Stables (Black Gulch Ranch #2)

37. Chapter 36

Chapter 36

Dixon

Mid-morning sun breaks through the lightly swinging curtains when the air conditioning kicks on.

Shit, what time is it?

We didn’t crawl in bed until well past two. But seeing that buckskin colt be born healthy was worth every minute.

My next clinic rotation isn’t until next week, so I have all the time in the world.

Knowing that Paisley is in her crib means she can’t just run in here unannounced like the first few nights.

She’s better about staying in it, too. Saves Char and I the hassle of scurrying to cover up quickly.

The interruptions are always mid-stroke.

Makes the anticipation of release that much sweeter.

Maybe not this morning.

Brushing my palm between her snug tank top and the hem of her panties, I let it rest over her lower belly.

How long before I can feel the new life growing there?

Fuck, just the thought of it makes me rock hard.

I don’t think I’ve ever appreciated having my family until I met her. She makes me want to fill the world, surround ourselves with love and laughter. To bring more of her light is my new purpose in life.

Each tiny soul bearing a piece of her, so I’d never have to go a moment without a reminder of her.

The thought makes me want her so badly, my cock twitches in need.

My fingers move lower, slow enough not to wake her.

I just can’t stop myself from wanting to touch her.

Her pink lips purse in slumber, her dark lashes flutter over her cheeks, but she doesn’t wake when I reach the soft curls at the apex of her thighs.

The highlight of every day is watching her come undone.

Sliding further, I’m surprised to find her already wet. Is she dreaming of me?

It doesn’t matter, she’ll be screaming my name by the time she wakes up.

Drawn to heat, she doesn’t twitch when I pull her panties down and nestle myself between her smooth legs.

Only when my mouth closes over her soft clit does she gasp before raising her arms and arching her chest from the mattress in a languid, moaning stretch.

“Morning, little momma.” I tug her hips closer, draping her knees over my shoulders so I can fully taste my girl.

“Are you ready to be a daddy?” The rose of a blush works over her smile. “Daddy Dixon?” Drawing out the name, she ends by rolling her pink bottom lip between her teeth.

It shoots a bolt of electricity down through my loins hearing the words.

“Mhmm. Say it again.” Diving deeper, my tongue flattens over her, flicking her budded clit, then pushing two fingers into her tight pussy.

“Daddy,” she pants. “Dixon.” Her dark curls spread over the pillow as she writhes, clutching the sheets, her thighs open, begging me with her body for more.

Every utterance makes me grind against the mattress until I’m leaking.

“I love how you say that,” I growl against her sensitive pussy.

Her nails find my scalp, tugging at my hair as she gyrates into my face. “And I love you…daddy.”

The phrase barely breaks her lips before she’s trembling over the cusp of release, dousing me with her climax. Her inner muscles clamp over my knuckles, milking my fingers with her torrid orgasm.

Limply, she falls back to the bed, but I’m far from finished with her.

I let my teeth find the sensitive skin of the inside of her leg, nipping hard enough to make her spasm.

Wrapping my hands beneath her ass, I roll onto my back, lifting her above me in a fluid movement.

She leans on the headboard, her forehead resting on her forearms, still panting through the last of the tremors shuddering through her small frame.

I can’t wait until I can look up and see the round swell of her belly above me, ripe with our child. “Sit.”

“Dix, I need just a sec—”

I’m too impatient to give her a reprieve, so I interrupt her with a hard smack to the round globe of her ass.

She jolts, forcing her juicy pussy onto my mouth.

“Good girl,” I murmur before devouring her dripping cunt, licking and sucking until her full breasts heave under the thin fabric of her tank top.

Letting my fingers work beneath it, I pinch her nipples, holding her up as she rocks over my face.

She’s close.

I can hear it in her breathy moans, feel it in the quiver in her thighs.

“Come for me, Char.” My tongue pushes as deep as I can go. “Soak me.” A rapid flicker over her engorged clit. “Drown me.” Another flat smack to her hip is the last tipping point before I’m gifted with a flood that pours over my mouth and dribbles down my cheeks.

The dark tresses of her hair frame her round lips, the flush of ecstasy spreading up her corded throat.

Exquisite.

Mine.

Pulling her down, I let her catch her breath on my chest, even though my cock is throbbing.

With every exhale, I shift her lower, until with a roll of my hips I sink into her in one explosive thrust.

Her nails dig into my ribs. “So…fucking…big.” A tremor rolls through her as she pushes herself up.

“All for you. Go on, ride me cowgirl.” My arm tucks behind my head to get a better view.

She swivels her pelvis, rubbing my swollen tip deep against the tight knot of her womb.

I can never get enough of her.

Sweat glistens on her brow when she lifts her chin to the ceiling.

“Dix…” She arches over me, her thighs clenching on my flanks.

“That’s it. Buck, baby.” Lodging my heels into the thick comforter, I ram my ass into the air, pistoning myself into her tight recesses until I can feel the pressure in my loins build to a boil.

Pushing my finger into the tiny muscle of her ass makes her hands seize into my abs as my name rises in a scream.

Losing myself into the contractions of her body, I spill my hot seed into her pulsing pussy.

Collapsing over me, we both twitch through the aftershocks.

“Mommy!” Paisley’s voice carries through the closed door.

Char laughs softly, then her lips press against my neck in a gentle bite before she pushes herself up. “Quite a bronc ride, daddy.”

“Keep that up, we’ll be here for another round.” My palm finds her butt in a light pat when my softening dick slides out of her.

“Maybe when we go to the garden, we can find something else to plant.” A smile plays along the edge of her mouth as she fishes her underwear off the end of the bed.

“Oh, it’s already sown. I’ll just keep fertilizing.” Wiping the slick off my mustache, I head to the bathroom to clean up while she attends to Paisley.

Char’s blue eyes widen, and she glances down at my naked crotch. “I suppose we’ll find out soon?”

“Yep. After today, everything changes.”

Her face is pale clutching the tiny white boxes on her lap.

“Do you want to do it now, or wait until morning?” My palm finds her thigh while my other turns the steering wheel of my Tundra into the driveway of her house.

There isn’t much left in it, mostly the few pieces of furniture that didn’t make sense to move.

The grain in the silo is the last important thing. Mason suggested waiting until we have the trucking lease next month and have everything hauled at the same time.

Makes sense to me.

It’s giving Char time to harvest what she wants from her garden, move the plants she wants to keep, and say goodbye to her family home.

But from what she’s shared about her upbringing, there aren’t a lot of happy memories.

My goal is to make sure that our new one overflows with them.

Turning off the truck doesn’t kill the buzzing sound I hear.

Shit, my phone.

“Hey, Blue. What’s up?” I hold up a finger to Char, then move around the hood to get her door.

I want to be there when she finds out.

“Dix, I’m sending you some pictures to see if she can identify any of these horses.” He sounds hurried.

“Let me check.” I flip him to the speaker so I can open the photos as I follow Char to the bathroom.

Fuck, I must be getting old. These are blurry as hell.

“I dunno, it’s hard to pick out any features.” Holding my screen farther doesn’t help my focus.

Waiting on her to flush, I push in as she sets one of the test sticks on the counter.

“Do you recognize any of these?” Handing her my cell, it’s hard not to want to focus on the tiny line in the results window.

Her eyes keep flicking between the counter and the fuzzy images. “No, I’m sorry, Blue. I can’t really make them out. Can you email them and we’ll look at them at home?”

He curses quietly enough we can’t make it out. “How long will that take?”

“Two hours.” My words echo in the small bathroom.

It’s bare in here without the towels and daisy rug on the floor.

We made sure to keep that.

“I don’t have that long. They’re loading them up. Where are you? This could be our only chance.” The urgency in his voice speaks volumes. He’s not one to get worked up easily.

“We’re at Char’s old place, the Hughes Farm out on Pine Crest.” I catch a glimpse of the time in the corner of my screen.

One more minute.

“Perfect, you’re on the way.” There’s a slamming sound and I can hear his engine start.

“Dix?” Char’s voice climbs as she stares at the pregnancy test.

“Holy shit.” It’s all I can breathe out.

“Dixon? You alright? What’s wrong?” Worry tinges Blue’s question.

I nearly drop my phone. “Nothing’s wrong. It’s the best thing in the world. I’m gonna be a father.”