The Rancher's Nanny

“I would, but right now I can’t think.”

He climbed up behind her, taking the reins and getting her to ease back against him. Leaving the barn, he took off at a slow trot, allowing her to get used to the feel of the horse.

“This feels really weird,” she said.

He took one of her hands and placed it on his thigh before doing the same with the other.

“I’ve got this, and I’ve got you. I’m not going to let anything happen to either of you.”

She nodded. “Okay, yes, I’ve got this.”

Her hands squeezed his thighs, and he smiled, leaning close to kiss her temple. She was so beautiful.

The further they got from the house, and the longer he was on the horse, she began to relax, and he took his time.

He didn’t want to rush or startle her.

Once they came over a large hill, he heard her gasp. She’d been with them for a couple of months, and he’d not taken her out yet.

“Oh, my,” she said.

“What is it?”

“It’s just so beautiful. I can’t remember ever seeing something so amazing.”

This did make him smile because that meant a great deal to him. He’d always loved the ranch, even as a kid. “I’ve never thought of being anywhere else in the world.”

“Not once?”

“Nope. Not even when I did something wrong, and Dad would rant and rave, and he’d get so mad. I still loved it. I loved learning how to ride my first horse, and then fixing the fence, dealing with the cattle. I love all of it. Mom always said that ranching wasn’t for everyone. Mike and I, it was natural to us.”

“It is hard work though.”

“Yeah, but when you’re doing something you love and it’s more of a calling, it’s not exactly hard to do, and I don’t find the long days all that.” Especially when he had Maddie to go home to.

In fact, just this past week, there had been a few freezing cold mornings, and his body had ached from the chill, but just thinking of Maddie, and how she warmed his bed, that was enough to keep him moving. When he got home, after a nice, hot meal and warm bath, he’d sink balls deep inside her, and that had been the best pleasure of all, feeling her cunt wrapped around him.

“Paige loves it here, and she’s always talking about it.”

It had been a couple of weeks since Maddie had gone into the school to have dinner with Paige. He also knew his little girl had loved every second of it. She didn’t care that everyone called Maddie the nanny. No, she’d loved having a mommy to talk to.

Paige had told him everything from the way Maddie smiled at everyone, and she didn’t treat the kids like babies. She talked with everyone, and some of the kids thought Paige was cool for having a mommy like Maddie.

She then asked him if Maddie could be her new mommy, and since then, every time he thought of Maddie pregnant with his kid, he wanted to see it happen. He wanted to know his cum filled her pussy and knocked her up.

He wanted to possess, own, and fucking breathe her.

Maddie had gotten under his skin, and she didn’t even know it.

“Did you bring her out like this?” Maddie asked, breaking into his thoughts.

“When she was a little girl, and Mom was tired. I’d bring her out, and she’d hold or hand me tools to help me fix things. She was always a great worker.” He kissed her temple.

For the next hour, they traveled around the ranch, and he pointed out where he cut his favorite pair of pants attempting to the jump the fence. Where he went riding with Mike when they were kids, and trying to get their horses to go faster, so one of them could be crowned the winner.

Each story he told her, he heard the laughter, and he hoped she saw another side of him. A side that was willing to share his life with her, and not only willing, but wanted to.

“This is all so amazing, Caleb.” They stopped at the lake. The thin layer of ice had melted as the temperature had turned mild. He knew it would only be another week or so before it was completely frozen solid.

His horse licked at the water, and Maddie moved to his side, holding onto his arm and snuggling against him.

“I don’t have any amazing stories to tell, or great scenery to show you. I tended to play with my dolls growing up. At least the ones I was allowed to keep.”

“Emily?”

“What she wanted, she always got. She was the first, so she got spoiled a lot. I think at times they felt guilty for having me because they didn’t really want me.”

He’d noticed not once had they made an attempt to visit the ranch. The few times he’d been in town, he’d seen her sister and the guy she was with. He’d also seen her parents as his mother had pointed them out.