Page 15 of Rough Cowboy
Chapter Three
ELSIE
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HE’S RIGHT. HE’S NOTfather material.
But I already knew that.
He knows it.
His brother knows it.
That’s why I’m distracting him while Sammy swaps the names.
The entire town may have rushed over to wrangle the cattle we set loose, but Silver had been on his way to Sammy. If he’d made it, our entire plan would’ve been ruined.
I may have faked my faint state, but for a brief second, when he’d been bent down in front of me, all caring and sweet, I’d wondered if I had made the right decision to cut him out. I wondered if, deep down, he was the good guy his brother claimed. Questions flooded me at that moment. Would he be a good father? Would he be a good parent partner? Would he take responsibility for the baby I’m carrying?
All signs point to no, and every word that comes from his mouth confirms it. But now that I’m calm and alone with him, something inside me speculates that if he knew the baby was his, would his heart melt like mine did when I found out I was pregnant? Would the life he’s been living feel like a lifetime away, and he’d look forward to meeting his son or daughter? Would he step up the way no one believes or disappoint us all?
His hands run up my bare arms, and he steps flush against me. “I’m all for a banglefuck.”
I blink. “Oh shit, you think I pulled you back for sex.”
Don’t get me wrong; the thought had crossed my mind. It always crosses my mind when I see him.
“You don’t have to hide your desire for me. I see it, those gorgeous blue gems of yours.” He sweeps my hair behind my ear, and his finger runs down my jawline.
His touch sends heat flaming through my body. I’m wound so tight the idea of a release with this Casanova almost consumes me. He’s right about one thing: he’s a good lay—no strings attached. But my life has changed in many aspects, and flings aren’t even close to my priorities list.
I wedge my hands between us. “No, no, no. I mean, yes, you’re a great banglefuck, but that’s not what this is. I’m pregnant.” I give him points for using banglefuck. The word sprinkles through my sister’s books and means having sex in strange places. We’ve banglefucked more times than I can count.
“Pregnancy sex has its benefits,” he says, all cocky and arousing. “I read all about it.”
I groan and duck under his arm. “Weird facts are my sister’s forte.”
A craving for hot Cheetos and yogurt has me swinging open the pantry door in search of a bag of cheesy deliciousness.
Lillian has the most extensive pantry I’ve ever seen. One side is made up of sliding walls of food. The opposite side has a long counter that stretches from front to back with fridges and freezers underneath. All the snacks are at the back.
