Roping the Cowboy (Circle B Ranch .5)

“Fuck,” he grunts into my neck. He moves inside me, and I can feel every solid, thick inch of him.

“Yes, yes,” I whisper, scratching my fingernails down his back, needing more of him. The orgasm builds quickly as we chase our release. As the sounds of his hushed pants fill the room, it doesn’t take long before we’re both losing ourselves in each other, never wanting to be found.

“Who needs coffee when I have you?” he teases with a grin before his lips press against mine in a deep, sated kiss. We stay connected for a moment longer as he worships my mouth. When we break apart and clean up, my nerves begin to get the best of me.

He clicks on the dim lamp on the bedside table and turns off the alarm that’s threatening to wake the neighbors in fifteen minutes because it’s so damn loud. We’re awake and have already had our exercise for the day, so we’re staying up. Lying back down, Braxton pulls me into his strong arms, and I mold against his body, listening to his heart beat in time with mine.

“Baby, I have something to tell you,” I say as he brushes his rough fingertips along my arm, creating goose bumps along the way.

He gives me that half-grin I’ve fallen in love with time and time again.

“What is it?” He searches my face, brushing loose sweaty strands of hair from my forehead.

“I’m pregnant,” I say.

A huge grin fills his face. “Really? Seriously? You are?”

I nod and am overcome with emotion by how happy this makes him. He loves Brayden with all of his heart, and we’ve been trying for the past couple of years to have more kids, but until now, it just hasn’t worked out for us.

“I realized I was late a couple of days ago, so I bought a few tests from the store. Then last night after you were already asleep, I got up and took a pregnancy test and then another and another. They were all positive, and I almost woke you up, but I know how much you’ve been working so I wanted to wait until this morning.”

“Baby, you could’ve, but either way, I’m so damn happy. I don’t even know what to say right now other than I love you. I love you so fucking much. Little B is going to have a baby brother or a sister.”

I wipe away a few tears. “I love you more than you’ll ever know, Braxton. I don’t take a day with you for granted. And who knows, maybe Little B will get one of each?”

“Twins?” He chuckles with wide eyes. “You think it’s possible?”

“It could be. Gigi told me twins run in the family. She has a set of cousins who are twins.”

Braxton lifts himself on one elbow and brushes his lips against mine. “Thank you, Kat. Thank you for being my best friend, my wife, and a wonderful mother. You’re my everything.”

“You’re my everything, cowboy. Always.”

TEN MONTHS LATER

Twins.

It must’ve been mother’s intuition after all because when I took the pregnancy test, it was almost as if I knew I was carrying two babies.

The first time I got to hold my baby girls, tears fell down my cheeks. They were so tiny and beautiful and everything I’d ever dreamed of. I’ll never forget the way Braxton looked at me with the proudest smile I’d ever seen.

Brayden loves his little sisters and wants to hold them as much as we’ll allow. I know he’s going to be overly protective of them when they are older; hell, he already is. Anytime he hears their little cries, he rushes over and has a chat with them, letting them know everything is going to be okay.

The twins were born a month ago, but between feedings and adjusting to our life with three kids, I’m so exhausted. Braxton took a month off to help because two babies are a totally different monster. Not to mention, Brayden still needs attention, though he’s been a sport about being a big brother and loves to help. Now that my cousin Callie helps manage the bakery, I didn’t feel so bad about not being available while on bedrest and maternity leave. She’s Mila’s older sister and moved here from Alabama a few years ago. She’s more than qualified, which reassures me that the bakery is being well taken care of. Not to mention, I hired a couple of other helpers to rotate shifts. Each week, I get an update on sales and how things are going, so I’m still in the know. It’s all been amazing and has worked out so smoothly.

I wake up before the alarm goes off and shake Braxton awake.

“Turn off the alarm, please,” I whisper.

“Hmm. Okay.” He reaches over and flicks the switch on the clock. Then he rolls back to me and grins. “Damn. You’re so beautiful, baby,” he tells me with awe as I yawn, feeling like a hot mess express even though the day hasn’t even started.