Rock Hard Baby Daddy: A Billionaire Cowboy Romance

by Rye Hart

  He leaned down to press kisses along her face and neck, letting them linger so that she could feel their warmth. She sighed happily as he worked his way down, his hand sliding up the skirt of her dress. She swallowed thickly, lips parted as her eyes fluttered closed. Her mind wandered to her dream and she tried to shake it off, but she couldn’t. His lips felt just like they had when she was dreaming.

  Toby broke her from her thoughts, slowly lifting her into a sitting position so he could pull down the zipper on her dress, exposing her freckled shoulders and the swell of her breasts. She wiggled out of her dress tossing it aside and going in to undo the buttons on his shirt.

  Their lips crashed together and from that point on it was all over. She was done being patient. She gripped his shirt and yanked hard enough that the buttons popped off and flew across the room, landing in various places. She pushed the shirt from his shoulders, taking the jacket with it. She was thrilled when the fabric pooled on the floor, leaving his chest bare and exposed.

  Her finger’s wandered up the smooth skin, brushing the warm flesh with her finger tips. She looked up at him, her eyes half closed and her bottom lip drawn between her teeth. She leaned up and kissed him, enjoying the feeling of his lips against hers.

  When they parted again, she took the opportunity to look between them, admiring him. When her eyes came to his hips they widened a little and she gasped, quickly looking back up into his eyes, her cheeks hot.

  He grinned and kissed her gently, nuzzling her and kissing her neck as he let his hands wander down her body, his fingers leaving trails of fire in their wake. When he reached her thighs, he parted her legs slowly, his fingers digging into the soft skin. It was enough to make her gasp and arch her back, eye closing as she enjoyed the strength in his hands.

  There was something about him that told her he could snap her in two if he really wanted, but she knew he wouldn’t. The gentle touches paired with his immense strength were somehow erotic. She couldn’t remember this last time someone was this gentle with her.

  Toby’s fingers dipped between her legs, brushing over her most intimate areas. When he pulled his hand away his fingers were slick with nectar and he just smirked, dropping his hand again so that he could tease her even more. He began rubbing slow circles on her most tender area, drawing soft moans and mewls from her. She spread her legs even wider, daring to hook one around his hip.

  Her toes curled and her breathing came faster as he explored places on her body no other man had ever managed to find. Each time he kissed or touched a new spot it sent fire through her veins and made her want more.

  Her fingers tangled in his hair and her hips bucked against his fingers. She nipped at his bottom lip and finally yanked him away, panting desperately.

  “Enough!”

  “What?” he asked, pulling away, slightly confused.

  She twisted her fingers in his long, golden locks, and just smirked, a rush of confidence running through her.

  “I want more.”

  He just grinned and turned his head just enough to kiss the inside of her wrist, making her shudder. “Yeah?”

  She nodded and opened her mouth to answer, but before she could, he grabbed her legs with those strong hands and pushed her knee towards her chest, exposing her in a way that made her shudder with delight.

  When she glanced down she could see his powerful shaft settled between her legs. She could feel its heat and it only made her want it more. She wriggled excitedly, licking her lips and staring at Toby with a heated look of desire.

  “Make me yours.”

  That’s all it took. He leaned over her and pressed into her warm, welcoming body and as he slid inside he stretched her open in the most delicious way possible. She’d never slept with someone this…well equipped.

  Marie wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him into a kiss, arching her back as his fingers traced the round globes of her breasts. Once he was buried inside of her completely he stayed still for a moment and deepened their kiss before setting a slow, deliberate pace.

  No one had ever made her feel so complete before. Every thrust brought another moan and a plea for more until he was holding her down and thrusting into her so hard that the sound of their skin meeting echoed through the room.

  He was hitting the perfect spot every time and soon enough she had her hands on his shoulders and legs around his waist, pulling him down and trying to take him even deeper, if that was possible. The heat that had been building in her belly was about to consume her.

  Her nails dug into his shoulders and she opened her mouth in a silent scream, finally chanting his name over and over again as her orgasm washed over her. She was drowning in the pleasure, her bottom lip quivering as the molten pleasure in her belly spread through every inch of her body.

  When she finally managed to relax again her mind was spinning and she could see little dots of light in her vision from where she’d been holding her breath. Toby was just behind her, thrusting a few more times before finishing inside of her.

  He lowered himself to lay on top of her chest, groaning softly as she ran her fingers through his hair.

  “Was it good?” he asked, looking up at her tiredly.

  She nodded, sighing as her eyes slipped closed. The night’s activities had worn her out. “More than good,” she responded.

  They fell into silence after that, understanding that there was no more to say. They were both content and ready to sleep. Toby pulled a blanket over them and she was thankful for the warmth. She fell asleep with her arms wrapped around him and for the first time in a long while, she didn’t feel a deep, aching loneliness in her chest.

  Chapter Nine

  When morning came around, Marie woke slowly, her opening reluctantly. There was only a single window for light to pour in through, but it was enough to tell her that she had slept well into the morning. It didn’t take her long to realize she wasn’t in her own bed, though soon enough she remembered what had happened the night before.

  Her head was pounding and as she brought her hand to her temple she saw a quick movement out of the corner of her eyes. It didn’t seem human, but then again she was extremely hung over.

  “Good morning.”

  She jumped and turned around so quickly that she nearly fell off the bed. Toby caught her before she could tumble back and brought her back to the middle of the bed, wrapping his strong arms around her. He was still so warm and welcoming and held a cup of coffee in his hands. He smiled and offered it to her, pressing a kiss to her temple.

  They were both still naked and she couldn’t help but take in his masculine physique. He was just so damn handsome. She blushed but sipped at her coffee as he stroked her hair. It felt nice to have him in bed with her the next morning. She felt good. She felt refreshed and she didn’t feel used. She’d almost expected to feel guilty after a one-night stand.

  “How are you feeling this morning?” he asked.

  “Better than I have in a long time,” she sighed, closing her eyes as the bitter coffee hit her tongue, waking her up almost immediately.

  “I’m glad. I really wanted to make you feel good.”

  “You did a good job.”

  He smiled and stroked her hair out of the way, his fingers gentle just like him. She cleared her throat and started to stand, covering her body as best she could. He reached up and gently pulled the covers away, exposing her.

  “You shouldn’t hide. You’re beautiful. Walk with confidence,” he urged.

  She cleared her throat, feeling the heat rise in her body once more. She nodded, deciding it was best not to argue with him. He stood with her and offered his hand.

  “Come with me.”

  Marie took it and wrapped her fingers around his, feeling surprisingly safe with this stranger. Sure they’d gone on a date, had sex and spent the night together, but in the grand scheme of things she really didn’t know much about him. Still, she followed him without hesitation and smiled when she realized they’d come to a
large bathroom.

  He crossed the room and turned on the shower, motioning for her to come closer. He pulled her under the spray of the warm water and started washing her body. It felt amazing to have someone’s hands dancing over her skin. It made her feel like a goddess that was being worshipped.

  Marie glanced up at him and chewed her bottom lip. “I never would have expected this.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well,when I think of paid sex or a brothel, I imagine that you pay, you have sex and you go home,” she said, meeting his gaze.

  “We aren’t a normal brothel,” he explained, “sex is an important part of human nature and human existence, but it isn’t the most important part, especially for women.”

  She nodded in agreement. “I think you’re the first guy to ever admit that.”

  He laughed and shook his head. “We’ll just say I’m a little more mature than most men.”

  Was he saying he was old? He didn’t look a day over thirty. She didn’t press, though and just let him continue.

  “Madame Osei understands that the physical part of our services is necessary but it’s important to make the person feel empowered and confident. It builds the person up and that is what we are here to do. It’s a total package.”

  “You can say that again.”

  The both shared a brief laugh before finishing their shower. They took their time, washing each other thoroughly and enjoying the physical contact. Somehow Marie felt that this was far more intimate than the sex had been. She’d missed this more than any other part of a relationship. She missed the intimacy that didn’t revolve around sex and she was happy that Toby seemed more than eager to offer it to her.

  When they finished they returned to the bedroom, wrapped in warm, fluffy robes that felt like they’d just been pulled from a dryer. Marie went about collected her clothes and glanced back at Toby, looking a bit disappointed.

  “I hope it’s not rude, but I should be heading home.”

  She didn’t want to leave but there were quite a few loose ends at home that she needed to take care of. Now that she was leaving, this was starting to feel like business again and she hated it. She wanted the illusion to last forever.

  “Of course. I understand that you have a life you have to get back to,” he said, smiling. “I’m here at your disposal. I enjoyed that you stayed the night, but I understand you have things you need to do.”

  Marie was almost surprised at how understanding he was, though she quickly remembered where she was. She was at a brothel. This was their job. Of course he wouldn’t care if she left. Suddenly, remembering that this wasn’t just a random hookup made her a little nervous. She started going through her purse, trying to find her wallet.

  “I should tip you or something right?”

  He gently took her hands and pulled them from her bag. “Leave me with a smile. That’s good enough for me.”

  She looked up at him and smiled softly, suddenly calmed by his touch. As she pulled away he offered her dress to her and zipped her into it. Once she was dressed her turned her around and kissed her slowly, holding it a bit longer than necessary.

  “I’ll see you in your dreams,” he said with another cunning smile.

  When he released her she stared at him, trying to figure out what he meant by that. She’d figured out at this point that there was something strange about this place. There was something inhuman going on, but her logical mind wouldn’t let her accept it. She was here to enjoy herself and she just didn’t have it in her to ruin that by asking questions.

  Marie walked down the long hall on her own for the first time and sighed as she approached the large golden doors. The main lobby was empty with the exception of a few cats playing near a pond. She loved that there always seemed to be animals around. It calmed her.

  She made it through the warehouse, deciding to go through the bakery and pick up something for breakfast. A bell on the door ran as she entered and Marco turned to smile at her.

  “Welcome back. Did you enjoy your evening?”

  The question made her feel a bit guilty. She could remember the look of jealousy on Marco’s face all too clearly. “Yes. I had a wonderful time,” she didn’t need to give him all the dirty details. “But it’s about time I headed home and I was wondering if I could buy something for breakfast?”

  “Of course you can,” he said, “what can I get you?”

  “Maybe a muffin? I don’t know. What do you suggest? You’re the expert.”

  He snorted. “Hardly,” he said as he reached into the cabinet and got a fruit tart, “this is something new I made. I’d be honored if you’d be the first to try it.”

  She smiled and nodded, waiting patiently for him to hand her a slice of the tart. Instead he picked a piece up with a small fork and leaned over the case enough to feed her the bite. It was one of the most amazing things she’d ever eaten in her life. It was a bit sour at first but that quickly turned to sweetness as the crust all but melted on her tongue. She covered her mouth and nodded.

  “That is what I want.”

  He grinned brightly and bagged it up for her, handing it over the counter carefully so as not to tip it.

  “Enjoy.”

  “I always do,” she said with a smile, paying for the food.

  She could feel his eyes on her as she left and she had to admit that she liked it. Going to Mystique was a far different experience than what she’d expected. She never thought she would feel desired in a place like that. She’d always assumed that brothels were where desperate people went when they were out of options.

  As she turned the key in her ignition, she smiled and glanced back at the building silently thanking Toby and the rest for leaving her feeling confident rather than used. It was a change of pace and one she knew she could get used to.

  She pulled out of the parking lot, leaving her old self behind.

  Second Chances

  Chapter One

  Biker gangs. What comes to your mind when you hear ‘biker gangs’? I bet I can guess: Wild sex, drugs, guns, and violence, right? Well, maybe that’s how most people see it, but it’s a little different when you grow up around them.

  My name is Kisha Monroe and I am a child of one of America’s largest biker gangs. Most people assume that biker gangs are out for trouble. Movie scenes of kidnappings and dangerous drug transactions flash before their eyes.

  Now, don’t get me wrong, a lot of them are filled with sick, demented bastards ready to screw, shot and pound on anything moving, but some of us consist of a descent group of human beings, made to be tough by our environment.

  My father was an amazing man. His name was Brian and he raised my brother and me to be strong leaders because he knew that one day we would take over the gang. Damien is my older brother, and since he was the oldest he took over leadership of the gang, but that didn’t mean I was sidelined and left to do nothing.

  Ever since I was a little girl I’d been fascinated with the weapons my dad kept around the house. I started going to the shooting range when I was ten and had my first knife collection by the time I was thirteen. My dad never stopped me either. He thought my interest in the weapons was a useful skill to have and so he let me go about my business with little to no interruption.

  Just because we were trying to do good for our community, didn’t mean we had no business being violent. Weapons and fighting were a necessity. Whoever said ‘violence is never the answer’ has obviously never dealt with a guy whose been beating his wife and kids every day for the past ten years, or a rival gang trying to take over their territory.

  The world isn’t sunshine and butterflies and the sooner people figure that out, the better off they’re going to be. The thing people often ask us is “why didn’t you call the cops?” Well because sometimes the cops can’t do anything.

  We have a silent agreement with the police in Nashville. We keep things quiet, don’t draw too much attention to ourselves, and we can take out the trash without
any interference from them. We help the cops by dealing with the shit they don’t have time to deal with. It’s a pretty good system. They turn a blind eye to our activities and we clean up the town.

  And of course shit hits the fan. I’ve had to learn to take a few major punches over the years. The worst being a blow that hit me before I even turned eighteen. My father was killed by a rival gang soon after my seventeenth birthday. My brother was twenty-one at the time and took over the gang seamlessly. He didn’t think twice about it because he didn’t have a choice. Gangs are a lot like the military. There’s a strict order to things and without someone in charge, everything tends to fall apart. So Damien became the leader.

  What about me? Well, I was put in charge of all the training and weapons. I didn’t mind. Leading the gang never had any appeal to me. I was a fairly quiet person and I liked keeping to myself. Many of the men in the gang were terrified of my silence, and I was told a few times that I was intimidating. My steel eyes and jet black hair gave me an intense look and my petite stature was deceiving. I was quick on my feet and good with heavy artillery. I had been one of the snipers when Damien’s girlfriend (now wife) was kidnapped.

  My intensity and silence led to a rather lonely life. People stayed clear of me and I didn’t really interact with too many folks outside the gang. Did I mention everyone in the gang seemed to be scared of me? There was only one man who seemed brave enough to interact with me. Ryan.

  Ryan had been my best friend when we were kids. He was tall, blonde, and beautiful. His full lips and emerald eyes made me weak in the knees, though I would never admit it out loud. I always saw my attraction to Ryan as a weakness. He made me stumble on my words and drop my knives. I could have taken anyone in this damn gang, but Ryan got to me.

  We stopped being friends around the time my dad died. It hurt that someone I was so close to would abandon me at such a critical point of my life; I felt betrayed. He started flirting with the other girls in the gang and didn’t say a word to me after my dad’s death. He would toss me the occasional sideways glance but it always seemed to be more wary than a look that acknowledged someone. I hated that look. I hated that he looked at me like I was a snake in the grass. It fucking pissed me off.