Rock Hard Baby Daddy: A Billionaire Cowboy Romance

by Rye Hart

  I winced but set the phone down, taking a deep breath as I shoved the phone into my pocket and started for the door. I needed some fresh air. Fang was getting to me and I couldn’t afford to break and blow my cover.

  It had just stopped raining and the sky was a beautiful mix of reds, oranges, and purples. Despite the fact that I’d spent quite a bit of time in Tennessee, I didn’t think I’d ever get used to the scenery. It would always be breathtaking to me.

  “It’s lovely, isn’t it?”

  The sudden voice behind me made me jump. I spun around, wide eyed and ready to fight. Ryder stood just behind me and cocked his brow. “You’re always ready to throw a punch,” he mused.

  “Yeah. Got picked on a lot when I was young,” I said.

  “I can’t see why,” he said, staring at me in a way that made me nervous.

  “I was a weird kid. Quiet, kind of kept to myself,” I said, looking up at him.

  He nodded and stuck his hands in my pocket. “I guess I can see that,” he said softly.

  I nodded and fell silent, unsure of what to say next. Luckily he broke the silence. “You want to see something cool?”

  I blinked but nodded. “Sure,” I answered.

  He chuckled and nodded for me to follow him. “Come on.”

  He brought me to his garage and pointed toward a bike. “You see that?”

  It was a beautiful piece of art. All of the metal was chrome and everything else was matte black. I’d never really learned to ride bikes, but I could still appreciate their beauty.

  “Oh wow! Is that yours?”

  “Yeah. That’s Athena.”

  “Athena. Like the goddess of war?”

  “She sees a lot of fights. I figured giving her a powerful name couldn’t hurt,” he said with a grin.

  I nodded and reached out to touch the leather seat. “I really like it.”

  “You want to go for a ride?” he asked.

  “Oh, I don’t know about that,” I said, my fear of bikes nearly edging out the excitement of being pressed up against him on the back.

  He grinned and grabbed my hand. “Come on. Get on.”

  I hesitated but finally climbed on the bike. He slipped in behind me and turned the key, revving the engine. My heart started beating faster as terror ran through me. I wasn’t really sure this was what I wanted. The idea of flying down the road on this motorcycle was horrifying. Luckily, he didn’t give me much of a chance to consider it.

  We took off down the road and I couldn’t help the scream that forced its way through my lips. I was pressed against his chest, gripping a little bar that sat just above the gas gauge. His body protected mine and soon the fear ebbed away.

  As we drove along the open road, I could feel my fear and worry melting away. I leaned into him, trusting him to take care of me and keep me safe. When the ride came to an end, he pulled up to the house I was staying at and offered me a smile.

  “This your stop?”

  I chuckled and slid off the bike, nodding. “Sure is.”

  He held his hand out and I took it without hesitation. Once he had my hand he dragged me close and pressed a long, tender kiss to my lips. I was too shocked to return it, but when he pulled away, he just smiled.

  “See you Saturday.”

  He took off and left me wanting more.

  Chapter Nine

  The day of our date couldn’t come fast enough. I was desperate to spend more time with Ryder and it didn’t even matter what we did. Anything would have been wonderful as long as I was with him. I was sitting on the edge of the small twin bed I’d been sleeping in, fiddling anxiously with my phone and waiting for Ryder to text or call.

  Instead, there was a loud knock at the door and I jumped up, running out of my room and throwing the door open. The old woman was out and I was alone. Ryder stood in the door wearing jeans that clung to all the right places and a white button down shirt. The first few buttons on his shirt were undone and it left me breathless.

  “Oh-” I said stupidly, unable to form a complete sentence.

  He smiled and looked me up and down. “That dress is perfect. It fits you like a glove.”

  I blushed and tucked some hair behind my ear, regaining my composure. “You don’t look half bad yourself,” I murmured.

  He chuckled and took my hand, pulling me toward his bike. “Where are we going?” I asked.

  “I can’t tell you or it would ruin the surprise.”

  “Ruin the surprise?” I asked, cocking a brow. “You got something big planned?”

  “You could say that,” he said mysteriously.

  We got on the bike and he drove for well over a half hour. When he finally parked, we were at a mall and I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. “A mall? Aren’t we a little over dressed?”

  “Not at all. Besides, we’re not going to the mall”

  He led me to the doors of a place attached to the mall that was called Dave and Buster’s. I was a bit suspicious but followed him inside. Once we came through the doors the sounds of the arcade overwhelmed me and I had to stop for a minute, looking around.

  “An arcade?”

  He grinned and pulled me inside. “You didn’t seem like the fancy restaurant and a movie type of girl.”

  The grin that spread over my face lit up the room and I threw my arms around him. “This looks amazing!” I gasped.

  He handed me a card that had our “tokens” on it and grinned. “We shouldn’t waste any time.”

  I giggled and ran right over to the air hockey table, waving him over. It turned out that we had the same competitive nature and it didn’t stop at pool. We played game after game, collecting massive amounts of tickets and trading wins in everything from shooting games to pinball. No matter what we played, we had a blast and I loved to see him laugh.

  We ate junk food all night and when it was finally time to cash in our tickets, we bought nothing but candy and took it with us to the hotel across the street, which just happened to be the Opry Hotel. The inside was grand, complete with a river running through it. There were lights strung up and fountains dancing with colors, and all of the foliage was green. It was like something out of a fairy tale.

  We managed to catch the last boat of the night and when he put his arm around me, I melted into him.

  “This was a really amazing night,” I whispered.

  “It was, but there are some things I still want to know about you,” he said, looking down at me.

  “Like what?” I asked, not liking where this might lead.

  “You’re so guarded,” he said softly. “I feel like you’re only letting me see glimpses of you.”

  “What do you mean? I’m really not all that mysterious,” I said a bit defensively.”

  “Yeah, but there’s a wall that you put up. I want to get to know the real you.”

  I stiffened at the comment and sighed. “It’s how I’ve always had to be in order to protect myself. I grew up dirt poor. Mom was a drug addict and all the other parents would tell their kids to stay away from me. That’s heartbreaking, you know?” I whispered, closing my eyes and sighing.

  He frowned and nodded, staying silent and allowing me to speak. “I had to protect myself. I didn’t want kids to stare or try and make fun of me, so I just acted kind of mean and tough,” I said with a shrug. “If they were scared of me, they would just leave me alone. That was my logic,” I finished, feeling exposed. I’d never shared this much about myself with anyone before.

  Ryder wrapped his arms around me. “That doesn’t make you a bad or cold person. But it’s time for you to drop that,” he whispered, putting his fingers under my chin and raising my gaze to meet his. “I’d like to be a part of a new chapter of your life, if you’ll let me.”

  I opened my mouth to speak, but he pressed his lips to mine and silenced me effectively. Other than the driver, we were the only ones on the boat. The kiss took my breath away and I saw stars explode behind my eyes. My entire body was on fire when h
e finally pulled away and smiled, stroking my hair.

  I was lost in his gaze and the words that feel from my lips came without hesitation or thought. “I don’t want tonight to end.”

  Ryder turned towards the hotel balconies and grinned. “It doesn’t have to.”

  Chapter Ten

  We stumbled into the hotel room, throwing our jackets to the floor in a rush. Our lips were pressed to each other’s and the second the door was closed he was pushing me back towards the bed until the back of my knees hit it and I fell onto the mattress.

  In a matter of seconds, he was on top of me, his body pressed against mine as he claimed my lips hungrily, desperately tasting me and wanting more. Even as he kissed me until my lips throbbed, his fingers managed to find the clasp of my bra, undoing it quickly. I panted and whimpered as his fingers explored my body. I liked the way he nearly tore my dress off of me, though he took care not to ruin the pretty thing.

  As he pulled the lace panties down, I started to pant, my body heating up in a way it never had before. Sex had always been a thing of necessity rather than pleasure, but Ryder was determined to make me feel good.

  His fingers explored every inch of me, leaving trails of fire along the tender flesh. My hands brushed over his firm, toned shoulders and I couldn’t stop the moan that fell from my lips, tracing the tattoos that decorated his hips. How could one person be this perfect?

  Ryder’s fingers threaded into my hair and I gasped, arching my back as he tugged at my scalp. The slight stinging sensation was driving me wild. I loved how strong and masculine his hands were. At the same time, they were delicately working to bring me to the edge of pleasure.

  We finally pulled away from the kiss when our lungs began to burn with a desperate need for air. I panted and whispered his name as his fingers wandered further south and eventually found the aching mound between my legs. I felt hot and desperate and I wanted him to touch me more. My eyes fluttered as he spread my delicate folds open and began to toy with my most sensitive parts. I whimpered softly and wrapped one leg around his waist, as he slid his fingers inside of me, exploring my welcoming velvet warmth.

  I dropped my head back onto the pillows, my arms flailing for something firm enough to hold onto. I eventually tangled my fingers into his hair, pulling him up for another long, desperate kiss. His fingers were working their undeniable magic and my body was rocking and responding to every touch he had to offer.

  My skin was on fire and every inch of me was screaming for his manhood. I needed him desperately. He had me wrapped around his finger and in that moment, I knew I would have done anything he asked me. I was at his mercy, but he was so different from all of the others I’d been with. I didn’t mind giving myself over to him.

  He finally withdrew his fingers and leaned over me, panting softly, sweat beading on his forehead. He was grinning now, licking his full lips as he took in the sight of me desperate and begging for him.

  “Spread those pretty legs,” he whispered, smacking my thigh

  I let out a surprised yelp, though he hadn’t hurt me. I was excited, and nearly over the edge with pleasure. I spread my legs slowly, looking up at him with wide, expectant eyes.

  He gripped my legs and pulled them up over his hips as he grabbed the headboard for leverage. His long, throbbing manhood was pressed against my thigh and that contact only managed to draw another needy whimper from me. He entered me slowly, and I took everything he was willing to offer me.

  There was a hot coil of pleasure in my belly, turning slowly and threatening to snap with every thrust. Every movement was aimed at bringing me closer to the edge of oblivion and I was eager for it. He filled me up and I knew that we fit together. I’d never felt this way with another man.

  He slid into me again and again, and I arched against him each time, my arms thrown around him in a desperate attempt to keep him close. Each movement brought me closer and closer to satisfaction. As I inched closer to my own orgasm I felt the coil wind tighter in my belly, ready to snap any second.

  He moaned my name, and with each thrust he whispered sweet nothings in my ear. Those words made me feel like the only woman in the world. I was desperate to finish. I wanted him to come inside of me, no matter how irresponsible it was. I dug my heel into him, holding him there and waiting for the pleasure to wash over me.

  That coil finally snapped inside of me and I cried out Ryder’s name as stars exploded behind my eyes and my vision became a tiny pin prick of light. Everything was lost to me except the perfection of my orgasm.

  He collapsed on top of me and I held him close, remaining silent. Neither of us said anything, afraid to break the spell.

  Chapter Eleven

  When my eyes fluttered open, I found myself laying in an unfamiliar bed, though I was surrounded with a familiar warmth and scent. I sighed happily and turned over to watch Ryder sleep. He looked so beautiful like that, sleeping so soundly.

  I reached out and ran my hand over his rough, stubbly cheek. He groaned and when his eyes opened, he gazed at me with a semi-confused look on his face. At first I was afraid that he was regretting our night, and that he was going to kick me out of his bed and out of his life. His eyes focused and look of realization came across his face, and with it came a smile.

  He reached out and wrapped his arms around me, kissing my temple and then my cheek. “Good morning beautiful.”

  I was almost surprised by the sudden affection. None of my previous mornings after had been like this, but I accepted it with ease and smiled at him. “Good morning.”

  “You seem a little out of it,” he said.

  “Ah. Yeah,” I murmured. “Sorry. This is all a little surreal.”

  “Why is it surreal?” he asked, his eyebrows knitted together.

  “Because you’re still here,” I whispered.

  “Of course. Did you expect me to leave?”

  “I don’t know what I expected.” I admitted, blushing brightly.

  He leaned in close, pressing his lips to mine in a way that made me melt. “Well, I’m not going anywhere, so you better get used to me,” he whispered, pressing our foreheads together.

  A blush came to my cheeks and I tried my best to not seem flustered, but he already had the best of me.

  “I’ll take that as a challenge,” I teased.

  “You’re going to have to work pretty damn hard to get rid of me,” he said with a wink.

  I just grinned, unable to hold it back anymore as I straddled him on the bed, staring into his eyes. God, I got lost in those eyes. I smiled and pressed my lips to his, silencing him with a kiss. As I pulled back he groaned.

  “Well, you sure know how to shut me up,” he said with a smile.

  I just laughed and kissed him again, pulling the blankets over our heads so that we could laugh and hold each other. It felt good to have his arms around me and a part of me knew that as long as he was by my side, everything was going to be okay. Well, maybe not everything. I tried to shake the thought out of my head, determined that I wasn’t going to ruin the first true happiness I’d ever had.

  We went home that night and instead of staying at the safe house, I stayed with Ryder. It felt so amazing to be so close. I wanted to stay with him forever, but I knew my time was running out. There was something very real that I was going to have to face soon enough.

  Fang was still calling me and pressing me for information. I gave him mixed information, some real and some fake. Any of the real information I gave him was inconsequential. I’d made a decision in my mind, but I had to figure out how I was going to reconcile it.

  I couldn’t sell this club out. They’d become my friends and treated me better than anyone else, including my own flesh and blood had. They were kind to me and loving. They offered me things I’d only dreamed of, but soon my world was going to come crashing down. I couldn’t keep this charade up for much longer.

  The fact that Ryder and I were getting closer by the day didn’t really help matters either. I’d all
but moved in with him and as the days turned to weeks I found myself falling in love with him. It was a strange feeling, considering I had never really believed in love. People talked about it all the time, but I’d never seen it first-hand. The only kind of affection I’d ever seen was brought on by obligation. If it wasn’t obligation, then it was a means to an end. Fang had taken care of me all these years so I’d keep fucking him, not because he actually cared about me.

  I was at the dinner table one evening as Ryder set down a plate of steak and eggs. I’d quickly learned that he was the type of man who preferred breakfast for dinner. I jumped a little and cursed under my breath; I’d been lost in my own little world. I took a breath and ran my hand through my hair, sighing softly.

  He raised a brow in my direction and hummed, spooning food into his mouth. “You okay over there?”

  “Yeah. Just thinking,” I murmured.

  He paused and set his fork down, looking over at me and cocking his head to the side. “Listen, I know you aren’t much of a talker, but if you have something on your mind, you can tell me.”

  I closed my eyes and dropped my head. “The thing is, I’m afraid that if I tell you, you won’t ever look at me the same again,” I admitted quietly.

  He paused and reached out, taking my hand and squeezing it, offering a show of support. “If we’re admitting things, I suppose I could go first,” he said softly. “Nothing is going to change the way I feel about you, Brittney. I love you.”

  I stared at him, my heart beating a million miles a minute. I was breathing hard and there were tears in my eyes. “What?” I asked, sure that I hadn’t heard him correctly.

  “I love you. I know it’s kind of soon and you don’t have to say it back, but just want you to know,” he said, nodding firmly.

  I swallowed the thick swell of emotion that was working its way up my throat and closed my eyes, shaking my head back and forth. “You can’t say that!” I whispered, covering my mouth.

  He frowned and stared at me a moment. “You don’t have to get upset. I don’t expect you to say it back.”