11. Logan

11

LOGAN

THREE MONTHS LATER

W e're somewhere over Nevada when Sierra leans over to me and whispers in my ear that she's three days late. My heart stutters as I turn to look at her.

"Are you serious?"

My gorgeous girl nods, a mix of excitement and nervousness in her eyes. Her news isn't exactly shocking—even though our wedding is still a few months away, we've been actively trying to get pregnant, because neither of us can wait to start a family—but that doesn't make it any less mind-blowing.

My mind races with thoughts of cribs, diapers, and tiny cowboy boots. I imagine teaching our kid to ride a horse and showing them how beautiful life on the ranch is.

It's overwhelming in the best way possible.

"Can we change the flight?" I say, glancing toward the cockpit. "Stop in Vegas and get married right now?"

Sierra laughs, her hand finding mine. "As romantic as that sounds, I still want to get married on the ranch like we planned."

I squeeze her hand, nodding. She's right, of course. Our families would kill us if we eloped, and there's something extra special about tying the knot where we first fell in love.

"You're right," I say, leaning in to kiss her. "But damn, I can't wait to make you Mrs. Magnuson."

She smiles against my lips. "Soon enough, cowboy. Soon enough."

When the plane touches down in Montana, I feel a sense of relief wash over me. Don't get me wrong, LA is starting to grow on me. But there's nothing like coming home. Especially now that it's Sierra's home, too.

These days, my girl writes all of her music here in Montana, and when she needs to travel to LA, like she did this week, I travel with her. It can be a little crazy, but we're almost always in the same place, and that's all that matters to us. She has a short three-week tour coming up after our wedding, but she also renegotiated her contract and will have a much more open and flexible schedule after that.

Which is good, because I plan on spoiling my pregnant wife like nobody's fucking business.

The drive to the ranch is peaceful, golden sunlight painting the landscape as evening approaches. As we round the final bend, I spot a familiar figure by the fence line.

"There's Claire," I say, nodding toward the woman checking on one of our horses.

We both wave as we pass, and Claire returns the gesture with a warm smile.

"She's been such a great addition to the ranch," Sierra says.

I nod. "Yeah, she's been a real asset. But for some reason, my dad still seems…I don't know, uneasy around her?"

"I noticed that, too," says Sierra, shaking her head. "I wonder why."

I shrug, pulling up to our house. "Beats me. Claire's hardworking, great with the horses, and even fixed that tractor my dad's been cursing at for months. But sometimes I catch him watching her with this weird look on his face."

Sierra smiles. "Maybe he's just not used to having someone new around after all these years."

"Could be," I say, but something about it still doesn't sit right with me. I push the thought aside as we climb out of the truck. We've got more important things to focus on right now—like thinking about what we need to do to prepare for the little one that might be arriving in nine short months.

I carry our bags into the house, feeling a familiar warmth wash over me as we step inside. This place has changed since Sierra moved in, becoming a perfect blend of us both. Her guitar rests in the corner of the living room, sheet music scattered on the coffee table. Framed photos of us together line the mantle, from both our teenage years and the past few months.

As we head to the bedroom, I smile at the small touches of Sierra everywhere. Her favorite scented candle sits on the dresser, and a silky robe hangs on the back of the door.

I set our bags down and turn to watch Sierra take off her sweater. She's stunning, the soft light from the window casting a warm glow on her skin.

"You're beautiful," I murmur, stepping closer. "I can't wait to see your belly start to grow."

Sierra's eyes turn warm as she wraps her arms around my neck and presses her curves against me.

"You know, twins run in my family," she says, a playful smile on her lips.

My hands find her hips. "Two little munchkins at once? Even better."

I lean down and kiss her, a kiss that immediately makes my cock furiously hard. The moan that Sierra sighs into our kiss leaves no room for doubt about what she wants. With hot desire pulsing through me, I slide my hands over her curves, caressing her gorgeous figure as I slowly undress her. I get her top off, then her jeans and panties, leaving her in nothing but her sweet little silver necklace.

The pendant looks prettier than ever against her bare tits.

"You're a goddess, you know that?" I say, kissing my girl's shoulder. My cock is raging hard, already leaking pre-cum in my jeans. Panting, Sierra tugs down my zipper and pulls out my cock. I groan as her hand strokes my length.

I tear off my clothes and push Sierra up against our bedroom wall, pinning her in place. I hoist her perfectly thick thighs around my waist and she reaches between us to guide my cock to her soaked cunt.

I push into her with one slow, deliberate stroke, drawing a pleasured gasp from her lips. She clings to me as I sink all the way in, stretching her and stuffing her full.

Fuck, she feels incredible. No matter how many times we do this, being inside her never fails to blow my mind.

Slowly, so slowly, I slide in and out of her, luxuriating in the mind-blowing bliss. Sierra moans with desperation, whimpering my name with what little breath she has left. Looking down between us, I savor the sight of her pussy taking my bare cock. Such a beautiful fucking sight. It's almost as good as the sight of her pussy dripping with my cum.

My eyes trace back up, moving over her belly that will soon become full and round with my child, then up over her rosy tits, then up to her parted, swollen mouth. As I thrust deep into her again, our eyes meet, and Sierra looks at me with such infatuated desire that I almost come right then and there.

"You're so beautiful, baby," I say gruffly. "I can't wait to make you my wife. Can't wait to see your belly grow big and round. I'm so goddamn happy we get to do life together. You're everything to me. I love you to the ends of the earth."

Sierra's eyes grow wet, and she gasps a breath, her hands gripping my arms tightly. "I love you so much. So, so much. Come inside me, Logan. Fill me up."

Picking up my pace, I pump into her faster. Harder. Rougher. We're both lost in each other, the sound of slapping skin and moans and gasps filling our bedroom.

When Sierra comes, she lets out a gorgeous cry as her pussy tightly grips my cock. I hiss out a curse as her pussy milks me, my strokes becoming ragged and uncontrolled.

Then, with a final hard thrust, I explode inside her, giving her every last drop of cum. Still pulsing, I stay deep inside her, our bodies existing as one.

After we've both caught our breath, I grab Sierra's silk robe and slip it over her shoulders, letting my fingers linger on her soft skin. She smiles up at me, her eyes filled with love and contentment. I quickly throw on some comfortable sweatpants and a well-worn t-shirt before joining her at the large window overlooking the ranch.

Wrapping my arms around her from behind, I pull her close, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her hair. The view before us is breathtaking. The sun is setting over the mountains, casting a warm golden glow across the pastures where our horses graze peacefully.

"It's so beautiful here," Sierra murmurs, leaning back into my chest.

I nod, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "It sure is. But not as beautiful as you."

She laughs softly, swatting at my arm. "Smooth talker."

We stand in comfortable silence, watching as the sky fades into evening and the stars start to come out. The ranch stretches out before us, a patchwork of fields and fences that represent years upon years of hard work and dedication. It's more than just land—it's our legacy, our future.

I imagine our children running through those fields, learning to ride their first horse, helping with the chores. The thought fills me with a warmth that spreads through my entire body.

Sierra sighs contentedly, her fingers intertwining with mine where they rest on her stomach.

"I love it here," she says. "I love our life together. I feel like I could write a million songs about it."

I hold her tight, overcome with emotion. The woman I love in my arms, our home surrounding us, and the promise of a family on the horizon. It's everything I've ever wanted.

This moment, right here, is pure happiness.

Logan's dad's story is next!

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