Rock Hard Baby Daddy: A Billionaire Cowboy Romance

by Rye Hart

  As soon as we were inside though, it was a different story. Sebastian barely gave me a chance to shut the door when he was kissing me again, pushing me toward the bedroom as I worked at removing his shirt. My hands fumbled at the buttons, but once I removed them, his shirt fell to the floor with a swoosh. His pants were next, but when I reached for them, he stopped me, staring at me intently.

  “No, Violet,” he said.

  “But I thought – ”

  I was suddenly very confused and uncertain, fearing that he was putting a stop to things before they got out of hand. But instead of stopping anything, Sebastian pulled my dress off over my head, throwing it to the floor before lifting me up and carrying me over to the bed, where he laid me down, gently.

  I was still so confused, but not for long. In that moment, I realized that Sebastian was a giver, not a taker, and as he fell down to his knees and slid my panties aside, every nerve in my body was on fire. Feeling his warm breath on my most intimate parts drove me crazy, and when he lowered his mouth and started teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue, I thought I might explode from the intense feelings rampaging through my body.

  “Sebastian,” I moaned. “Oh God, yes.”

  Sebastian was amazing with his mouth, working his tongue over all the right places, licking and sucking and teasing my opening, as he went to town. My hands were in his hair, pulling him closer to me without me even realizing it, because it all felt so incredible and amazing.

  As Sebastian fucked me with his tongue, I felt my body come alive. For the first time with a man, I knew what it felt like to be the center of attention, for someone to not be all about them, to take my pleasure into account. No, Sebastian was making sure I enjoyed this as much, if not more, than he did, and from the way he was pulling my body closer to him, I could tell he was enjoying every second of it.

  My body shuddered as he ate me out, bringing me to orgasm within a matter of minutes. I thrust upward toward his face, crying out as pleasure took hold of me. Every muscle in my body spasmed as my toes curled and I just repeated over and over, “Sebastian, Oh God, Sebastian.”

  It was everything I'd always dreamed it to be and more. Never had I imagined it would actually happen, but there in Bali, my fantasies were becoming a reality.

  As soon as my climax subsided, Sebastian looked up at me. There was a hint of fear in his eyes, like “Oh God, what have I done?” but I wasn't about to let that fear take root. I pulled him so he was on top of me, and kissed him passionately, not allowing him to have second thoughts about this. We'd already gone too far to turn back now, and I needed him inside of me.

  “Please, Sebastian,” I begged, wriggling underneath him as I stroked his cheek and stared into his eyes. “We're both adults here. I want it. Do you want it?”

  “God yes,” he said, his brow furrowed as he stared down at me. “More than anything I've wanted in my entire life.”

  “Then fuck me, Sebastian,” I said, reaching for the zipper on his pants.

  This time he didn't stop me. In fact, he helped me remove his pants, sliding them down his legs so they fell to the ground in an instant. And there he was in full glory, naked and on top of me. My hand gripped his cock, and I stared at him wide-eyed. I'd had an idea that he was well-endowed thanks to seeing the bulge in his pants, but holding it in my hand, it became real. I stroked him as he clenched his jaw, his head falling forward as a groan escaped his lips.

  “Violet,” he moaned.

  Placing the tip of his cock against my opening, I lifted my hips so the tip of him barely slid past my lips. Sebastian did the rest, sliding inside of my wetness with one, long thrust as we both groaned in pleasure.

  “Oh God,” I cried out, eyes wide, as he stretched me open.

  Sebastian stared down at me, an expression of pure bliss on his face as he realized that he was sheathed inside of me. Both of us just sat still a moment, getting used to the sensation of our bodies being united as one. Slowly, Sebastian started rocking back and forth, and I met his rhythm, lifting my hips up to meet each thrust.

  Sebastian pinned me down, holding onto my hands as he stared into my eyes and fucked me. Dotting kisses along my neck and collarbone, then back to my lips as he moved in and out of me with such precision and skill that it made my eyes roll into the back of my head. My legs were wrapped around him now, holding on for dear life, as spasms of pleasure ripped through my body, causing me to cry out. Sebastian knew I was close and buried himself deeper inside of me.

  “Yes, yes, come for me,” he muttered through clenched teeth.

  I felt my pussy tighten around his cock, which caused him to shudder and moan above me. The spasms continued and I felt a warmth building low in my body and it wasn't long before I couldn't control myself anymore. With my toes curling and my body arching upward, I held on for dear life as I was rocked by an orgasm so intense, I was literally seeing stars.

  Sebastian tried to keep himself from exploding inside of me, I watched as he fought for control, but with my tight pussy spasming around his cock, it was too much and he lost that control.

  “Oh God,” he cried out, a shocked look on his face as he buried himself to the hilt in me. “I'm – ”

  He didn't have to finish the sentence, I could see it on his face. Together, we rode out our orgasms, and just the idea of him filling me with his seed caused me to climax again. Our bodies were shaking and shuddering against each other, just reveling in the pleasure of coming together, until finally, the last wave subsided and Sebastian collapsed on top of me.

  Sweat rolled down his face, and we were both drenched in it. The ocean breeze blew in through the windows, cooling our heated skin. I smiled at Sebastian. I'd never been more sexually satisfied in my entire life.

  I stroked his hair back from his face as he looked down at me and smiled. His now deflated cock slipped out of me, and I felt the whoosh of our mingled fluids as they spilled out , creating a wet spot on the bed.

  “That was amazing,” he said, laying down beside me. He pulled me close and kissed me.

  “Yes, yes it was,” I said.

  Truth be told, it was everything I'd always dreamt of, and then some.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN - VIOLET

  That night, I was unable to sleep. My body was tired and worn out, but my mind was spinning. I was fearful that when Sebastian woke up and the wine had worn off, he'd regret everything that had happened between us. I worried he might pull away, and even worse, that it might affect my job.

  I didn't want any of that, which was why I'd never thought we'd actually sleep together. I'd always wanted to be with him, of course, but I was scared of the damage it might cause if it had ever come to pass.

  But as the sun came up the next morning, Sebastian reminded me of why I felt so strongly about him. His eyes opened and caught me awake, and he smiled at me.

  “Hey you,” he said, propping himself up on his elbow, gently stroking my cheek. “You're awake early.”

  I smiled back at him, trying to push away the lingering doubts and uncertainty about what was going to happen that clung to the corners of my mind like cobwebs.

  “So are you,” I said.

  “Well I'm always up early,” he said. He reached out and pushed back a strand of hair away from my face.

  I hated feeling like I was sitting there waiting for the other shoe to drop. But that's what I was doing. I was wondering when, or if, we'd talk about what happened the night before and what it all meant. After all, there we were, still naked in bed together.

  But Sebastian didn't need to talk, he leaned down and kissed me, nearly taking my breath away. Last night could be chalked up to a drunken mistake, but to kiss me today, sober and by the light of day, well, that meant something, right? A girl could hope.

  “Since we're both up, would you like to have some breakfast with me?” he asked.

  “Sounds great.” Though truthfully, another round of sex sounded even better to me, but I didn't want to push my luck. “Where should w
e go?”

  “Oh, we're not going anywhere. I'm going to order room service,” he said. “What would you like? You can have anything your little heart desires.”

  Oh yeah, sometimes hanging around with rich people came with benefits. Like room service.

  Sebastian placed the order, and then slid out of bed and proceeded to get dressed. I couldn't help but stare at his nice, tight ass as he was pulling on his pants, and I felt myself flush as I remembered how my legs had been wrapped tightly around his body. I stayed in bed, naked, but covered up with a sheet as I watched him.

  “So about last night – ” Sebastian started to say, turning toward me.

  My heart sank as I waited for that damned shoe. He sat down on the bed, and my heart shattered. I could see there was a look of fear in his eyes, almost like maybe he knew he'd made a mistake by sleeping with me.

  “Yes?” I managed to choke out. “What about it?”

  “I don't want to hurt you, Violet,” he said. “I care about you, deeply. I always have.”

  There we had it; the talk about how I'm like family to him. I closed my eyes, feeling tears welling in my eyes, already fearing the worst.

  But while my eyes were closed, Sebastian had laid back down beside me and kissed my lips, causing me to open them mid-kiss, surprised.

  “I don't want to hurt you,” he said again, stroking my face. “But I also can't deny that I feel something for you.”

  “The feeling is mutual, Sebastian,” I said softly. “You don't have to worry about hurting me, I'm a big girl. I know what I'm getting into and I can handle whatever happens.”

  “I know you can,” he said. “I just don't know what will happen now.”

  “Can we at least take it day-by-day and see?” I asked, hopeful.

  “Yeah, I think that's a great idea,” he said, kissing me again.

  I was on cloud nine. There I was, living the dream in Bali with the only man in the world to ever capture my heart. I didn't think that things really couldn't get any better.

  ***

  “This is amazing,” I said out loud, staring out at the water with a belly full of fancy tropical fruits and pancakes. “A girl could get used to this.”

  Sebastian was sitting beside me and though we hadn't said much about what had happened between us, he was still being fairly affectionate with me. I had to admit, it made everything that much nicer.

  “I guess I'll have to bring you on work trips more often,” he said with a wink. “Speaking of which, we have to meet Paula and Steve in an hour to start the property tours. So, as much as I don't want to, we should probably shower and get ready.”

  “Of course,” I said sheepishly. “I mean, we are here for work and all.”

  “Plus a little fun,” he said, his tone flirtatious.

  “And a little fun,” I laughed. “Care to join me in the shower?”

  As soon as I asked, I was fearful he would say no. Even though we'd had sex just the night before, and he was still holding my hand and kissing me, part of wasn't so sure he was comfortable with the sexual nature of our relationship yet. He looked into my eyes, as if contemplating the pros and cons of my request before smiling and responding.

  “Sure. I'd love to,” he said. “But we can't have too much fun, we only have an hour.”

  My heart nearly jumped right out of my chest, h was saying yes to showering with me. One more dream come true and something else I could check off my bucket list.

  “I'll try to be good,” I said with a mischievous grin, standing up and walking toward the patio door. “But I can't make any promises.”

  Sebastian playfully smacked my ass, causing me to squeal as I darted for the bathroom. We both laughed as we entered the bungalow, holding each other close, kissing and stripping each other down. Sebastian was shirtless and his pants were down around his ankles when there was a knock on the door. Eyes wide like we were kids caught doing something wrong, we stopped for a moment, wondering who it could be.

  “Probably just housekeeping, making the rounds,” he said. He walked over to the door and called out. “Can you come back later, please?”

  Whoever it was obviously hadn't heard him since they continued knocking. Only this time, it was louder and more insistent. Sebastian tried again, this time his tone a little less polite. “Come back later. We're in the middle of something.”

  More knocking. Finally, I could see that Sebastian had had enough, and he swung open the door just enough to peer out, and that's when we both saw her. My heart just about stopped in my chest and judging by the expression on Sebastian's face, his had too.

  Jessica. Standing in the doorway with a cruel little smirk on her face.

  “Ooooh, golly, am I interrupting something?” she asked, peering in.

  I hurried up and stepped into the bathroom, but it was too late. She saw me wearing nothing but my bra and panties and of course, Sebastian topless.

  “What the hell are you doing here?” Sebastian growled.

  “Well, I thought I might surprise you,” she said, peeking back past Sebastian. “Thought we might have a little fun, you know. But I guess your assistant beat me to it.”

  “Get out of here,” Sebastian said as he tried to shut the door, but Jessica stopped him.

  “I wouldn't do that if I were you,” she said, her smirk turning to a look of pure hatred. “Because let me tell you something, if you don't listen to what I have to say, I'm going to ruin both of your pathetic little lives.”

  “Like hell you will.”

  “I have photos, Sebastian,” Jessica said. And the words sent chills down my spine. “Photos of the two of you kissing outside last night, and photos of you being all cuddly on the patio this morning. But better yet, you two didn't even bother to close the blinds last night, and I didn't have to try too hard to see what you were doing. Or get photographic proof of it either. And what would happen if these photos got into the wrong hands? What would happen if say, Violet's mother got hold of them?”

  CHAPTER TWELVE - SEBASTIAN

  Jessica wasn't lying. She had pictures, which she'd printed out just for us. She passed them through the door before leaving, shaking her ass as if to tease me as she walked away. As if I ever desired to see that ass again. Well, if she ever thought there was a chance of us getting back together, what she'd done had ruined those chances entirely. Jessica knew how to burn bridges on her way out the door.

  “I'm sorry, Violet,” I said, looking down at one of the photos from last night, one that showed I was clearly between her legs, eating her out. “I'm so, so sorry.”

  Violet remained quiet as she looked at the photos, but I could tell it worried her. It worried me too, to be honest. Not just because it could look bad from a business standpoint, but because Violet's mother was a close friend of mine, and I didn't want her to see me as some dirty old man who was screwing her daughter.

  “What does Jessica want from us?” she finally asked. “What does she want to not release the photos?”

  “She didn't say, but I'm sure she'll be in touch.”

  Violet nodded, again, still not saying much. She just sat there with a shell-shocked look on her face and my heart went out to her.

  “We need to go soon,” I said, glancing at the clock.

  Violet nodded again, dropping the photograph she was holding. “I still need to shower.”

  “Me too,” I said. “But maybe it's better if I shower over in my own room.”

  Violet looked up at me, her eyes filled with hurt. She didn't argue though, instead she just nodded as a look of sadness and resignation crossed her face.

  “That's fine,” she murmured.

  I kissed her forehead before leaving the room, making sure the door locked behind me. With a sigh, I walked along the bridge that led to my room, my mind a maelstrom of conflicting emotions. And when I looked up, I was not surprised in the least to see Jessica sitting outside of my bungalow with her feet dangling over the edge of the bridge, letting the ocean water
swirl around her ankles.

  A dark and abiding rage boiled inside of me when I saw her there. She sat there with her back to me, still managing to look like she owned the place; looking like she thought she deserved to be there. I knew this was her way of surprising me and in some dark, twisted part of her brain, she probably thought it was a romantic gesture. But I'd made it plain as day that I didn't want to be with her – or see her ever again. The girl had issues and this took things way too far.

  “I've always wanted to see Bali,” she said, speaking without looking up at me. “I just never knew I'd be seeing it under such trying circumstances.”

  “What did you expect, Jessica?” I sneered. “I told you we were through.”

  She looked up at me with tears in her eyes. “Yes, but you also told me that little tramp was nothing more than your assistant. Well, guess what? I have photographic proof that you lied about that.”

  “I didn't lie,” I said, clenching my jaw as I tried to control my rage. “We aren't dating. Last night was the first time anything happened. Not that I owe you an explanation. I told you that we were done. Several times.”

  “No, of course you don't owe me an explanation,” she said softly. “I get now that we're over. I see it clearly now for the first time. You've moved on.”

  “I moved on a long time ago, Jessica.”

  She looked out at the ocean and wiped at her eyes, obviously not wanting me to see that she was crying. I felt bad for hurting her, but really, how much clearer could I have been? And the fact that she was snooping around, taking secret pictures of me and Violet, she had gone way too far.

  “You know, all this time, I thought that maybe I could fix things. Maybe somehow get you to love me again,” she said softly. “But clearly, that's not going to happen. You've moved on to someone younger and prettier.”

  “It's not like that,” I said.

  I hated for anyone to think it was just about Violet's age or her looks. She was a lot more than that. She meant more to me than that, and to dismiss all of it and claim I was only after someone younger and prettier than she was, royally pissed me off. But I didn't want to cause a scene, and if possible, I wanted to defuse the situation entirely. Maybe make Jessica reconsider what she was doing with those pictures.