Baby Makes Three: A Brother's Best Friend's Secret Baby Romance

by Nicole Elliot

  After all, a little butter on a steaming hot croissant never hurt anyone anyway.

  I threw the door open and started rummaging around in my pocket for the money for the delivery man, but when I looked up, I dropped all the money I had in my hand to the floor.

  It wasn’t the fucking delivery man.

  It was Flynn.

  He was standing there with my food in his hand, and when he held up the bag, I slowly stepped off to the side. He walked into my apartment with a suitcase in one hand and my food in the other, but when I shut the door, I felt his hands on my hips. I whipped around and felt his lips crash onto mine, and the only thing I could do was run my fingers through his hair. Never in my life did I ever think Flynn would ever leave the state of Oklahoma, much less find himself in Paris, but the moment his lips descended onto mine I knew exactly why I’d kissed him in that airport and left with things in the air.

  Because I loved him, and I wanted any part of him I could get.

  “You are the only one for me, Chelsea,” he rumbled into my lips. I pulled back and set my feet back onto the ground, and when my eyes focused back onto his face, he continued.

  “I don’t want anyone but you. Ever. And no matter what I have to do, where I have to go, or what I have to give up, I’ll do it. Chelsea, I’ll never keep you from your dream, but I can’t stay away from you any longer. I already lost you once because of that damn horse accident, and I’m not willing to lose you again.”

  “Wh-... but-... I-... Flynn! You’re in Paris! I didn’t even know you had a passport!”

  “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, woman,” he smirked. I wrapped my arms tightly around him, and he pulled me to his strong, broad chest, and the only thing I could do was smile and sigh deep into his body.

  “What in the hell are you gonna do in Paris, Flynn?” I whispered.

  “I’ll figure it out.”

  “And what about your animals!?” I breathed.

  “One call to my ranch hand, and it’s taken care of. Chelsea, don’t worry about me. I will find something to do. But, I can’t be apart from you. Not any longer. Not after this past month. Not after everything that happened. Everything we felt. Everything we admitted.”

  I felt my body beginning to tremble into his, and he swooped me off my feet without a second thought. He panned me around and found my bedroom door hanging open, and before I could even suggest the thought of food, I was being lowered onto my bed. The darkness of my apartment played well upon his sharp features, and the moment Flynn began to unbutton his shirt I scrambled to my knees and planted my hands onto his rippling muscles.

  His shirt dropped to the floor, and I leaned in to kiss his chest, and I could feel how hot his body was heating. He crawled onto the bed and knelt down in front of me, and his fingertips played at the hem of my shirt. I raised my arms and shivered in anticipation at what was to come, and when he reached around and freed my breasts from the confines of my bra, he latched his lips directly onto one of my swollen nipples as we both sunk into the bed.

  His mouth felt so good against my body, and his skin melted perfectly into mine, and when his lips trailed further and further down, I knew I was about to meet my demise. His hands made quick work of getting me out of my jean shorts, and he groaned when he realized I wasn’t wearing any underwear.

  “Such a naughty woman,” he murmured.

  He dipped between my legs and flung them over his shoulders, and when his tongue jutted out, he lapped a thick stripe up my slit that shook my body to its core. My hands gripped the sheets beside me as my bare body shook for Flynn, and when his tongue dipped itself into my core, I couldn’t help but call out into the room.

  “God, Flynn. Yes. Please. Like that. Right there.”

  I rolled my hips into his tongue, begging it to be in one specific place, but all he did was dance around it. My legs trembled and my back arched, and at one point in time, I started banging my fists in frustration on the bed.

  “Damn it, Flynn, come on,” I whined.

  But all he did was chuckle into my pussy.

  I dug my heels into his back and rocked my hips into his face. His stubble massaged me in all the right places, and his hands kept holding my hips to the floor. My swollen clit was throbbing with desperation, and his tongue kept skirting the outside of its folds, and when tears finally rose to my eyes, he had mercy on my soul.

  “Oh, Flynn. Yes,” I choked out.

  Tears ricocheted down the sides of my cheeks as his tongue flattened out on my clit, and that was all it took. My body threw itself over the edge while his tongue flicked and sucked at my pulsing nub, and when my back arched and my walls fluttered with my first orgasm, Flynn buried his face into my pussy and chased my second. His tongue drank up everything I had to offer and by clit bobbed and weaved under his assault, and when my body fell off the edge for my second orgasm, he pulled back and watched me writhe on top of my sheets in my bedroom in the middle of Paris.

  He stood up and got himself out of his pants, and when he sat up against the headboard, he reached over and slowly pulled me into his lap. My body was limp against his, and I could feel his thick dick pressed against my thigh, but when I slid myself forward and teased him with my dripping wet entrance, he popped right into me without a second thought.

  “Shit,” he bit. His teeth grazed the pulse point on my neck, and my hands flew into his thick head of hair, and when his sinewy arms wrapped me in their tight, protective hold, I slowly began to rock back and forth in his lap. His dick filled me in a way no other man had when I was younger, and it reminded me of why I’d never tried to find anyone who could fill me the way he could since them. He pressed up against all the right places and stretched me in ways I never thought possible, and when his hands dropped to my ass to help me roll into him, I bit down into the meat of his shoulder and heard him growl in my ear.

  “Holy fuck, Chelsea. You feel so good.”

  “I love you, Flynn,” I breathed into his skin.

  Before I knew it, I was rolled over onto my back. I was sprawled out on my bed, and my arms were clinging onto the meat of Flynn’s back, and when his eyes hooked onto mine, I swore I could see a glimmer of a tear brewing right behind them.

  “And I love you, too, Chelsea. So fucking much.”

  He rolled his hips into mine, and I locked my legs around his calves. I kept my eyes hooked onto his until he dipped his face into the crook of my neck, and I knew the moment he picked up his pace that I was done for. His hips slammed into mine, and his dick continuously filled me to the brim, and when his balls began to smack against the crack of my ass, I laid my teeth into his neck.

  I moaned, and I whimpered into his skin as his dick grew thicker inside of me, and when I felt myself on the brink of bursting Flynn reared up and threw my legs over his shoulders.

  “Oh, fuck! Flynn. Yes! Right there! Holy… Shit!”

  My back arched and my fingernails dug into his thighs, and my pussy began to clench down onto Flynn and milk him for all he was worth. My body shook in his wake while his hips continued their endless assault, and when he finally plowed one last time into my body and stilled himself, I could feel him pumping his essence deep into the pits of my body. I shook with each throb his dick pulsed as I heaved to catch my breath, and when Flynn’s body dropped down onto mine, I wrapped my arms and legs around him to get him as close as I could get him.

  “Don’t leave,” I whispered. “Please, don’t leave.”

  “I had no intention of doing anything of the sort,” Flynn panted into my ear.

  “I’ll do anything. Just don’t leave me, please.”

  Tears crested my eyes, and I cried lightly into the crook of his neck, and when I felt him slowly slide out of me, our juices soaked up into the sheets underneath my body. He pulled me close to him, cradling me in his arms, and when he finally got my comforter up and over our bodies, my crying had already stopped.

  “You don’t have to do anything but be the wonderful woma
n I fell in love with,” he whispered.

  And my eyes fluttered shut as the warmth and protection of his body lulled me off to sleep.

  Chapter 21: Chelsea

  Flynn and I toasted a celebration to him being in Paris for two months. It started off rocky, with me going into work and him not knowing what the fuck to do around the apartment, but ultimately it worked out for the better. I’d made reservations at a restaurant that wasn’t afraid to cook with grease and Flynn really enjoyed the steak they made there. He enjoyed it when the waiter came out with half of the cheese wheel and melted cheese right on top of the steak. Turned out he liked French food.

  “To two months in Paris!” I smiled.

  “Here here!” Flynn exclaimed.

  We clinked our wine glasses, but I didn’t drink, over the luscious food sitting in front of us, and then we began to devour it. Flynn had found an actual rodeo that took place just outside of the city, and he started riding again. He entered himself as a newbie into some of the competitions, but then one of the regular riders recognized him and put him straight into the professional circuit. He traveled a bit with them around the country, but mostly he stayed just outside of Paris. He rode when he could and, when the rodeo wasn’t in town, he was hired as a contractor to help train other riders and help with other people’s ranches.

  He had found his niche, and it wasn’t too far off from what he was doing back in Oklahoma.

  “Has Bradley called you lately?” I asked nervously.

  “Oh, yep. He called me a couple days ago. Says the calves are doing just fine and growing faster than he can keep up.”

  “That’s good. That’s so good, Flynn.”

  “I’m thinkin’ ‘bout takin’ a trip out there soon just to check up on things.”

  “I think that would be a good idea. You could stay for a week or two and give Bradley a break.”

  “I don’t know if I’d wanna stay that long…” he trailed off.

  “Well, I’ll come with ya if it helps,” I smiled.

  Flynn had put his ranch hand on full-time duty, and Bradley checked in every once in a while, to see how things were going. Flynn had traveled back once since he’d arrived in Paris and when he came back, I could tell he had missed me. We stayed up that entire night feeding each other food and making love to one another on my couch, and when I’d woken up that morning he wouldn’t even let me go take a damn shower!

  So, I knew that me going with him would help him to actually go back and check on things.

  “I think I’d like that,” Flynn smirked.

  “I know,” I winked.

  Flynn and I had also moved out of the heart of the city. It was a massive transition for me, but because Flynn was determined to learn how to drive and have a car of his own, transportation was no longer an issue. I still took the busses and trains into town, but he was now able to get around on his own. I knew he liked the freedom.,

  I came home one day to see all our things packed in the one truck he found in all of Paris, and I had no fucking clue what was up to his sleeve. He just told me he had a surprise for me, and when I looked up at my apartment, I could see other people already moving into it.

  I jumped into his truck, fuming at the idea that he’d subleased my apartment without telling me about it, but when we hit the outskirts of the city, and the hills began to roll, I felt sort of like I was at home. My eyes darted along the wineries and vineyards, and beautiful sprawling French mansions peppered the roads we were traveling down, and when we took a sharp right and hit a gravel driveway, all the memories from the past few years came barreling back to my mind.

  College. Flynn. His encouragement throughout my college years. The summer horse camps I helped with. Flynn’s home. The horse accident. How he cared for me. The first time I told him I loved him. The way he looked at the airport as I was leaving.

  It all came flooding back, but tears crested my eyes when the beautiful home that was sitting at the end of it came into view.

  “Oh my God,” I breathed.

  “It still needs some work, but that’s sort of what I do,” Flynn smiled.

  “Holy shi-... this is ours!?” I shrieked.

  “Yep. Closed on it today. I was lucky to find a sub-lease that was lookin’ for a place quick.”

  I slammed myself out of his truck and went running to the porch, and when I saw the beautiful rocking chairs over in the corner, I felt my tears streaming down my face.

  And then, I heard whinnying in the background.

  “Flynn…?” I asked.

  “Come on,” he smiled.

  I ran and took his hand, and he led me around back, and when the backyard came into view, I was absolutely stunned. Three horses were in the field with two different foals, and five bulls were over in another part of the yard altogether. Hills upon hills sprawled out in the background, and there was a silver barn way off in the distance.

  “That’s the heifer barn. There’s seven of ‘em in there. And don’t worry, I plan to ride the horses out to it until I can get me a four-wheeler or somethin’.”

  “Flynn! I breathed.

  Apparently, one of the people he ran into at the rodeo owned this farm at one point, but were actually switching their profession and looking to sell. He’d injured himself pretty badly and was losing money bringing in people to take care of the animals he trained and took after they were retired from the rodeo circuit, and that shit was right up Flynn’s alley. The price he quoted included all the animals, and Flynn simply couldn’t turn it down.

  Not when there were animals involved.

  “I’m sorry, I’m just still in shock with the house,” I said after I swallowed a massive bite.

  “I know, but I think I got somethin’ that’ll trump it,” Flynn smirked.

  “Jesus, Flynn. I can’t handle anything else. Can’t ya just let a woman’s heart rest a bit?” I asked, fidgeting with the tablecloth.

  “Not a chance,” he murmured.

  I giggled and took a drink of my water, and when I turned my head back around to him, there was a little box in his hand. I froze, feeling my entire body lock up with shock, and when I slowly panned my eyes up to his face, he clicked the box open and showed me what was inside.

  It was a beautiful diamond ring glistening in the dim light of the restaurant, and everyone around us had stilled to watch and listen.

  “Chelsea August, you are, single-handedly, the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Ya make me feel at home in a city that I shouldn’t belong in, ya warm my body at night after I’ve been fightin’ with them damn bulls, and watchin’ you do what you love day in and day out lets me know I pushed you to do the right thing in college.”

  Tears of joy trickled down my cheeks as my gaze slowly rose to his.

  “When your mama called me that day, I thought I’d lost you. I thought that I’d never get a chance to ever tell you I loved you again, or hold you close to me and kiss those sweet lips of yours, or even cuddle you into my side while we watched a movie. I saw all them memories slip away from me, and it made me sick.”

  I heard sniffling around us while tears glistened in Flynn’s eyes, and I couldn’t help but wrap my small hands around his wrists that were suspended with the ring in midair.

  “I prayed to God that night that if He pulled you outta this… if you came back to me… I’d do all the things I never thought I’d get to do with you ever again. I’d take you on adventures, and I’d kiss your lips at night, and I’d hunker down behind you just to make sure you were safe every single time you slept.”

  “Oh, Flynn,” I choked out.

  “Chelsea August, I love every single part of you. I have since I was 19, and I will until I’m 109. Will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

  The entire restaurant fell under a hushed state, and a smile bloomed deep across my cheeks. My body was shaking, and my legs were trembling, but when I shot myself into Flynn’s lap and crashed my lips onto his, the entire restaurant erupted into che
ers and chants of congratulations.

  “Yes, Flynn,” I whispered into his lips, “I will marry you and together we’ll make a beautiful family.”

  He took that beautiful ring out of the box and slid it onto my finger. “A family?” He asked, eyes hopeful.

  I laughed, “Yeah, that last appointment was more than I bargained for with the doctor. We’re having a baby! I guess we both had big news tonight.”

  He kissed my lips and then all over my face. I relished in his touch, my eyes wet even though I was laughing.

  He stood up and announced to the whole place, “I’m going to be a father!”

  Everyone applauded and that’s when something was set on our table.

  “Courtesy of the owner,” the waiter nodded. “Toutes nos félicitations.”

  And when we opened up the little envelope, it was a note that simply read, “On The House.”

  “I love you, Flynn,” I smiled through my tears.

  “And I love you, Chelsea,” he smiled back.

  Thank you SO MUCH for reading Back in the Saddle, my first standalone book!

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  Ellie

  Fighting Desire

  By Nicole Elliot

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  ONE

  DILLON

  “Dillon, you’re up!”

  I looked down at my bloodied hands and wrapped them tighter with the fabric that was once white. I’d busted through at least three knuckles on my left hand and one on my right. I couldn’t understand why they had wanted me to fight again. I’d already been in the ring today. I didn’t need any more practice.

  “Leo, I’m good. I don’t want to bust my shoulder again before the fight tonight.”