EPILOGUE
Rhett
Six Months Later…
The community barn dance was packed, music thumping through the speakers, laughter and conversation filling every corner. I stood at the bar nursing a beer and watching my wife work the room like she’d been born to it.
Maggie. My wife. Three months married and I still got a kick out of saying it.
She was wearing a blue dress that hugged every curve, her hair loose around her shoulders, and she was laughing at something. Every man in the room had looked at her at least once tonight, and every single one of them knew she was mine. The ring on her finger made damn sure of that.
“Your wife’s become quite the local celebrity,” Tom, an older man from a neighboring ranch said, sidling up next to me. “My grandkids follow her on Instagram. Say she makes ranching look cool.”
“She makes everything look good.” I took a sip of my beer, never taking my eyes off her. “And yeah, she’s something special.”
“The two ranches merging has been good for the whole community.”
“That’s all Maggie’s doing. Girl’s got a head for business.
” It was true. She’d decided that her ranch should be the focus of agritourism.
A nursery in the spring, a pumpkin patch in the fall.
Weddings in the spring. She had a degree in marketing that she’d never mentioned.
Despite my wealth, or maybe because of it, she was determined to stand on her own two feet.
But that wasn’t why I loved her. I loved her because she made me laugh. Because she called me on my bullshit. Because she looked at me like I hung the damn moon even when I was being a bossy asshole.
As if she could feel me staring, Maggie looked over and caught my eye. Her smile softened, went intimate, and heat flared between us even across the crowded room. Then she excused herself from the group of people who had come up to talk to her and started making her way toward me.
God, the way she moved. All those curves swaying, her hips rolling with each step. My cock stirred just watching her walk.
“Having fun?” she asked when she reached me. I immediately reached for her and pulled her to my side.
“I’m watching you. That’s always fun.” My hand settled possessively on her hip. “You look gorgeous tonight, Mrs. McKinnon.”
“You’re biased.”
“Damn right I am. You’re my wife. I’m allowed to be biased.” I leaned down, my mouth by her ear. “And I’m allowed to think about all the dirty things I’m going to do to you when we get home.”
She shivered against me. “Rhett, we’re in public.”
“Don’t care.” My hand slid lower, not quite grabbing her ass but close. “I’ve been thinking about it all night. About getting that dress off you. About spreading you out on our bed and putting my mouth between your thighs until you’re begging me to fuck you.”
“Oh my God.” Her face flushed that pretty pink I loved so much. “You can’t just say things like that.”
“Why not? It’s true.” I nipped at her earlobe. “I’ve been hard for you since you put that dress on. And that underwear. You knew exactly what you were doing wearing it.”
“Maybe I wanted to drive you a little crazy.”
“Mission accomplished, darling.” I put down my beer and took her drink from her hand. I pulled her into my arms completely, pressing my body to hers. “You feel how hard you make me? I don’t even know if I can walk to the door right now.”
She smiled up at me. “Anything I can do to help, cowboy?”
I growled in her ear. “Yeah. You’ll be helping me when we get home, dropping to your knees and taking me in that smart mouth of yours.”
When she licked her lips, I couldn’t stop myself. I grabbed the nape of her neck and crushed my mouth over hers. My tongue thrust inside her mouth, tasting her, claiming her, and I didn’t care who the hell saw us. “We’re leaving in fifteen minutes.”
“Make it ten.” She ground herself against me and I had to swallow a groan.
“Does my naughty girl want to be spanked tonight?”
She licked her lips. “Maybe.”
I released her and took a step back. “Now go say goodnight to whoever you need to.”
Walking out of the community center was torture. Everyone seemed to want to say something to us. They had no mercy on the state of my cock. And the drive home was torture. She had her hand on my thigh, slowly moving higher with each passing mile.
“You know,” she said, her voice soft in the dark cab. “I’ve been thinking about something.”
“Yeah?” I covered her hand with mine, stopping her before she killed us both. “What’s that?”
“About what you said. About wanting to start a family.”
My heart kicked. We’d talked about kids, but casually. Nothing serious yet. “And?”
“And I think we should stop being careful.” She turned to look at me, her expression serious despite the darkness. “I want to try for a baby, Rhett. I want that with you.”
I nearly drove off the damn road. “Are you sure? We’ve got time—”
“I’m sure.” Her hand squeezed mine. “I want everything with you. And I don’t want to wait.”
I pulled the truck into our driveway, put it in park, and turned to face her. “Maggie, a baby is—it’s permanent. It’s forever. Are you absolutely sure you’re ready for that?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.” She unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned across the console toward me. “Besides, you’re the one who keeps talking about it every time we’re in bed. About filling me up, getting me pregnant, making me round with your baby.”
“That’s dirty talk,” I said, trying to hold onto my control. Having a baby with her… “That’s me being turned on and saying shit to make you hot.”
“Well, it worked.” She straddled my lap right there in the truck, her dress riding up her thighs. “And now I want it for real. I want you to make me pregnant, Rhett. I want to have your baby.”
I groaned, my hands going to her hips, gripping hard, pressing her against my cock. “Fuck, woman. You can’t just say things like that.”
“Why not?” She rolled her hips against me. “You say dirty things to me all the time. Now it’s my turn.” Her mouth found my ear. “I stopped taking the pill a month ago.”
“What?” I pulled back. “What did you say?”
She looked down at me, that defiance I loved so much written all over her face. “I went to the doctor a month again, got a check-up and stopped taking my birth control.”
I didn’t know if I should put her over my knee for making a decision like that without me, or fall to my knees and worship her.
“You really want this?” I searched her face, trying to see if she was hiding anything from me.
“I really. Truly. Want this. Now take me inside. Take me inside and fuck me raw and come inside me. Give me your baby.”
“Fuck.” I closed my eyes, thinking of spilling my seed inside her. “I hope you’re ready for what you’ve just unleashed, baby.”
I was done. Completely done. Done of second guessing myself that she was too young for me. That what I wanted from her was too much.
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