The Cowboy's Secret Baby: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance by Monica Castle
Authors: Monica Castle
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Chapter1
It was a dark night in Jackson Hole, Wyoming, and every star in the heavens shone down on the little mountain town, glittering like a hidden gem in the deep valley of the Teton mountains. It was a warm summer night, and cool breezes drifted through the evergreen pine trees, over the river, and through the festival that was reaching its peak in the town square.
Lively music sounded from a busy band on the stage, and a crowd of people danced exuberantly with each other on the dance floor, turning and twisting, laughing and calling out with whoops of excitement and joy.
One of them was a tall man, filled out with solid muscle, who was squeezed into his Wrangler jeans and a dark blue button-up shirt. The shirt matched his blue eyes that looked out from beneath his black Stetson cowboy hat, though his eyes were sparkling more like the stars above him. He had a squared jaw and a clean shaven face. His dark brown hair with golden highlights was tucked beneath his hat and his mouth was curved into a wide smile.
He was dancing with a redhead who looked as if she might have had just a little too much to drink and, as he spun her, he noticed that she was reaching the end of her night rather quickly. He caught her up in his arms and helped her walk off of the dance floor, waving to her friends to come help her.
“Oh no!” her blonde friend said. “Is she all right?”
“Who me?” the redhead said looking up slowly and giggling. “I... I‘fe ne‘er been bet- better... inmywholelife! I’m haveen a grea-time,” she slurred out in her almost incoherent speech. She looked around at her friends as the cowboy held her up carefully and she grinned. “I luf you guys so much. D-dyouknow that? I do.” She swayed and giggled and her head drooped slightly before she looked back up.
“I think she’s done for tonight.” He nodded to them and handed her off. They smiled and thanked him with apologies for their friend and he waved it off and went back to the party. He stood at the edge of the dance floor watching everyone have fun and heard a soft voice speaking next to him.
“That was a really nice thing you did, looking out for that girl and getting her back to her friends.”
He turned and looked down and caught his breath. Standing beside him was a woman who was just a little taller than his shoulder with the face of a cover model; green eyes like the sea, high curved cheek bones, a delicate jaw line, a longer straight nose, and full luscious lips that were smiling at him. Her skin was a beautiful mahogany brown, with a warm lustrous glow to it.
Her black hair was short and framed around her face almost in a pixie cut, making her neck look long and graceful, just like the rest of her fit and toned body. She was toned and trim, but her curves made her look more womanly than girlish.
He was entranced by her, staring at her face, trying to focus on all of the beauty of it at once and feeling as if he couldn't quite take it all in simultaneously.
“I’m Maggie.” She extended her slender hand to him and he reached for her to shake her hand, surprised at her strength.
“Jonathon. Jonathon Tanner,” he told her as a smile spread over his face and he shook his head and began to grin. “I’m sorry, you’re just so... beautiful!” He laughed and looked down at his boots, and then raised his eyes to the band for a moment before looking back at her.
“I’m just surprised, and I’m not often surprised by people,” he said as he shook his head a little more.
“Well, thank you, Mr. Tanner, I appreciate the compliment.” She tilted her head toward the outdoor dance floor and raised her eyebrow. “Would you like to dance?” she asked with a grin. “Since you seem to be shy one partner?”
Jonathon nodded and took her hand, leading her out onto the dance floor. “I’m a pretty good dancer...” he said with a wink as he slid his hand around her back and began to turn her to the music.
She laughed at him.
It was a dark night in Jackson Hole, Wyoming, and every star in the heavens shone down on the little mountain town, glittering like a hidden gem in the deep valley of the Teton mountains. It was a warm summer night, and cool breezes drifted through the evergreen pine trees, over the river, and through the festival that was reaching its peak in the town square.
Lively music sounded from a busy band on the stage, and a crowd of people danced exuberantly with each other on the dance floor, turning and twisting, laughing and calling out with whoops of excitement and joy.
One of them was a tall man, filled out with solid muscle, who was squeezed into his Wrangler jeans and a dark blue button-up shirt. The shirt matched his blue eyes that looked out from beneath his black Stetson cowboy hat, though his eyes were sparkling more like the stars above him. He had a squared jaw and a clean shaven face. His dark brown hair with golden highlights was tucked beneath his hat and his mouth was curved into a wide smile.
He was dancing with a redhead who looked as if she might have had just a little too much to drink and, as he spun her, he noticed that she was reaching the end of her night rather quickly. He caught her up in his arms and helped her walk off of the dance floor, waving to her friends to come help her.
“Oh no!” her blonde friend said. “Is she all right?”
“Who me?” the redhead said looking up slowly and giggling. “I... I‘fe ne‘er been bet- better... inmywholelife! I’m haveen a grea-time,” she slurred out in her almost incoherent speech. She looked around at her friends as the cowboy held her up carefully and she grinned. “I luf you guys so much. D-dyouknow that? I do.” She swayed and giggled and her head drooped slightly before she looked back up.
“I think she’s done for tonight.” He nodded to them and handed her off. They smiled and thanked him with apologies for their friend and he waved it off and went back to the party. He stood at the edge of the dance floor watching everyone have fun and heard a soft voice speaking next to him.
“That was a really nice thing you did, looking out for that girl and getting her back to her friends.”
He turned and looked down and caught his breath. Standing beside him was a woman who was just a little taller than his shoulder with the face of a cover model; green eyes like the sea, high curved cheek bones, a delicate jaw line, a longer straight nose, and full luscious lips that were smiling at him. Her skin was a beautiful mahogany brown, with a warm lustrous glow to it.
Her black hair was short and framed around her face almost in a pixie cut, making her neck look long and graceful, just like the rest of her fit and toned body. She was toned and trim, but her curves made her look more womanly than girlish.
He was entranced by her, staring at her face, trying to focus on all of the beauty of it at once and feeling as if he couldn't quite take it all in simultaneously.
“I’m Maggie.” She extended her slender hand to him and he reached for her to shake her hand, surprised at her strength.
“Jonathon. Jonathon Tanner,” he told her as a smile spread over his face and he shook his head and began to grin. “I’m sorry, you’re just so... beautiful!” He laughed and looked down at his boots, and then raised his eyes to the band for a moment before looking back at her.
“I’m just surprised, and I’m not often surprised by people,” he said as he shook his head a little more.
“Well, thank you, Mr. Tanner, I appreciate the compliment.” She tilted her head toward the outdoor dance floor and raised her eyebrow. “Would you like to dance?” she asked with a grin. “Since you seem to be shy one partner?”
Jonathon nodded and took her hand, leading her out onto the dance floor. “I’m a pretty good dancer...” he said with a wink as he slid his hand around her back and began to turn her to the music.
She laughed at him.
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