Page 29 of Possessive Rancher

I don’t mind it in the slightest. Heather is as sharp as a tack. And what I thought was fierce before ain’t nothing compared to her as a momma.

“Da da da da da da da-” Harlow babbles and blows her little tongue out at me. That’s her mother’s spirit alright. She’s going to give me a run for my money, but I won’t stand for it.

“Now you, young lady,” I tell her, putting the toy down and picking her up, “are going to show your Pa some respect around here.”

She babbles and smacks me in the face.

Heather laughs from behind me. “Daddy, that’s now how that works. Respect is earned.”

She comes to sit beside me and picks up Hazel, who’s equally talkative just as she smacks Heather in the forehead. I turn to the other baby, “Now, you know better than to hit your Mama. Apologize.”

Hazel babbles some noises and I nod in agreement. “That’s right. We don’t disrespect women, especially our mothers.”

A set of twins and I feel like the happiest man alive. Glancing over to Heather who’s fussing with Hazel’s clothes, I tell her, “I love you. Thank you for giving me all of this.”

“All of what? Midnight and 2 a.m. double feedings or twice the amount of laundry and dishes?” she huffs.

“Hey,” I cradle Harlow in one arm and tip Heather’s face toward me with the other. “I’ll take everything that comes with this because you, my goddess of independence and good fortune, have made me the luckiest man on Earth. Don’t you forget it, either. We have each other, and I wouldn’t give up any of this. So thank you.”

Heather sighs, “You’re welcome, Daddy.”

“Now that’s what I’m talking about. How about you make me some more?”

“What? Pancakes?” she laughs. “I know you’re not talking about babies. They’re not even a year old.”

“Why not more babies? The sooner we have ‘em all, the more fun it gets. We can take them on the ATV track, and Harper can teach them to climb mountains.”

“They can’t even walk yet, Hudson,” she laughs. Hazel starts to kick her little legs.

I tip my head at the baby. “That’s what you think. I bet you they’ve been walking around just fine and haven’t shown us because they like being carried everywhere.”

“They’re babies, babe, not intellectual manipulators,” Heather says as she puts Hazel down only to have her start crying.

I raise my eyebrow with a laugh, “That’s the sweet sound of manipulation right there. And all four of us know you’re not going to let her lie there and cry. Go on and love on our babies, I won’t say anything.”

Heather picks Hazel back up and gets onto her feet. “I know you won’t say anything. You’re going to spoil them rotten.”

“Damn right, I am. That’s a Daddy’s job, right?” I ask her.

We carry our bundles of joy upstairs into their nursery to put them down for a nap. Once we settle them in, we leave to head back downstairs where the living room never did go back to its original look. We keep the center empty, for us and the babies.

“So Daddy,” she says, running a finger down my chest to the bottom hem of my shirt. I can feel her going under it to reach up and grab my nipples. At first, it’s seductive, and then, she squeezes too tight.

I grab her hands through the shirt. “What do you think you’re doing, little girl?”

Heather stares me in the eyes, lust building, my cock growing, and she whispers against my lips. “I’m making sure that you remember who’s in charge here.”

“Oh, is that right?” I ask her with a laugh. “Little girl, you lose this fight every time. Unhand me, woman.”

She pinches harder, making me suck in a sharp breath, clenching my jaw.

With all of her fight blazing bright, I can’t believe how lucky I am to get a woman who likes to fight me into making love to her. Batshit crazy, but I love it.

“You are determined to get me to demolish that pussy of yours, little girl. Keep playing around and I’m going to stuff this cock in that ass of yours too.”

She grins with nothing but mischief in her eyes. “How do you know that’s not what I want anyway?”

“Oh, you’re in for it, little girl. Let go, and I’ll give you a head start. I’ll count to ten,” I warn her.