Page 17 of Caught By A Cowboy

“Why don’t you fill it with some more?” I challenge him, and this time when I bite my lip it’s not because I’m nervous, it’s because I know how much he likes it.

“You're such a brat.” He shakes his head and laughs. “I’m gonna make ya a pregnant, little brat,” he promises, reaching down and stealing my lip so it sits between his teeth instead of mine. “I’m gonna own this fuckin’ body, Mads. I’m gonna knock you up, and you're gonna let me take care of you.” I get a warm sensation in my stomach when I think about how that might feel. The way he went feral on Adam earlier came as a shock but made me feel so protected. I believe what he says, Icandepend on him and, maybe, that's why having his baby doesn’t seem like such a bad idea.

“Fuck!” His thrusts get harder and faster and his hands grip my body like he’s unsure where to place them. “This is what the thought of knocking you up does to me,” he growls as he fucks me deeper into his mattress. “It makes me feel fuckin’ savage. I could have killed him earlier, I swear I could have fuckin’ killed him.” I hear his words but the force trapped inside me is scratching to be let out so I ignore them.

“Come with me, pretty girl. Squeeze around my cock and take what ya need from it.” His words are like a trigger, and I moan out loud as I tighten around him.

“That's right. Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

His hand tightens around my hip as he spills into me, and I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him tight like I did the time before.

“You good?” he whispers a few beats later.

“I’m good,” I tell him, realizing that I mean it. Iamgood. I’m really good and, as mad as this idea is, I think I want it as much as he does.

“Where do you think you're going?” Jace speaks without opening his eyes, and the arm he has wrapped around my middle drags me tighter to his body.

“In case you’ve forgotten, I have a mob to feed and Cheerios don’t cut it.” I lean my head over when his mouth presses against my neck.

“I thought I fired you,” he whispers.

“I’m looking at what happened last night as being more of a promotion.” I look down at my stomach and try to imagine how it would look if I did get pregnant. It puts a tingle between mylegs that I have to ignore because I can’t risk pissing off those bunkhouse boys again.

“Damn right,” Jace tells me, reaching down and pressing his fingers where that tingle is.

“Jace. I really need to get to work. If I’m staying here, I want to pull my weight.”

“Ifya staying?” He raises one of his brows, then rolls himself on top of me. “Princess, last night you made a commitment and while there's a chance you’re carrying my child, I’m not letting you out of my sight.” I feel a nervous flutter in my chest when his hand slides over my stomach. If my mother knew about this she would have me sectioned.

“So, I guess I better get learning how to cook.” I drag myself away from him, lifting his shirt up from the floor and sliding it on. I do up the buttons as I make my way out the door and put some space between us. Being around Jace seems to make me forget all logic and reason. Am I really going to let a complete stranger knock me up? My life is a mess right now, yet the thought of it seems so…appealing.

I head downstairs into the kitchen, looking through the cupboards and feeling uninspired by what's here. I’m never going to be like the woman on TV last night, but surely I can throw something together that will keep these cowboys happy.

I start by flicking on the coffee machine, then wander over to the fridge and glance over my options.

“What do you think you're doing?” I hear Jace’s deep, throaty voice and slam the refrigerator door shut.

“Just looking at what we got. I’m figuring I should serve up something hot…maybe some eggs. Surely I can’t screw up scrambl—” My feet get taken from beneath me when he grabs my thighs and slams my ass hard on the kitchen counter.

“What I meant is, what do you think you're doing, down here, wearing just my shirt?” He stands between my legs and slides his fingers up the outside of my thighs.

“I’m getting a head start on breakfast.”

“You’re showing off far too much of what's mine,” he tells me, kissing my lips and making my knees tremble.

I hear a throat clear and when I turn my head to the door, the man wearing a suit who stands in its frame looks unimpressed by what he sees.

“Uncle Jamie.” Jace turns his body so he’s blocking mine, while I blush awkwardly. “Little early for you, ain’t it?” His body language changes instantly, suddenly he’s rigid and very serious.

“I’m heading out of town for a trail.” His uncle steps inside and places a briefcase on the kitchen table. “I didn’t know you were entertaining,” He makes an obvious point of glancing over Jace’s shoulder at me, and I don’t like the way he looks me up and down. “I would have called ahead.”

“No need, you know you're always welcome here.” Jace’s voice doesn't match his words and I can sense some serious tension between the two of them.

“I just called by to ensure that the Mathers situation will be dealt with while I’m gone.” The way he narrows his eyes almost seems threatening.

“It’ll be dealt with,” Jace assures him.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go find some pants.” I slide off the counter and smile at Uncle Jamie as I make my way out the door.

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