The Billionaire Cowboy: A Billionaire's Club Story
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Authors: Mandy Baxter
Tags: #Fiction, #rancher, #Romance, #Contemporary, #Cowboy
The Billionaire Cowboy
Mandy Baxter
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Many thanks to everyone at St. Martin’s Press, including my editor, Monique Patterson, Alexandra Sehulster, and the awesome cover designers, copy editors, and proof readers who helped to make this story shine. Also a huge thanks to my agent, Natanya Wheeler and everyone over at NYLA who continue to support me. I have to give a shout-out as well to Chelsea Meuller for sharing her knowledge of Texas with me and answering questions like, “So, is it t-shirt weather in Texas in December?” And for the record, in Idaho, fifty degrees is
totally
t-shirt weather.
“You’re about to have one pissed-off female on your hands, brother.”
Ryder Blackwell looked askance at his younger brother before turning his attention back to the plume of dust rising in a rooster tail behind the Chevy pickup barreling down the road toward his ranch.
“You’re probably right,” he agreed. And that was the point. To get her out here. “She looked pretty pissed at the auction, didn’t she?”
Jason snorted. “She looked like she wanted to take your head off. And while I like a violent streak in a woman, I don’t think you’re prepared for the heat she’s gonna bring. You’ll be lucky if she doesn’t run you over with her truck.”
A smile curved Ryder’s lips as he considered the possibilities. The Chevy rounded the last turn on the ranch road and the back tires drifted to the left before correcting. “You’re a faithless son of a bitch, Jase, betting against your brother like that. I can handle anything she dishes out.”
Jason gave his brother a not-so-gentle nudge, connecting his fist with Ryder’s shoulder. “You keep telling yourself that, big brother. As much as I’d like to stick around and watch you get your ass handed to you, I’ve got to get back to Dallas. The postseason is kicking my ass and I’m not giving Coach McNealy any reason not to start me.”
It was Jase’s third season with the Cowboys and Ryder knew that his brother protected his spot on the team with a ferocity that made a hornet look cuddly. He worked twice as hard as anyone else on the team and never gave anyone—including those asshole ESPN commentators who accused him of buying his way onto the team—any reason to cut him down. “Later, brother. Try to keep your fool head on your shoulders, all right?”
“Please.” Jase sounded almost offended as he climbed into his Maserati. “Ain’t no one gonna catch me.”
The engine of the sports car roared to life and gravel sprayed out from under the tires as Jase took off down the road. When he passed the Chevy, Jase honked his horn a couple of times in a playful rhythm. Ryder snorted. No doubt that’d do a lot to cool Lara’s jets.
As the Chevy skidded to a stop not three feet from where Ryder stood, a burst of adrenaline shot through his veins. There was something about her anger that got his blood up. And didn’t that make him a sick son of a bitch?
“You bastard!” Lara Montgomery propelled herself from the truck like the little rocket she was and rounded on Ryder with the force of a tornado. “You knew I wanted her. I saved up for
a year
for that horse and you bought her out from under me!”
Something caught in Ryder’s chest as he took in every detail of the woman standing before him: her face flushed with rage, her crystalline blue eyes full of fire. Her dark chestnut hair was wild and wind-tossed, framing her face with loose curls that he longed to smooth away from her cheeks. Goddamn, she was beautiful. And since the day he met her, she was an itch he’d been dying to scratch.
“You were at the auction to buy October Sky?” he asked, jerking his chin toward the corral where the thoroughbred mare cantered and tossed her head. “I had no idea.”
When her eyes widened in disbelief and she blew out an aggravated breath, Ryder had to dig the heels of his boots into the driveway to keep from grabbing her and kissing those full lips of hers until she was breathless and begging for more. For months, he’d thought of nothing but kissing her. Touching and tasting her. He wanted to undress her slowly, like he was unwrapping one of the presents under his Christmas tree, fondle and fuck her until she screamed his name. Pissing her off might have been an unconventional way to get what he wanted, but Ryder liked to be unconventional when the occasion called for it.
“That’s bullshit and you know it.”
The words were spoken with a low edge that made Ryder yearn to have her say his name in the same way right at the moment she came. He was used to getting any woman he fancied. The fact that he couldn’t have Lara Montgomery made him want her that much more and he planned on making sure that by the end of the weekend, she wanted him too.
Lara brushed past him, giving Ryder a nice view of her ass as she marched toward the corral. The sway of her hips was hypnotic, her jeans hugging every curve. And when she bent over to squeeze between the slats in the fence, giving him an even better view of that pert, round ass and the juncture between her thighs, his heart damn near stopped in his chest.
“You’re still pissed off over the last time I was out here, aren’t you?” Lara’s bright blue eyes settled on him and Ryder bit back a smile. Her voice changed as she turned away from him and cooed soft comforting words to the mare, hand outstretched. The mare stomped a foot onto the ground and let out a nervous chuff of breath, but Lara didn’t shy away. She laid her left hand on the mare’s neck, her touch mesmerizing as she worked her right palm up and down her muzzle. Her strokes were gentle, yet full of purpose and the mare stilled, then leaned into Lara’s touch. Never in all his life had Ryder been so damned envious of a horse.
“Ryder Blackwell, billionaire big shot rancher got schooled by the local vet and so he’s gonna make her pay by throwing his money around, is that it?” Lara asked without turning to look at him.
Of course she’d make that assumption. Ever since the day Lara Montgomery tore him a new one over a calf that’d gotten stuck in a barbed wire fence on the back forty, Ryder couldn’t stop thinking about her. No one ever dared to get up in his face about anything, yet that sassy little veterinarian went nose to nose with him without even thinking twice about it. But his plans had nothing to do with showing her up or throwing his weight around. In fact, ever since that day, he’d done everything in his power to convince her to go out to dinner with him. So far, she’d turned him down every single time without even so much as an explanation why.
A month ago, he’d hosted a fund-raiser for the local chapter of the Daughters of the Pioneers. Lara had been there, of course. With a date. Ryder had never been jealous of another man or what he had until that night. It drove him damned near crazy to see Lara in a tight black dress with a neckline that was tauntingly low. His eyes had been glued to her the entire night, the sight of the jutting points of her nipples pressing against the light fabric a cruel tease to his imagination. Thinking about the way she looked that night made his cock swell and throb against the fly of his jeans. What in the hell did that other guy have that he didn’t? Seducing Lara became Ryder’s single-minded obsession after that night. He wanted her so badly it hurt.
“I don’t need to throw my money around,” Ryder replied. “When I want something, I get it. It’s as plain as that.”
“Bullshit. You don’t raise thoroughbreds. What you did is plain ol’ mean.”
Mean was standing there in a pair of tight jeans and tight v-neck top that showed off the swell of her breasts. Mean was shooting him down yet again after he’d asked her out for the tenth time after the fund-raiser. Mean was the sight of her tongue darting out to lick her full pink lips.
Mean
was making him come up with excuse after excuse to see her. Damn, it took all of his willpower not to close the distance between them and trace her full bottom lip with his tongue. “What can I say, Lara? Maybe I’m looking to expand from the cattle business.”
“Well, sorry, but that explanation isn’t going to fly with me, buddy.”
Her cheeks flushed with anger and her chest rose and fell with quickened breaths. This was the closest he’d been to her in weeks. She was like a tumbler of expensive whiskey: heady, smooth, and she went straight to his head. He’d planned everything to the last detail and he’d be damned if he didn’t bury himself in her slick heat by the end of the weekend. When he wanted something, he got it. And he wanted Lara Montgomery.
Lara spoke up and he gave his head a little shake to clear it. “Ryder, I want this mare and you’re going to sell her to me.”
He tilted his Stetson off his forehead and folded his arms across his chest. “No.”
Lara whipped around to face him and the one word was enough to set her eyes ablaze. The more worked up she got, the more he wanted to get her good and naked and if he didn’t slow down, Ryder wouldn’t be able to hide the evidence of his arousal in his tight jeans. If she was this much of a challenge outside of the bedroom, he could only imagine what she’d be like between the sheets.
“No?” Lara repeated, incredulous.
He’d wanted her for far too long, his thoughts distracted by her too often to count. He needed to get his head on straight and flush her out of his system once and for all. Now. This weekend. Finally he had something
she
wanted. And he wondered how far she’d go to get it back.
“I might be willing to give up the mare,” he drawled, “if you spend the rest of the weekend with me.”
***
Lara stared at Ryder Blackwell, her jaw slack. Of all the low-down, arrogant, manipulative …
Ryder Blackwell is so low, he’d have to look up to see hell!
If he thought she’d simply hop in his bed and spread her legs in order to get the mare, he had another think coming.
Ryder strolled up to the fence, his rolling gait graceful and full of purpose like a wolf on the hunt. His gaze settled on her mouth and Lara kicked at the ground, because the way he was looking at her was doing nothing to help maintain her indignation over his ridiculous offer. His brown eyes smoldered, the heat stealing the breath from her lungs as it tingled across her skin. The man was sex personified, every hard muscular plane that defined him begging to be touched. She’d tried to keep her distance from him for weeks and kept up the pretense that she couldn’t be bothered to give him the time of day because of the incident with the calf. But truth be told, she didn’t trust herself around him. The attraction was too intense, the way his eyes devoured her like she was a slow-smoked brisket set every nerve ending on fire. Even now, her fingers itched to reach out and touch him, to see if the definition of muscle visible beneath his shirt was as iron-hard as it looked. And holy hell, his jeans were so tight she couldn’t keep her eyes from the bulge of his fly. She licked her lips as she contemplated the outcome of releasing the button of his jeans and easing his zipper down, tooth by tooth. But Lara wasn’t interested in a one-night stand with Wham, Bam, Thank You Ma’am Blackwell. Even if his skills in the bedroom were legendary. She was trying to build a reputation in town and a one-night stand with the area’s most infamous bachelor wasn’t going to help her out a single bit.