my hand drop onto my forehead like I was taking my damn temperature.

  Second thing I noticed was I wasn’t in my bed. Third thing was who was there with me.

  Fucking hell. Over to my right was the slender, naked body of Skye. She slept softly, the covers pulled up just below her tits, giving me a full view. My cock stood at attention, the little fucker not giving a shit about anything but the smoking hot girl next to me.

  Adam was there too. And he was just as naked as Skye and me. Thankfully he was fully covered by the bedsheets.

  As the events of the previous evening filled my pained brain, I frowned. “Motherfucker.” I said the word under my breath.

  I’d done it. I’d screwed my new employee with my best fucking friend. Afterward, the three of us got nice and cozy, piling into Skye’s bed and sleeping comfortably like we’d done it a million times.

  I rolled over and planted my feet on the floor, using what little strength I had to stand up and stagger to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water. I drained it and poured another, the low light of morning pouring in through the cheap blinds and making my headache even worse.

  “Um…good morning.”

  I glanced in the direction of the voice. It was Skye, her eyes sleepy, and the sheets pulled up to her neck. I turned my head and grimaced before saying, “Mornin’.”

  Adam let out a ripping snore, still asleep. Silence passed and neither of us sure what to do or say. I was still naked as the day I was born, but I didn’t care. The girl had already seen all there was to see last night. But Skye fumbled around on the floor, grabbing a pair of sleeping shorts and pulling them over her legs. I spotted a sweatshirt draped over the back of one of the kitchen chairs and tossed it to her.

  “You feelin’ alright?” she asked, her voice soft and sweet.

  “Uh, what’re you referin’ to, exactly?” I asked. “The hangover? I’ve had worse.”

  “Well,” she said. “There’s…the other thing, too.”

  I let out a dry laugh. “Sweetheart, I woke up two seconds ago. Haven’t exactly had time to process that shit.”

  She nodded and got out of bed, coming over to where I stood. Her steps were uncertain, the confidence she’d had last night replaced by something else, something I couldn’t put my damn finger on. Did she regret what had happened?

  “Coffee?”

  “Yeah, that sounds real good.”

  She brushed past me on the way to the coffeemaker, her scent drifting toward me. I hated to admit it, but the sight of her in the morning, her hair all mussed, and her legs looking fine in those shorts made me want round two before Adam woke up.

  Seconds later, she had the coffeemaker going, the scent waking me up and pushing the headache back a touch.

  “So,” she said. “You wanna talk about it now or later?”

  I laughed. “Gettin’ right to it, huh?”

  She shrugged. “Might as well. Unless you’d rather talk about it during my lunch break on Monday.” Skye smiled, looking unsure and making me keenly aware of the other little matter – that I’d done the one thing a boss wasn’t supposed to do with an employee.

  “That ain’t gonna happen.” The color drained out of her face, and I quickly realized she must’ve thought that meant I was terminating her employment. “I mean, you still have the job, of course. But this” – I waved my hand around, referring to the events of last night – “this was a one-time thing.”

  She bit her bottom lip, nodding. “I mean, I figured that much.”

  “You figured right.”

  The coffeemaker percolated, the black liquid pooling at the bottom of the pitcher. It let out a sharp hiss, the noise loud enough to get Adam moving over in the bed.

  “Holy hell. My fuckin’ head.” He ran his hand through his blonde hair, sitting up and opening his eyes. He shot his gaze to Skye and me. He pressed his lips together before saying, “Oh yeah.”

  I glanced down, remembering I was still buck-ass naked. Skye beat me to it, grabbing my boxers and jeans. I hurriedly put them on as Adam rolled out of bed and did the same.

  “Alright,” he said. “We’re all here, and we’re all up. Might as well sort this shit out while it’s still fresh.”

  “Yeah,” Skye agreed. “Good idea.” She poured three cups of coffee and handed one to me.

  “What the hell’s there to talk about? We had a few drinks, got up to some shit last night, and well, whatever. Ain’t like it’s gonna happen again.”

  Adam strolled closer to us, his shirt slung over his shoulder. He cast a glance to me as he took his cup of coffee. “Speak for yourself,” he said, slipping his arm around Skye’s waist and pulling her close.

  I was stunned. “What?”

  Skye didn’t seem to understand either if her furrowed brow was any indication.

  “We had fun last night, didn’t we?” he asked her.

  “Yeah. It was nice. I mean, better than nice.”

  “Right. And if Travis wants to do the right thing and be the responsible boss, that’s his prerogative. But you and I don’t have any reason why we can’t have some fun every now and then.”

  Skye chewed her lower lip again, but this time not indecisively. Nope, the expression on her face made it clear she was more than okay with Adam's suggestion. A surge of something hot ran through my body. I didn’t like it.

  “You’re joking, right?” I asked.

  “Why not?” Adam asked, shrugging one shoulder. “I mean, what do you think Skye?”

  She considered it for a moment before answering. “Adam’s right. He’s not my boss, so the rules don’t apply.”

  It didn’t sit right with me. I wanted to get the hell out of there right. After a long pull of coffee, I plopped my mug down on the counter, some of the liquid sloshing out the side and burning down the side of my hand.

  “We’re goin’. Right now.”

  “Are you fuckin’ serious?” Adam asked, surprised. “It’s the weekend, Trav. We ain’t got anywhere to be.”

  I pointed at the two of them. “This shit’s ridiculous, and it’s not gonna happen again. Now, let’s get movin’.”

  “You don’t have to stay,” Adam said. “You drove, you can drive back. I’ll find my own way home.”

  The smile vanished from Skye’s face as the tension increased.

  “Quit bein’ a stubborn dumbass,” I said. “We’re both goin’ back to town.”

  “No, we ain’t doin’ anything.”

  Silence filled the air, the two of us staring one another down. Fuck of it was I knew he was right – no reaso
n he couldn’t stay there with Skye.

  No reason other than I didn’t like him having her all to himself.

  “Alright,” Skye said, raising her hands and stepping between us. “You boys clearly need to do some talkin’ about the whole thing. Why don’t you both head back into town and, I don’t know, maybe we can figure somethin’ out later.”

  Adam narrowed his eyes, not happy that the vibe had been ruined. “Fine,” he said. “I’ll be in touch, y’hear?”

  Skye allowed herself a small smile before standing up on her tiptoes and planting a quick kiss on Adam’s cheek. However hot my blood had been, that got it boiling. I grabbed my shit and threw it on before marching out of the apartment.

  “What the fuck was all that?” Adam called out from behind me as he shut the door. “You got a bug up your ass or somethin’?”

  I rushed down the stairs, not wanting to talk to Adam in the slightest.

  “Hey!” he said. He caught up with me and dropped his hand on my shoulder. I shrugged it off and kept moving. “You’re actin’ like a damn child,” he said. “Stop and talk to me.”

  “Talk?” I asked. “What the hell you wanna talk about?”

  “That shit you pulled back there,” he said, gesturing to her apartment. “Throwin’ a tantrum, sayin’ I’m not allowed to see Skye like you’re my damn daddy or some shit.”

  “You can do whatever you want. But it’s not a good idea for you to keep seein’ her.”

  The two of us walked side-by-side, heading back in the direction of Raw Hearts.

  “And why the hell not? You got a reason not to, but I don’t.”

  “Because…it’s not a good fuckin’ idea. Trust me on this.”

  He let out a laugh. “You can’t even think of some bullshit to toss out. Trav, I know what it is, and the fact that you don’t is a serious fuckin’ laugh.”

  “And what do you think it is, huh?”

  “Because you’re jealous.”

  Now it was my turn to laugh. “Jealous. You’re full of shit.”

  “Then what is it? You think our astrological signs don’t match? You don’t wanna see your bud get hurt?” He scoffed as we walked. “Nah – it ain’t any of that shit. You’re jealous that I can have her, and you can’t.”

  I let out a snort. “You kiddin’? I could have her if I wanted. Hell, I’ve got some very clear memories of havin’ her last night. Pretty sure you were there to see it.”

  The words hit me strangely as soon as they came out of my mouth. Thinking about what happened last night, how Adam and I had shared a girl. I’d never done anything like that before and still wasn’t sure how I felt about the whole thing.

  But I sure as shit wasn’t happy about Adam getting uppity about it.

  “Yeah, you had her last night when we were a little buzzed, still havin’ fun. But now that it’s the clear light of day, you gotta know that she’s off-limits. You’re her damn boss.”

  “Nah,” I said. “She’s off-limits to me, she’s off-limits to you.”

  Adam shot me a cock-eyed glare. “And how the hell do you figure that?”

  “You need me to spell it out for you?”

  “I’d love it if you spelled it out for me. Because from where I’m standin’, I can’t see a damn reason why I can’t hang out with a girl who’s clearly into me.”

  “What, you think she’s in love with you or some shit? Adam, you just met her last night. And more than that, I’m pretty damn sure she was only into you because it let her live out that crazy-ass fantasy she’d been walkin’ around with.” I was being petty and I knew it. But I didn’t care. The whole thing was rubbing me raw.

  He laughed mockingly. “And now you’re what, tryin’ to get me to think she’s not actually into me?”

  I didn’t know what I was trying to do, to be honest.

  “You know what I think it is, Trav?”

  “Aw, this oughta be good.”

  “What I think it is, is that you’re pissed that I can keep on seein’ her and you can’t.”

  He was speaking truth I didn’t want to hear, which pissed me off. Rational thought was hard when my head was hurting, but I forced myself to calm down. “You know what, I’m tired of talkin’ about this bullshit. I’ve got a headache that feels like a damn truck just ran me over. How about whatever thoughts you have on the matter you can keep inside. Sound good?”

  Adam narrowed his eyes at me, then he sighed and said, “Okay, we’re both feelin’ a little raw this mornin’. We can drop it for now.”

  We approached the truck, and I opened the driver’s door and looked at him. “Listen, man, it’s just fuckin’ weird. I’m not sure what to think right now.”

  Adam nodded, agreeing. Neither of us was happy about how this was shaping up, but we weren’t fighting at least.

  “Let’s table it for now,” he said. “We’ll figure it out like we’ve always figured life out. Right?”

  “Damn right.”

  Adam

  Took about an hour, along with some mega-doses of coffee and aspirin, before the hangover finally wore off. Unlike Travis, I didn’t have the luxury of relaxing on the weekend. I’d been lining up work at Atwater Ranch and needed that morning to head to the place and hammer out the details with the owner, Bryce.

  After I got back to my place and climbed into my truck, the bullshit from last night slammed into my thoughts. The entire situation was fucking crazy – no doubt about that. And I was damn sure I was right, even if Travis didn’t want to admit it. He was just jealous, which I understood, but he was her boss. I wasn’t.

  But the argument about it wasn’t sitting well with me. Sure, Travis and I had gotten into it more than a few times over the years. And a few of those fights had come to drunken blows every now and then. That was fine. Those kinds of fights always ended the same way, with us drunkenly wrestling around in the dirt outside some shitty bar, one of us winning and helping the other up and forgetting about the whole thing.

  There was something about this argument that ate at me. Sure, we’d put it away, but it would have to be discussed. Hell, I would’ve felt better if one of us had clocked the other across the jaw – a fight like that had a way of dumping water on bullshit.

  It took about thirty minutes to drive out to Atwater Ranch. The place was nice, a gorgeous little piece of property situated on a sloping hill. It wasn’t as nice as Rainbow Canyons, sure, but there weren’t many places around the area that were.

  I killed the engine to the truck and hopped out. A handful of ranch hands were on the property, doing chores here and there, some of them tending to the animals. A big, ranch-style house was in the center of the property, a few barns scattered here and there.

  I fired off a quick text to Bryce, letting him know I was there, but he didn’t answer me. The man had money, which was why I was happy to take the work, but the fucker could be unreliable. I leaned against my truck for a few minutes before realizing I would have to track his ass down.

  “Where’s the boss?” I called out to one of the ranch hands as I wandered onto the property. The man gave me a quizzical look, and I realized he probably didn’t speak English. “El Jefe,” I said, busting out my rough Spanish. “Dondre es?”

  The man’s eyes lit up with realization. “Jefe? Con los caballos.”

  I didn’t understand anything but “jefe” and “caballos,” and when he pointed to one of the barns, I realized what he meant. I tossed off a “gracias” before heading in the direction of the barn. The building was closed, and when I reached it, I raised my fist to knock on the door. Before I made impact, I heard the commotion of something going on inside.

  “Come on, you little shit. Can’t you cooperate for once in your damn life?”

  I stopped before I knocked, listening to what the hell was going on.

  “Come. On! Move your ass, damnit! Got a fucking busy day ahead, don’t have time for this shit!”

  I recognized the voice – no doubt it was Bryce. And whatever w
as going on in there, he wasn’t happy about it. The guy was Texan, but he had the crisp accent of the kind of guy who’d spent most of his upbringing in boarding schools and private colleges. A trust-fund kid to the core. Sounded more like he was from Maine or some shit than anywhere around these parts.

  “Fucking hell! Why the hell do you need to be so damn stubborn? Paid enough for you that you oughta jump when I tell you.”

  I couldn’t hold back my curiosity and opened the barn door just enough to see inside. Bryce was a tall, lanky guy with broad shoulders and a head of sun-blond hair that always seemed to be in the kind of perfect part you didn’t normally see on men who worked with their hands for a living. He was dressed in stuff that looked like standard cowboy gear, but it was clean and pressed, obviously expensive designer stuff. Hated to be too judgmental, but every time I saw him, he appeared to me more like a city slicker playing dress-up than a real cowboy.

  He stood next to a tall, well-built stallion, it's color an even cream. And he looked pissed. “Move. Your. Ass!” He made an angry circle around the animal, his eyes locked on it. “How many times I gotta tell you?”

  He didn’t seem to notice me because he was too focused on the horse. The creature didn’t seem to give a single shit about anything he was being told to do. Something about the situation didn’t sit well with me. I’d gotten frustrated with animals before, but there was real anger in his voice.

  “Move. Your. Ass!” he repeated. Then he pulled back his hand and struck the horse hard on the haunches. Not a closed-fist kind of thing, but a hard strike nonetheless.

  That shit wasn’t cool. Sure, you had to discipline animals every now and then, maybe give a horse the occasional whip with the riding crop. But the way he’d hit that beast wasn’t right. Nothing he was doing was straight-up animal cruelty, but it had the spirit of it.