Roped by Remy Blake (21)

Six Months Later

I’m seconds away from opening our bedroom door to leave when Blaire calls to stop me. “I forgot to give you your present.”

Turning, I see her fumbling out of bed, trying to hold the sheets over her naked body. “Babe, your mouth already gave me a gift this morning.”

She waves me off as she staggers across the room, trying not to trip over the bedding. “Not that. There’s something else.” Wrapped in tissue paper, she pulls an awkwardly shaped item out of a plain white box. “Here,” she says handing it to me. “Open it.”

Slowly, I tear it open and find a brand new black Stetson cowboy hat. Made out of fur felt, it features a cattleman’s crown and a three piece buckle. It’s a million times nicer than the ratty one Blaire made me wear when I first arrived here.

Placing the hat back in the box, I clutch the material she’s covered herself in and drag her forward, closer to me. “Did I move up in the world?”

Opening her arms, she rests her hands on my shoulders, cocooning us in the sheet. Content, she stands there, her nakedness alluring and distracting. “Of course, the original hat was the one I gave my fuck buddies, but this is the longtime lover one.”

I raise an eyebrow in question, “fuck buddies?” I know she’s joking, but the thought still sends a flurry of jealousy straight through me.

“You’re aware I have a past right?”

“No.” I trace a finger down the valley of her breasts, making my way to her center. “You were put on this earth at the age of twenty nine, just for me. Nobody else.” She giggles at my stupidity, but I turn it into a moan; pressing my finger against her clit. “Nobody else,” I repeat.

“Now, tell me about the hat.”

“Chase,” she pants. “You know I can’t concentrate with you doing that.”

“I can stop.”

Her hand lands on mine. “No. Don’t do that.”

I run my finger up and down her wet slit, effortlessly slipping a finger inside. “It makes me crazy how wet you are for me.” I add another finger, teasing her. “We just had sex an hour ago. You’d think I never take care of my girl.”

My slick fingers make me greedy for her all over again. Like a crazed man, I lunge for her mouth while my fingers vigorously pump the orgasm out of her. She bends at my will with every touch, and I love it. It makes me want to beat on my chest and scream to the world, only I fucking do that to her.

She trembles around me, and I release her mouth from mine, sucking on my wet fingers instead. “Now, tell me about the hat.”

“Today’s a big day for us, that’s all.” The truth in that one sentence, makes its way straight to my heart. It threatens to beat right out of my chest, as I become constantly enamoured by Blaire and her world. “We finally get to see the floor plans for our dream home.”

Life has been bliss ever since King Ranch Resort’s grand opening. The success alone would make anyone feel on top of the world, CM Advertising has grown exponentially; everyone wanting to know about the city guy behind the country campaign. It’s more than I could have ever anticipated for myself on a professional level, but personally, life with Blaire has been the biggest reward.

When I returned we spent a week in bed, with nothing to do but be acquainted with every single part of one another. We didn't come up for air. Eating, sleeping, fucking, making love. We were in our own little world, refusing to take our second chance for granted. It also gave us time to talk about the hard stuff. Expectations, differences, and compromises.

We went back and forth a lot, from New York, to San Diego and back to the Ranch, but it became too exhausting. Eventually I put my foot down, and told Mark I wanted to live at the ranch, but I wasn’t prepared to give up my half of the business.

Thankfully, Mark is a hopeless romantic and he was more than happy with the thought of me following my girl. We agreed he would manage our New York Office, and I would have my own office in Wyoming. Ultimately it was like having two branches, on the condition that neither of us were adverse to travel.

It was the easiest decision I ever made. Before this, nothing felt permanent. Nothing felt like home; until Blaire. She barrelled her way into my heart with her firecracker personality. There was no stopping her. I didn’t stand a chance.

She steps on her tiptoes and presses a soft kiss to the side of my mouth, “I just wanted to commemorate the day my City Boy became full-time country.”

Slipping the hat on, I tip the brim at Blaire. “So, am I supposed to wear this all day?”

“No, just while you cook me breakfast and maybe again later when you pull out those chaps I bought you last week. You know the ones you haven’t worn yet. I want to see your strip tease—see if it measures up to the one I got at Jackson’s Hole.”

Growling, I leave the room and make my way down the stairs and into the kitchen. I grab all the ingredients for bacon and eggs and start everything cooking before Blaire joins me.

She wraps her arms around my waist and presses a kiss between my shoulder blades. “You better behave or there will be no breakfast.”

She giggles and moves over to the table to spread out the blue prints. Her finger traces over them before she leans forward, both hands braced on the table with her ass on display for my ogling.

“I can feel you staring at my butt. It feels like it’s on fire.”

I smile. “Honestly, I’m surprised it isn’t. Although it is burning hot.”

She snorts and continues looking at our house plans. I turn off the burners and plate up our food, setting them down on the counter. Making my way to the table, I lean over and search for all the extra details we added the last time we met with our architect. After I find each one, I begin going over all the other areas.

“Hey, I don’t remember this being here.” I point to a room next to the master bedroom.

“Oh, that... that’s something I had the architect add earlier this week.”

“Without discussing it with me?” I quirk a brow at her. “I thought you were going to be better about making decisions together?”

“Well, I wanted to run this by you, but I also wanted to surprise you.” She moves her hands side to side as if she’s weighing out her options.

“Is this my man cave? I know we decided against having one, but did you have a change of heart?” I can feel my eyebrows rising with an optimistic expression.

She laughs. There goes that thought.

“When are you going to let me in on this surprise?”

“Do you want to take another guess at what that room’s for?”

“A library?”

“No, but I like that idea. Why didn’t we put one on the plans?”

“Blaire,” I growl. “Tell me what it’s for.”

“That room...right there,” she places her finger on the space, “is for our baby.”

“Our baby?”

“Yep, baby Harrison will sleep right there close to Mommy and Daddy’s room.”

“How soon are we talking about a baby sleeping there?” I try to keep my expression neutral, but I’m dizzy with hope. I know it shows on my face plain as day. It’s practically oozing out of my pores as I stare at Blaire, willing her to say the words I want to hear.

“Oh, about seven months from now.”

“You’re serious, right? This isn’t some joke to pay me back for something I don’t even remember doing?”

“We’re pregnant.”

“Really?”

“Chase, your baby is residing in my uterus as we speak.” I wrap my arms around her waist and spin her around before setting her down on the table. Slipping between her legs, I crouch and place my hands on her stomach. Our child is in there. How did I get so blessed?

“I can’t believe we’re having a baby. God, I love you.” Straightening up, I connect our lips in a long, slow kiss. “Come on.” I lift her and set her down on her feet. Clasping her hand, I lead her out of the kitchen, through the dining room and to the front hallway.

“Chase, where are we going?”

“Shopping.”

“Now? For what?”

“Baby clothes, cowboy hats, a new horse?” I’m fucking rambling out of excitement.

“Chase,” she pulls against me, stopping us. “What are you doing?”

“I’m doing what I always do when it comes to you. I’m falling in love all over again, and losing my heart to the experience.”

THE END