Buck Me Cowboy: A Secret Baby Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  Maisie tilts her head back then and laughs before stroking my face with a soft hand.

  “It’s a hundred percent certain, Tyler,” she says softly, expression warm and loving. “We’re having a boy and a girl, fraternal twins. They’re healthy and happy, just waiting to come into the world.”

  And I fall to my knees then, pressing my head reverently against that huge, swollen tummy. Oh god, my children are in here. Maisie’s given me the best gift of all, and I almost threw it away. Like a dumb fuck, I was carried away by my brothers’ schemes, by blind, greedy ambition. But instead, I’ve learned that there are much more important things to life, like love, happiness, truth and joy.

  And I owe it all to my best girl. Emotions squeezing my throat closed, I kiss her tummy fervently, worshiping that round mound.

  “I want the two of them to know,” I manage on a choked breath, “that their daddy loves their mommy so much that he was able to make two babies in one go. That’s how much he loves her.”

  Maisie goes still for a moment, but then her soft hand strokes through my hair, tender and slow.

  “Yes Tyler,” she says. “And we will work it out. I know we will. For the sake of our children, we’ll make things happen. You and me, plus the two babies, we’re a family now.”

  I rest my forehead against that big belly again, silently thanking my lucky stars. Because it almost didn’t happen. All this almost slipped through my fingers.

  Because I’ve made mistakes. There are some big ones out there that are my fault alone, and Maisie didn’t deserve it. The beautiful brunette didn’t deserve the lies, and the truth of the matter is that there’s no excuse. I’m a grown man and I don’t need to hide behind “but this” and “but that.” I take full responsibility for my actions.

  But what’s done is done, and I can only use the future to atone. Because I want to make it up to her. Every word that I’ve spoken is true, and Maisie is my one and only now. Fuck my brothers. Fuck their dreams of taking over the world, of driving small farmers out of business. That’s not the way to a happy life, and they’ll never succeed, in business or elsewhere.

  Because I’ve learned my lesson. After the narrowest of escapes, I made it out alive. Sure, we began under a shadow of misconceptions. My sweet female thought I was an injured ranch hand, alone and dying in her barn. Little did she know that I’m a member of the family next door, rich as fuck and ruthless as shit.

  But I won’t do it anymore. I won’t be that cunning, lying manipulator. I won’t let the darkness and sin overtake me, I won’t let my brothers sow evil into the world. It’s gotta end, somewhere, somehow, and I’m ready to say that the buck stops here, right now.

  So taking a deep breath, I kiss Maisie’s belly reverently again, big hands skimming over her roundness before dipping down and sliding through those nether lips, swollen and puffy as always. Shit, she’s wet, even juicier than I remember, and immediately my dick jerks, spurting a bit.

  Plus, it seems that the little girl wants it too.

  “Oh!” my wife cries, tilting her perfect profile back, eyes already falling shut. “Oh god, Tyler!”

  And I grunt, pleased. All’s right with the world, or at least all will be. My name is on her lips, her name is on mine, and we’ll forge a path together. Because sure we’ve messed up, we’ve fucked up in this crazy cowboy game. But there are no games anymore. This is real life … and a real love for the ages.

  EPILOGUE

  Maisie

  One year later …

  “Oh God,” I moan as Tyler pushes further into me.

  “Maisie, baby” he groans while rocking his hips forward.

  But then the white handheld monitor beeps, and I look over to the nightstand to see Harlow struggling to stand in her crib. Even worse, her brother Mason is waking up too, beginning to mewl and cry, waving his fists frantically in the air.

  Moving quickly, I pull back, letting his giant cock slip out, glistening and hard under the light.

  “Aw fuck,” Tyler moans, his face a mask of agony and ecstasy. “Fuck fuck fuck! Damn those kids!”

  I frown at him, hurriedly tying a silk robe around my waist.

  “Don’t say that,” I scold. “If it weren’t for the twins, we might not even be together now. It was Harlow and Mason who made me come back, who forced me to find you again. You know that.”

  And grunting, Tyler fists that massive cock, eyes fixed on the dark shadow between my giant tits.

  “You’re right,” he growls, still hard as fuck. “We’ve got Thing One and Thing Two to thank, otherwise you might still be in Colorado, and I’d be here, wasting away. So go,” he rasps. “Go see what those babies want before I stuff this back in your sweet cunt.”

  And I shoot a loving smile at him then.

  “Will do, lover boy,” is my sweet purr. “Will do, don’t you worry.”

  Turning, I sashay down the hall, adding a sassy flip to my hips. Because our life has changed dramatically. Before, I was the lonely cowgirl, a teenager trying to run a homestead on my own. I milked the cows, I tended the vegetable garden, I did everything, working my fingers to the bone.

  But now it’s all different. The Double H is thriving under the trained eye of my husband. Tyler knows exactly how to get this place to hum, and the crop’s never been so bountiful, our harvest double what it was last year.

  And even more, all of it’s mine. Tyler told his brothers that we’ll never sell. We’ll never merge the Double H into his family empire, so for now, we’re an island paradise among the large industrial enterprise surrounding us on all sides.

  But life is unpredictable. Because after Tyler’s nasty spat, we thought for sure he’d be ex-communicated from his family. My husband would be the outsider, the black sheep who was good for nothing, siding with his wife instead of the family interests. We were prepared to never see them again, and the pain was great. After all, family is family, for better or worse, and those are his blood kin.

  But Tyler wouldn’t let it get me down.

  “It’s not a big deal,” he growled, stroking my giant belly. “We’ve got new kin now, these two little tykes.”

  I grabbed that big hand in mine.

  “Are you sure Tyler? I’ve caused so much trouble in your family, so much strife. Are you sure you’re okay with never seeing them again? And losing your inheritance?”

  The look in his eyes was fierce.

  “I’d give it all up for you,” he growled roughly. “You know that. I almost lost it all once before, and I’ll never do that again.”

  I sighed, bowing my head, covering his hand with my own. Life is filled with difficult choices, and my husband made the decision to leave his family on account of me.

  But lo and behold, things turn out different than you expect. Because Tyler’s dad died recently, and left the entire outfit to him. That’s right. My husband is now CEO and sole owner of the Lazy Q, with absolute discretion to do what he likes.

  It’s been a change for sure. We still live on my cozy homestead, but Tyler’s now in charge of millions of acres of land, with the fate of thousands of employees in his hands. He gets up in the morning, focused and rarin’ to go, but when he comes home at night, he’s still my alpha, the man who makes me happy.

  So I prance down the hall, humming to myself, thighs sticky with our loving. Oh yeah, I can’t wait to get back into bed, to push myself onto his huge dick, maybe even offer my ass this time.

  Because we won’t be having too much pussy sex for much longer. That’s right, I’m pregnant again. Even though the twins are barely even a year old, I’m already ripe and round, lush and heavy with a third child. After all, I’m twenty and fertile, and Tyler and I have never used protection. My man’s never liked rubbers, and I’m fine with that. The thought of that virile seed in me, doing its business? Yum, there could be nothing better.

  So yeah, maybe after I’m done breastfeeding, I’ll crawl into bed with my man, loving and warm. Maybe I’ll wake him up with some
hot BJ, or even better, get him stiff and hard before pushing my ass down on that giant fuckpole, stretching out my dusky star. Because I need it, just as much as him, and why not? A little anal loving is just the thing, dirty yet oh-so-satisfying.

  So yes, this is my life now. Can you believe it? Me, Maisie Jones, who not so long ago was alone and scared, living by herself on the Double H, is now gonna be a mom to three children, with a handsome alpha by my side. We almost lost it all because of lies and deceit, but that’s all over … and there’s only peace and happiness in the future now.

  THE END

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  ~A Secret Baby Romance~

  © 2017

  By Cassandra Dee

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  DELETED SCENE 1

  Maisie

  Did I mention I’m pregnant again? After giving birth to the twins, it was a hectic ride. Wild. Anyone who’s ever had a newborn in the house knows that life’s not easy. Everything’s turned around, upside down, chaotic and uncontrolled. Add two babies instead of one, and you can imagine the screaming and squalling.

  But my man is insistent. Tyler adores me, and within months after giving birth, I was knocked up again. Oh yeah, that big dick found its way into my pussy as soon as the doctor gave the okay, and his virile spunk did its job. After all, I’m nineteen, fertile, and we’ve never used protection. So yeah, there’s a third baby on the way, another mewling newborn ready to raise hell.

  But my man’s not turned off, and as I get ready for bed, he’s already lying on the mattress, that big frame defined and cut, mouth-wateringly gorgeous.

  “Come here,” Tyler calls before I can even make it into our master bedroom.

  “I’m coming, Daddy,” I coo as I walk into my closet to hang my robe.

  “How’re the kids?” he grunts, and I smile.

  “They’re fine, baby, all good,” I assure him while walking to the foot of canopy bed holding my heavy breasts in my hands.

  Utter silence for a moment as Tyler stares.

  “You’re fucking beautiful,” he growls, that thick cock growing right before my eyes. “So fucking gorgeous.”

  “I know, and you’re a lucky man, Mr. Jones,” I bite my bottom lip teasingly.

  “Come here,” he growls and I crawl onto the bed before straddling him.

  “Now where were we?” I ask playfully. “Where do I go?”

  “Right here,” he says slowly while rising his hips, shoving his hard length inside me. Oh shit, oh shit. Tyler does this to me sometimes, putting it in without a lot of foreplay so that I’m surprised, my pussy taken unawares, stretched and filled by that fuckpole. Oh shit, but it feels good.

  “Mmmmh,” I sigh, leaning my head back with ecstasy. My hair is much longer than usual and the sensation of the soft strands against my nipples arouses me further.

  “Just like that,” Tyler coaches me while rocking us in a slow rhythm as I seductively move my hips to meet him with every thrust.

  Our bodies move together in perfect harmony as he rocks back and forth, pussy sizzling from the hot penetration.

  “Tyler,” I moan, my hips humping faster, desperate for the friction.

  “Tell me what you want,” he picks up his pace, gripping my hip with one hand while placing the other on my belly.

  “Oh God! Tyler, please, baby,” I cry and he licks the pad of his thumb before biting down on his bottom lip and running the moistness over my throbbing clit.

  “Oh yes!” I cry and he intensifies the feeling, rubbing his thumb over my arousal frantically until I explode with pleasure, my moans merging into screams.

  “Now you’re ready for me,” he growls while flipping me over before positioning himself behind me. “Open up for me, baby,” he says in that tone that lets me know he’s holding onto his control by a thread. I poke my ass into the air, beckoning to him, baiting the big man.

  “Ahhh!” I cry when he slams into my pussy, pelvic bone slapping into my cushioned behind.

  “Come here,” he bends over, defined chest flush against my damp back as he pumps into me, groaning his satisfaction with every surge. Wrapping his arm around my body, his hand rests on my baby bump as he humps me like his life depends on it.

  “Harder!” I beg and he grabs my hair, rising off my back to really pound into me.

  “This what you want?” he calls out.

  “Yes! Fuck me, Tyler!” I plead and he slams into me before sliding out slowly, leaving just the head of that massive dick inside my creamy pussy. My breath stills in my chest waiting for the unexpected and I yelp in ecstasy when he finally crashes back in; the feeling is the best blend of pain and pleasure.

  “Unnh!” he grunts. “You feel so fucking good, baby. Just like that.”

  Throwing my ass back, craving more of him, our pace picks up as we both work towards an explosion. Gripping my hips with both hands, Tyler slows us, extending the buildup, a gift I’ve grown to appreciate.

  “Come here,” he growls, leaning over as his chest, now dripping with sweat, covers my back.

  “Yes!” I cry. My pussy is stretched to the max taking all of his fat cock, thick and delicious.

  But Tyler’s got plans.

  “Fuck! I don’t want to come!” he groans before chuckling in my ear while slowing again.

  “Why?” I whisper over my shoulder. “It feels good.”

  “That’s it exactly baby. You feel too good, and I want it to last,” he growls, picking his pace up again.

  Surging forward, that big dick slips out and Tyler grunts in surprise until I shimmy my ass, brown hole winking at the big man. And smiling slyly, a small hand reaches in back, grabbing that fat dick and pulling it towards my bottom hole. Literally, I feed cock into myself, taking fat dick into my ass, buttfucked and loving it.

  “Shit!” the alpha bites out, moving his knees to gain his balance before raising his hand and letting it fall harshly on my pale bottom. The smack is loud and obscene, like a gunshot in our bedroom.

  But I love it.

  “Yes!” I scream, thrusting my butt onto his rod, savoring the nastiness of a dirty ass-fucking. “Yes!”

  “This what you want?” grunts the alpha before pounding into me, his release now strokes away.

  “Yes, Daddy!” I moan. “Yes, yes, yes!”

  Oh god, I’m being reamed in the butt while pregnant, and it’s so good. Oh god, oh god.

  But Tyler can’t be stopped. Reaching around, he strokes my clit with a fingertip, and I squeal as the vibrations run through my cunt, slit dripping wet even as I’m fucked in another hole.

  “Come for me, Maisie,” he whispers in my ear, voice deep and raspy. “Come for me,” he repeats in that sexy tone and it’s just the push I need to let orgasm swallow me whole, the darkness crashing over my vision as my pussy and anus clench and spasm wildly, giving it up.

  Tyler keeps pumping my ass until his own climax takes over, calling my name repeatedly while spurting juices inside. Clenching my asshole, I milk him of every drop until he can’t take it and we both collapse onto the bed covered in sweat.

  “God, I love fucking you while you’re pregnant,” he groans as we catch our breaths.

  “Mmm, Daddy. But don’t you think it’s gross? Just a teeny-weeny little bit?” I ask shlyly.

  “Naw baby, it’s not gross. You just feel different, even more velvety and juicy, even more fuckable,” he shakes his head with appreciation, dark lashes closed on those masculine cheeks.

  I giggle a little. No one has ever made me feel as confident as Tyler does. The cowboy worships my curvy bod and I
love every second of it, eating up the compliments until I glow. Staring at that handsome profile, my mouth opens again.

  “What are you thinking?” I murmur after a long pause.

  He grunts, almost asleep already. But I won’t let up.

  “What are you thinking, big guy?” I whisper again, trailing fingers over that massive chest.

  But that’s going too far because I’ve poked the bear. In a sec, the alpha’s on me, dick hard, blue eyes fierce and hungry once more.

  “That little ass ready to take it again?” he rasps, cocktip already nudging my bottom hole again. “You ready for another round of solid butt fucking? Because Daddy’s ready.”

  And what can I do but spread my legs, giving him all access? After all, I’m the cowboy’s slut … and I love my job one hundred percent.

  THE END

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  Maisie

  When my eyes flutter open, the sun is beating down on my bedspread, a loud racket coming from downstairs. Immediately, I sit up, panicked. It’s too bright in the room! I’ve overslept! Maisie needs to be milked, the crops tended, and a million other things done.

  But then I collapse onto the bed, relief flooding over my frame in a wave. Because Tyler’s here now, and that racket must be him working downstairs.

  Tyler, Tyler, Tyler. What is it about the cowboy? We got off to such a dramatic start, sexy and dangerous, yet clouded with mystery as well. Because what was he doing in my barn? He couldn’t sit a horse? How can that be, when he’s an experienced ranch hand?

  But right now, I’m just grateful to the cowboy. Because it’s been a while since I slept through the night. Usually my brain buzzes, muscles still clenched, and I doze in a fitful sleep, already worried about the next day.