Page 26 of Dirty-Talking Cowboy
I lifted her off me, set her back in her seat. I saw her laugh as I raced around the front of the truck to open her door. I lifted her out, carried her to the door, and had her inside within seconds.
“Bedroom. Now.” I set her down, watched her kick off her heels and run for the stairs. I followed slowly, my hands already working my belt.
By the time I reached the bedroom, she was standing by the bed in just her underwear, the dress pooled at her feet. Gorgeous. Soft curves and pale skin and that look in her eyes that said she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
“Come here,” I commanded, and she came without hesitation.
I kissed her hard, possessive, one hand fisting in her hair while the other worked the clasp of her bra. It fell away, and I cupped her breast, my thumb strumming over her nipple until she was gasping against my mouth.
“You want my baby?
“Yes—” I kissed her again.
“Want me to fill this sweet pussy up, get you pregnant?” I cupped her, my fingers pressing against the silk of her panties.
“God, yes—”
I picked her up and tossed her into the bed. I didn’t waste any time. I hooked my fingers in her panties and pulled them down her legs before tossing them aside. Then I stripped, watching her eyes go dark as she took in my body, my cock hard and ready for her.
“Spread your legs,” I ordered, stroking myself. I was already leaking, pre-cum sliding from my tip. “Show me what’s mine.”
She loved it when I ordered her to do that. Her thighs fell open, and the sight of her like that—laid out and wanting and all mine—made me feel like a king.
I settled between her thighs, positioned myself at her entrance. “Last chance to change your mind.”
“I’m not changing my mind.” She pulled me down for a kiss. “I want this. Want you. Want everything.”
“Then you’re getting everything.” I pushed inside her in one hard thrust, both of us groaning at the sensation. I started to move, deep and slow, building a rhythm that had her arching beneath me in seconds. I knew I wasn’t going to last. The thought of making her pregnant, making her big with my child made me swell even more.
I thrust harder, deeper, my control shot to hell. I rutted her like an animal in heat, holding her down for my possession. “That’s it. Take my cock like a good girl. Let me fill you up with my cum.”
And then I was emptying myself inside her.
When I could move again, I rolled us to our sides so we were facing each other. My hand went to her stomach, splaying wide across the soft flesh there.” Might not take the first time,” I said softly.
“Then we’ll just have to keep trying. Again. And again. And again.”
“I like the way you think.” I pulled her close for a kiss. “And for the record, I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”
“Me too.”
We stayed like that for a while, just holding each other, my hand on her stomach like I could will our baby into existence. And three weeks later, when she came to me with tears in her eyes and a positive pregnancy test in her hand, I knew my life was complete.
I had the ranch. I had my wife. And soon, I’d have a family.
Maggie Garrison—now Maggie McKinnon—had come into my life, turned everything upside down, and given me more than I’d ever dreamed of having.
And I was never letting her go
EPILOGUE
Maggie
I stood in front of the full-length mirror in our bedroom, turning sideways to examine my reflection. Almost eight months pregnant and I looked huge. My curves now had curves on top of them. My belly was round and prominent, stretching the fabric of Rhett’s old T-shirt that I’d claimed as maternity wear.
Behind me, reflected in the mirror, I could see my husband sprawled across our bed, one arm behind his head, watching me with those silver gray eyes that still made my knees weak.
“What are you doing?” he asked, amusement clear in his voice.
