Rock Hard Baby Daddy: A Billionaire Cowboy Romance

by Rye Hart

  “And I don't care. About any of it,” I said. “My mom, well, she can think whatever she wants, but I'm a grown woman. I can make my own decisions. I can be with whoever I want and I don't let anybody tell me I can't.”

  “I'm not sure it's that easy, Violet,” he said. “If I were anyone else, maybe so, but – ”

  “But what? Sounds like maybe it's you who can't deal with the fallout, Sebastian,” I said, my blood starting to boil. “Maybe you're the one who can't handle the world knowing you're sleeping with your best friend's daughter because you're ashamed. Am I right? Does that about sum it all up?”

  He didn't answer for a moment. “Listen, I didn't want to argue with you.”

  “Then what did you want, Sebastian?” I asked. “Because dammit, I am tired of being treated like a child. Not just by you, but by everybody. You don't have to watch out for me, I am actually pretty capable of taking care of myself.”

  “I called because I wanted to tell you that you were beautiful,” he said.

  And then there was a click as he disconnected the call. I stared across the water with tears in my eyes, as he picked up his glass of champagne and went inside his bungalow, closing the door and the curtain so I couldn't see inside.

  Dammit, Sebastian. Dammit all to hell.

  Suddenly, the very idea of dinner didn't appeal to me at all. All I wanted in that moment was a bottle of something I could drown my sorrows in. When room service came, I put in the request for some wine, and I sat there, staring down at my food, scallops with a white wine sauce over rice and fresh asparagus, something I would have scarfed down in a heartbeat if I wasn't too busy hurting.

  When the knock sounded at my door, I assumed it was room service again.

  “You're fast,” I said, wiping my tears away with my hands.

  I opened the door, but instead of room service, it was Sebastian. And as soon as he saw me, he pushed through the door, shut it behind him and kissed me harder than he'd ever kissed me before.

  We didn't even make it to the bedroom this time. He pushed me up against the wall and pulled my bikini bottom down, dropping to his knees in front of me. Without saying a word, Sebastian started eating me out, savoring me like I was the finest, juiciest piece of fruit he'd ever put his mouth upon.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN - SEBASTIAN

  It was wrong of me and I knew I should find a way to control myself, but as I paced my room, I couldn't stop thinking about her. The way her polka dotted bikini hugged her curves, the way her perky breasts nearly burst from the top, how her hair was dripping wet and the droplets covered her bare flesh.

  It was too much.

  The erection was painful, and even though I'd tried to take care of it myself, it was no match for the feel of Violet's tight, wet pussy. I needed her, and her words echoed through my head.

  Maybe she was right, it was me. Maybe I was the one afraid of the backlash. She said she didn't care if her mom knew about us; didn't care if anybody knew about us. Who was I to determine what I thought was best for her?

  She was right, I spent so much time looking out for her that sometimes I forgot she was a grown woman who could take care of herself.

  And God, I wanted that woman.

  I prayed it wasn't just lust and selfishness making me walk over to her bungalow. Jessica said if I didn't cut things off with Violet, that she'd release the images. And yet, there I was between her legs, sucking and licking her delicious pussy, pressing my tongue between the folds of her vagina, sliding it into her slit as he grabbed onto my head and called out my name over and over again.

  God, it was amazing. When her body shuddered, I knew she was close. I felt the spasms take hold in her pussy, reverberating through my tongue as her knees started to give out on her. I held her steady as I flicked my tongue all around the juicy opening and she came with my tongue buried inside of her. She cried out and gripped my head tightly, making me one happy man.

  My cock was bulging in my pants, however, and the ache was almost too much for me to bear. I should have stopped right there, but before I could say another word, Violet pulled me up and was kissing me again, tasting her own juices from my lips.

  “Violet, I need to tell you something first,” I said.

  But she wasn't listening. She put her finger to my lips, dropped to her knees before me and took my pants down.

  “Violet, one second, I should – ”

  But her lips parted and she took my cock all the way into her mouth, making my entire body jerk uncontrollably for a moment.

  “Oh fuck,” I said, my eyes rolling back into my head as this beautiful woman sucked my cock like a lollipop.

  She licked and sucked, and rolled her tongue down the sides while taking me deep into her mouth. When she couldn't take me all the way in, her hand made up the distance, and slowly, my hips started moving back and forth as I fucked her pretty little mouth.

  All mention of Jessica and the photos was gone. The only thing I could think about was her lips and her mouth on my dick; and she was good. Damn good. I could tell it wasn't her first time sucking a man off, and I feared that if she kept up the pace she was on, I might lose it. And as much as I'd love to shoot my load between those red lips of hers, I wanted to be inside of her. No, I needed to be inside of her.

  “Stop,” I said, pulling her hair back and keeping her from going down once more.

  She playfully pouted at me, but then she stood up and kissed me again, her tongue pushing past my lips with a ferocity born of need. All this time, I was worried I was the one taking advantage of her, and yet, there she was, horny as hell, doing everything she could to get me to bed.

  Then I remembered, I had something to tell her. “Violet, listen,” I said. “Seriously, stop and listen to me for a second.”

  She sighed. “Are you going to pull away again, Sebastian? Because I can't handle this on-off bullshit,” she said. “Either we're going to be together, like two grown, consenting adults, or you need to stop leading me on.”

  There was the woman I was falling for. She was not a little girl, and gone were all thoughts of her being that little girl. She reminded me that she was a grown woman by straight telling me off. It was an important moment, one that I was glad to see had happened, to be honest.

  “No, not at all,” I said reaching for her and pulling her to my chest. Her hands gripped my cock, and momentarily, I forgot what I was going to say again. “I just want to be sure you're sure, because Jessica has threatened to out us to your family if we continued with this.”

  Violet stared up at me with wide eyes, and for a moment, I feared she would back away. But instead, she surprised me when a slow grin spread across her beautiful face.

  “Fuck Jessica,” she said. “Or rather, don't. Fuck me instead, please?”

  “You don’t have to ask me twice.” I growled.

  Violet led me by the hand, out onto the deck. I was surprised, but incredibly turned on, by the fact that she was being this daring. I had to admit, I liked it; I liked it a lot.

  She removed my shirt, tossing it onto the table with what looked to be her untouched dinner. If she wasn't hungry before, I'd make sure we were going to work up an appetite. The only view of the patio came from my currently empty bungalow, so we were safe from onlookers, for the most part. Not that it mattered in that moment anyway, I didn't care and Violet didn't seem to either.

  She sat down on the hammock and pulled me toward her, kissing down my neck and chest as she wrapped her legs around me. My cock pressed against her opening, and she pulled me into her. My tip pressed past her lips and with one long thrust, I was buried inside of her. She was tighter than anyone I'd ever been with, so it still took me by surprise even after our last encounter. But I fit inside her so perfectly, and she clenched down on my cock , sending a wave of pleasure through me and making me moan her name.

  “Violet. Oh Violet.”

  Violet rocked on the hammock, with her legs wrapped around my waist, using it for momentum as we fucke
d right out there on the deck. The ocean breeze washed over our bodies and the waves crashed around us, only adding to the intensity of the moment. Violet wasn't quiet, not by any means. She kept calling out my name as I thrust deeper and deeper inside of her, her nails digging into my flesh.

  I held her head up so I could stare into her eyes when I felt her getting close.

  “I want to look into your eyes when you come,” I said.

  She nodded, biting her lip as I shoved my cock deep inside of her relentlessly. She was so wet and so tight as I fucked her, I thought I too might lose control. I somehow managed to keep it together, even as she writhed wildly under me, her legs tight around my waist, her pussy even tighter around my dick.

  Violet writhed and bucked wildly, but I kept moving in and out of her, trying to keep the rhythm that had driven her crazy in the first place. As soon as her orgasm subsided, she slipped me out of her pussy and looked up with a devious smile.

  “Take me from behind,” she said.

  She turned around on the hammock and bent over, shoving that magnificent ass into me. My dick rested against her ass, dripping wet from her juices and pre-cum and I watched as I buried it inside of her pussy once more.

  Violet screamed out in pleasure, gripping the hammock as I continued fucking her from behind. The view was fantastic. Her ass wiggling around on my dick, the ocean, the moon shining overhead. Everything was so perfect, it was almost surreal.

  As I felt the cum bubbling inside of me, a warmth inside of my balls, and a tightness unlike any other, I prepared myself. I could pull out. I should probably pull out because I wasn't sure if she was on any form birth control. But as I tried to pull out to shoot my load all over her perfect ass, she pushed backward, taking me back inside and it was too late.

  I exploded, a stream of cum shooting out of my cock and spilling inside of her tight pussy. I groaned as I let loose of my seed, every little but of cum spilling inside of her body. Violet fell limp on the hammock, and it took me a second to regain my composure.

  When I slipped my spent cock out of her pussy, I couldn't help but watch as my cum dripped out of her. It was such a glorious sight; one I knew I'd never grow tired of.

  Violet stood up and turned to me, smiling the biggest smile ever.

  “Oh my God. I think I love you, Sebastian,” she said, gasping for air.

  Her hair was a mess, frizzy and knotted, and she was sweaty and bright red. She looked happy and satisfied. She was the most beautiful woman in the entire world.

  “And I think I might love you too, Violet,” I said, surprising even myself. “I really do.”

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN - VIOLET

  My phone lit up within minutes.

  We need to talk, Violet. Now.

  It was a text message from my mom. Sebastian and I were curled up in bed, and when I looked down at my phone, it only took me a minute to realize what was going on.

  “Oh, I think Jessica got to her,” I said, groaning, but also laughing. I looked over at Sebastian. “What should I say?”

  “Maybe tell her we'll talk when we get back from the trip?” he said. “It might be easier to break it to her in person.”

  “Break what to her?” I said. “That I'm in love with my deceased father's best friend and my current boss. Yeah, she's not going to take it well no matter when I tell her.”

  “I'm sorry,” Sebastian said, reaching out and stroking my cheek. “I didn't want to do this to you, Violet. Maybe I shouldn't have.”

  “No,” I said. “No, don't say that. I'm glad you came over here, and I'm happy we're able to be together like this. I'm going to deal with the consequences, Sebastian, whatever those may be. But this is my life and I'm going to choose the path that makes me the happiest. A little bit of blowback is worth it, for you. Trust me, it is.”

  He pulled me down so I was resting my head on his chest.

  “I sure hope so, Violet,” he said softly. “I don't want to ruin the relationship between you and your mother.”

  My mother didn't want me to date anyone, truth be told. She'd kept a tight leash on me throughout high school and even college. She had always been so worried her daughter could end up pregnant or give up on her dreams for a man. I’d repeatedly told her that was never going to happen, but she'd never trusted me. She didn't know what made me tick, and even worse, had never really tried to find out. My relationship with my mother wasn't bad, I had just always been closer to my dad.

  And now, in her mind, she probably thought she had every reason to not trust me because I was a little whore.

  “Who knows what Jessica told her,” I said. “I doubt it was anything close to the truth.”

  “My biggest concern is that she showed her the photos she took,” he said. “That's the last thing I want your mother to see. Ever.”

  I sat up and looked at Sebastian. “I guess I hadn't really thought about that,” I said. “I guess with everything going on, I somehow managed to forget she took incriminating pictures of us.”

  Sebastian sighed. “Yeah,” I said. “And no doubt, Jessica's friends in the tabloid world have them too.”

  “You didn't tell me she was going to go to the tabloids with them,” I said, looking worriedly at him. Any of those pictures could slander his good name and potentially cause trouble for his business.

  “I wasn't sure if I believed she'd actually do it. But given that she got to your mother, I guess nothing is out of bounds for her,” he said, sitting up and looking worried. “But does that make a difference?”

  I was quiet, but only to think about what my mother might have seen, and what sort of hit piece they'd run on Sebastian in the tabloids. I realized that my initial estimation was wrong, there was going to be more than just a little bit of blowback. I hated that Sebastian and I were getting caught up in Jessica's insanity, because we had done nothing wrong.

  “No, not at all. It's just going to make things more awkward at home,” I said, trying to laugh. “Because who wants their parents seeing them having sex, you know?”

  “Yeah, I'm sorry about that,” he said.

  He looked physically pained over it all, and I couldn't blame him. But I also didn't blame him for anything that was happening. I knew this wasn't going to be easy on him either.

  “You have nothing to be sorry about,” I said. “Your ex-girlfriend is just batshit crazy. You can't help that. I'm just sorry that you're going to be tabloid fodder for a while.”

  He shrugged. “It'll blow over soon enough,” he said. “No big deal.”

  I could tell he was uncomfortable with the spotlight getting ready to shift onto him. He was a well-known, well connected, wealthy man, and an eligible bachelor. An eligible bachelor free to do what – and who – he wanted. That was basically the extent of the material the tabloids had on him. My worry was what they were going to make up.

  “I hope so,” I said. “You don't deserve that. And you don't deserve to have such a freak trying to make your life difficult.”

  “I just need to pick a higher caliber of woman apparently,” he said with a wink.

  “I think you've already picked a better one,” I teased. “But I may be a little bit biased.”

  “Oh no,” he said, kissing the tip of my nose. “I've managed to get the cream of the crop with this one. She's something special, that's for sure.”

  “You better be talking about me,” I said, playfully punching him.

  “Actually, I was talking about our maid,” he said. “She's really something.”

  I giggled and slapped him in the arm. “You jerk.”

  “Of course I'm talking about you,” he laughed. We kissed, and even though I had a mess to deal with back home, I was currently in paradise with the man of my dreams. I could forget about my mom for now ,and just savor what remained of this trip. Reality would hit us sooner or later, but we might as well enjoy the fantasy while it lasted.

  ***

  The rest of our trip seemed to fly by, and we both slept hard on the
plane heading back home. We couldn't let that hammock and that ocean view go to waste, and of course, we had to make use of the entire bungalow, inside and out. It had been physically draining and we were both worn out.

  Not to mention, I needed to be emotionally prepared for the fallout with my mom when I got home. When we landed, Sebastian asked me if he should come over with me, but I told him it would only make it worse and that I'd handle it.

  “I'll talk to her first,” I said. “And then you can stop by later, perhaps. She's got no real choice. She's going to have to get used to us being together.”

  While I wasn't officially Sebastian's girlfriend – mainly because he hadn't asked yet – we were very much in a relationship; albeit, a complicated one.

  I had texted my mom from Bali and told her we'd talk when I got back. She tried to call me several times after that, but I kept telling her the same thing; we'd talk when I got back. Period. There was no reason for her to ruin the rest of the trip by being dramatic. I didn't need or want her hysterics. But now that I was standing on my front porch, I was dreading the backlash I'd kept pushing off. It was a bill I knew was coming due, and I had no other choice but to pay it.

  As soon as I opened the door, my mother was standing there in the foyer, glass of wine in hand, a well-practiced look of disapproval on her face.

  “Have fun in Bali?” she asked, downing the glass of wine.

  “Yes, lots of fun actually,” I said, surprised that she'd started things out so casually. I'd expected her to be breathing fire the moment my feet hit the driveway. “What's going on? You wanted to talk?”

  “Come, sit down, Violet,” she said, sitting on the couch and patting the seat next to her.

  In that moment, I could see tears in her eyes. She was going to cry. Oh God, I couldn't handle it when my mother cried.

  But I sat down beside her.

  “So, guess who I talked to while you were gone?”

  I had an idea, but I didn't say her name. “Who?”