Chapter 29
Chapter twenty-nine
Abigail
One thing about the second trimester nobody warned me about?
I have never been more horny in my entire life.
To which you might be thinking…
Abigail, how lucky for you. You have four insanely sexy, cowboy baby daddies who want nothing more than to rail you into next Sunday.
To which I would reply…
Well, yes. I am one lucky bitch.
But the problem is… I can’t seem to get enough.
Not when Jas had to go on a quick work trip and somehow ended up dirty-talking me straight into an orgasm while he watched me touch myself until I was breathless and shaking against a pillow.
Not when I interrupted Lincoln one afternoon while he was working and he ended up bending me over Beau’s desk—which he was very proud of himself for, by the way—and groaned in my ear what a good girl I was.
It wasn’t enough when I dropped to my knees one morning while Lawson was eating breakfast, only for him to haul me up onto the counter and eat me out like I was a five-course meal.
And it certainly wasn’t enough this morning.
Because apparently, Beau playing guitar and singing is my version of catnip.
He’d been sitting in the living room, waiting for the others to get ready for the day, strumming absentmindedly while humming under his breath.
The sunlight had been spilling through the big front windows, catching in his dirty-blond hair while his voice rolled through the house all warm and low.
Every note he sang went straight to my core.
I lasted maybe two whole minutes before my brain stopped functioning properly, then I threw off my clothes right there in the middle of the living room, waited until he looked up, and slowly walked toward the stairs.
He followed me immediately.
By the time we made it to my bedroom… well, let’s just say he ended up being late for work.
And yet—here I am.
Wanting—no, needing, more.
Which is really fucking annoying considering I’m currently sitting on the fence beside the cattle pen staring at three shirtless men working under the warm, spring Montana sun.
The only one missing is Jasper.
He had to go to Billings for the afternoon.
Something I’ve noticed he’s been doing a little more often lately.
Not that it’s a problem… but it’s enough that I’ve noticed.
My gaze drifts back to the pen. Lincoln is leaning against the gate, helping guide a young calf toward its mother while Lawson works the latch on the opposite side. Then he helps Beau try to wrangle the next calf for vaccinations.
They’re just so sweaty.
And shirtless.
And so damn hot.
Lincoln straightens first, pushing a hand through his hair as he steps back from the gate. Lawson wipes the back of his forearm across his brow. And Beau stands and stretches, muscles pulling tight across his shoulders.
Jesus Christ.
My hormones should honestly come with a warning label.
I rest my chin in my palm as I continue to openly stare at them—not even pretending to be subtle.
“Careful there, Darlin’.” Beau’s voice carries across the pen without him even looking up. “I can feel you lookin’ at me, and you know what those eyes of yours do to me.”
“See somethin’ you like, Sweetheart?” Linc drawls. I like seeing him work outside with the rest of the guys every once in a while. There’s a light in his eyes that he doesn’t get doing anything else.
I tilt my head thoughtfully. “How about three somethings?”
Lawson snorts, and the other two laugh. Which is incredibly rude considering they’re the reason I’m currently suffering from pregnancy-induced, chronic horniness.
It’s a real medical condition. I’m almost sure of it.
I have an inclination of what would curb my cravings, but I know they won’t give it to me.
Ever since we found out I was pregnant, the four of them have suddenly decided that being with more than one of them at a time is too risky. It’s like some sort of coup happening under my very nose, I swear.
Which is ridiculous considering my OB—Dr. Harlow Reynolds, who might actually be the kindest woman alive and is somehow completely unfazed by the fact that my baby has four fathers—has repeatedly assured them everything is perfectly safe as long as we’re not pushing me past my limits.
Apparently, none of them has gotten that memo.
Or they did, and they’re just ignoring it.
Either way… if I want what I’ve been craving, I’m going to have to be the one to make it happen.
My gaze drifts past the pen toward the house. The new addition is already nearly finished. Which still blows my mind.
The guys wasted exactly zero time once we found out about the baby. Within three days, they’d hired contractors, and now there are two brand-new bedrooms and bathrooms on the main level.
I genuinely still don’t understand how they got completed so fast.
Some kind of construction sorcery is the only logical answer I can come up with. That, or they sacrificed something to the Home Depot gods.
Lawson and Jasper moved downstairs into the new bedrooms. Their reasoning was simple—once the baby arrives, they want two of them downstairs at night, just in case something happens.
Lincoln and Beau stayed upstairs in their rooms, the baby will take over Jasper’s old room, and I moved into Lawson’s since it has the most space and the biggest bathroom.
The guest room went back to being what it’s meant to be—a guest room.
Specifically for Chris and Billie, in case they want to stay over now and then once the baby arrives.
They have already also converted one of their two guest rooms into a nursery so they can easily watch the baby at their house.
Safe to say they were beyond thrilled to become grandparents.
Not once did they ask who the father was, not once did they ask if I wanted to know who the father was, and not once have they worried about what other people will think.
The only three things they care about are making sure me and the baby are okay, making sure the boys are ready to become fathers, and telling everyone and their mother that they are becoming grandparents.
Thinking about how excited they are makes my chest feel warm.
I came here with what felt like no family. And now I have more family than I ever thought possible. And now, because of me—because of us—this family is only getting busier.
So much has changed in six weeks.
The ranch itself feels alive again, too.
Spring has taken over the valley in slow, stubborn bursts of green. Fresh grass spreads across the pastures where a pile of snow used to sit, purple pasque flowers are starting to bloom along the riverbed and in patches through the fields, and the air smells like sun-warmed dirt and new growth.
The guys keep saying this weather is unusually warm for April. Apparently, Montana usually likes to pretend winter is still winning until May.
But I’m not going to lie and say I’m not loving it.
Especially today.
The sunlight on my skin feels incredible as my hand drifts down to my stomach.
At seventeen weeks, my bump is finally obvious now. I mean, it’s not huge, but it’s definitely there.
My jeans stopped fitting about two weeks ago, so today I’m wearing a long, casual, brown ruffle skirt, and a light cream sweater tucked into where the waistband sits above my belly, and my boots.
We decided to wait to find out the baby’s gender.
I told them I’ll be happy either way.
And I mean that.
But secretly? I’m hoping for a girl. A little red-haired menace running around this ranch, having their daddies wrapped around her little finger.
My thoughts are interrupted when Beau vaults the fence and starts walking toward me.
Slow.
Confident.
So damn sexy.
He stops between my knees where I’m perched on the railing, and his hands settle on my hips before he leans in and presses a soft kiss to my mouth. “Did this mornin’ not satisfy you, Darlin’?”
His voice is warm against my lips, and it takes everything in me not to bite my lip when I see a bead of sweat drip down his chest between his pecs. I hum thoughtfully. “Never satisfied.”
His eyes darken immediately. “My girl wants more?”
“Oh, I want more, alright,” I answer as I run my hand up his tan chest—because, Beau being Beau, has already had his shirt off a handful of days in the last couple weeks—and over the brand tattooed on his chest.
Behind him, I can hear Lincoln and Lawson approaching. The sound of their low laughter makes heat pool low in my stomach.
“Lord help us,” Lincoln mutters as he comes to a stop beside Beau. “She’s got that look again?”
“What look?” I ask sweetly.
“The one that reminds us you’re not as sweet as you like to pretend to be,” Lincoln answers. His eyes drag slowly over me, where I’m perched on the fence rail, skirt bunched up to accommodate Beau between my legs.
“Nah. She’s our naughty girl.” Beau’s hand wraps around my thigh. “I fuckin’ love it, too.”
Before I can respond, he leans in again. I expect another quick kiss. Something teasing. Something meant to rile me up before they go back to work.
Instead, his mouth captures mine in a bruising kiss.
My breath catches as his tongue slides past my lips, tasting like coffee and sunshine and the faintest hint of salt from working all morning. The kiss turns hungry in seconds, Beau’s hand tightening on my hip now, steadying me so I don’t fall.
A low sound rumbles out of his chest. It’s half groan, half warning. And all it does is cause my brain to short-circuit completely.
My fingers curl into the front of his jeans as I kiss him back, tilting my head to deepen it further, and for a second, the world narrows down to nothing but the warm press of his mouth and the steady beat of his heart against my chest.
Then, a large hand slides up the inside of my calf above my boots.
I jolt softly against Beau.
Lincoln.
His palm moves slowly beneath the fabric of my skirt, fingers trailing higher along my leg in a way that makes a shiver race up my spine. “More,” is all I manage to breathe out.
“Greedy girl.” Lincoln leans in and nips at my ear.
“Lincoln…” I whine.
Beau chuckles against my mouth before kissing me again, slower this time, like he’s savoring the moment because it’s about to be over.
For a moment, none of us says anything.
Just breathing.
Just touching.
Just standing here in the middle of the ranch while I wait for one of them to drop to their knees and—
Lawson clears his throat and I open my eyes.
Over Beau’s shoulder, I find him watching us, his chest rising and falling a little heavier than before, his eyes dark with lust.
He drags a hand down his beard before shaking his head slightly. “As much as I am into watching whatever’s happening here, let’s maybe take it inside, shall we?”
I blink at him. That wasn’t a “let’s stop.”
He gestures vaguely toward the road. “Last thing we need is someone drivin’ up and seein’ us fucking our girlfriend against a fence post.”
Heat floods my face, and Lincoln laughs under his breath.
Lawson’s gaze flicks back to mine, and he winks. And that’s when Beau suddenly scoops me up off the fence, cradling me in his arms.
I yelp, grabbing hold of his muscular shoulders. “Well… inside it is then.”
Lincoln falls into step beside us, his hand sliding briefly along my leg once more before he drops it. Lawson trails behind, expression still riddled with need.
Should have known all it would take for Lawson to get on board was a little watching.
Don’t know why I didn’t think of that sooner.
Wrapping my arms around Beau’s neck, I grin as he carries me toward the house, more than ready to get exactly what I’ve been wanting for weeks now.
And judging by the look in their eyes?
They’re more than willing to give it to me.