Page 114 of Giddy Up, Daddy

My Hunky Cowboys

By Rayanna Jamison

Penniless after being cut off by my father, with only my designer wardrobe to keep me warm, I do the only thing I can do. Join my matchmaker bestie in Blue River, where I have eight months to find a respectable man to settle down with or else I lose my trust for good.

Blue River is crawling with beefcakes, and finding one isn’t that hard. I think I’ve hit the jackpot with sexy rancher Bo, until he shows up on my doorstep with his… boyfriend?

Being with 2 men is an opportunity straight out of my fantasies, but it’s not one that’s going to put me back in my father’s good graces.

Still, one night couldn’t hurt… Right?

Chapter One

Bo

“A baby?” I stare at Nate, my foster brother, business partner and boyfriend, dumbfounded. “What are we supposed to do with a baby?”

“Take care of it, usually.” He rolls his eyes at me like the question is the dumbest one he’s ever heard.

The baby in his arms, with her chubby thighs and pink cheeks, shoves her fist in her mouth and slobbers on it. As babies go, she’s cute, but she was definitely not part of our five-year plan.

“Aleshia’s in jail. She put me down as the father. A social worker called this afternoon. What was I supposed to do?”

Ask if it’s yours?

I stifle the sarcastic response, because it’s a dumb one, and not helpful. I don’t know much about babies, but this one is clearly his. She’s the spitting image of my dark-haired, blue-eyed brother, down to the turned-up nose and deep dimples. And it’s been about a year and a half since he slept with Aleshia, right before we got together and started the ranch.

“How old is she? What’s her name?” I ask begrudgingly instead.

“Nine months. Her name is Amelia.” He reaches down to pat a diaper bag slung over his shoulder. “The social worker set me up with a few days’ worth of supplies, but I think we need to go into town and get some baby stuff.”

I sigh deeply, thinking about our already unsurmountable to-do list. Running a ranch like ours, the work never stops. I pinch the bridge of my nose. “We just bought a goddamn ranch. We don’t have time for a baby.”

Nate ignores my protest. “Knock it off, Bo. You know we don’t really have a choice.”

“Yeah. I know.” The way we were both raised in the system, there’s no way we would ever put that same fate on a tiny baby, especially not one of our own.

Panic has me clamming up as my heart turns into a jackhammer in my chest. The baby cuddles against Nate’s chest, her eyes drooping with sleep. “What are we gonna do?” I ask.

He shrugs. “We’ll do what we have to. We’ll figure it out, day by day. Minute by minute if we have to.”

Dammit. We need to talk about this. I grab his hand and tug him toward the back bedroom in the sprawling ranch home that came with the property.

When we get there, I close the door behind us, then grab a drawer from the dresser, yank it out, and unceremoniously dump all his boxers and socks on the floor in a pile. I grab a sweatshirt from one of my drawers, and fold it up, using it to pad the bottom of the drawer while Nate looks on suspiciously. I gesture to the makeshift bed. “Put her down in there, while we talk.”

He frowns, but carefully kneels and manages to put her down without jostling her enough to wake her. The drawer is large, but it barely fits her and I put a crib at the top of my mental shopping list.

As soon as she’s down, and he’s standing, I close the space between us and pull him into my arms. “You okay?” I whisper.

And just like that, the cocky, self-assured hunk of a man melts into my arms. “I have a baby.” His words come out in a jagged whisper. I can hear the panic start to seep in and realize he was probably in shock before.

I pull him even closer, wrapping my arms around him. My earlier annoyance turns to something else. “We have a baby.” The words come out so easily, because even though I don’t have a clue what we will do or how we will manage, I know we are in this together. We always have been.

“Daddy,” Nate whispers, clinging to me.

“C’mon baby.” I lead him over to the bed, marveling at the way human bodies work. We’re knee-deep in the middle of a real crisis, there’s a baby sleeping not fifteen feet away, but my cock is hard beneath my jeans, aching for him, and I can see that he’s feeling the same.

Nate’s had a shock and now he needs his Daddy to make it better. I lay him back on the bed, and brush a dark curl from his eyes. “You feeling a little out of sorts?” I ask hopefully. I sure as hell am. What always works for him has a certain catharsis in it for me as well.

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