The Zillionaire Vampire Cowboy's Secret Werewolf Babies - Chapter 9

Chastity took a step back, shaking her head. “What am I even saying? Rock Fangsworthy a vampire?” It was almost as ridiculous as the scrutiny on Billy Bob’s face as he stared at her boobs, her left one in particular. Damn it, she knew that plastic surgeon had been lying when he swore she was the only one who noticed they weren't even.

She gripped his chin and jerked his head up. “Why do you think he’s a vampire?” Rock had always been a little…toothy, but surely he would have tried to bite her or something if he was really a vampire. Unless he thought she didn’t taste good. She delicately sniffed her arm. Impossible. She would totally bite herself if she was a vampire.

Billy Bob snuck another peek at her chest. “Well, have you ever seen him eat real food?”

“Protein shakes.” Isn’t that what Rock had called them?

“Does he have any crosses in this place or garlic?”

She shriveled her nose. “Ew.”

“Okay, have you ever seen him in the sun?”

“Ha!” Triumphant, she poked Billy Bob. “I know this one. Rock can’t be a vampire at all.”

Billy Bob crossed his arms. “Oh yeah? Why is that?”

“He doesn’t sparkle.”

His brows scrunched together. “What are you talking about?”

She rolled her eyes. “Real vampires sparkle when they’re out in the sun. Everyone knows that.”

“Chastity, darlin’, I think maybe you’ve been spending too much time in the tanning beds.”

She waved him off. “Now that we’ve got that all vampire nonsense cleared up, I need to fix things with Rock and get Buffi out of the picture.” She crossed her arms and glared at Billy Bob. “And you’re going to help me.”


If it has tires or testicles it’s going to give you trouble. That’s what Buffi’s grandmother had always insisted, but she hadn’t said a damn thing about wineries, or winemakers for that matter.

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Buffi tried to forget the lack of progress she and Vince had made when he’d wanted her to stop by his lab and taste something new he’d been working on. Only by the time she’d finished going over the winery’s books, she’d developed a nasty headache and Vince had refused to let her sample anything new while under any kind of mental duress.

The breaking point, though, had come when a woman claiming to be Rock’s fiancée had stopped by the winery to talk with her. Buffi had peeked around the doorway and taken one look at the dark-haired vixen with her painted-on spandex dress, and handed the twins to Vince to watch while she’d slipped out the back for some fresh air.

Buffi couldn’t imagine what the woman would want with her and hopefully she was long gone by now. Still, she couldn’t bring herself to leave the familiar comfort of her grandmother’s grape arbor.

Rock was getting married? Her Rock?

Pain knifed through her heart. No, not hers. Not anymore.

She glanced at her surroundings. Maybe the arbor hadn’t been the best place to come after all. Thinking about Rock and being here, where his chiseled, naked body had covered hers, his hard man root taking her maidenhead, was a bad idea.

“Buffi?”

She whirled around at the sound of Rock’s voice.

“We need to talk,” he growled, his gravelly voice rougher than usual.

“About your fiancée?”

“My what?”

She held up her hand to measure a few inches shy of her head. “This tall, breasts too big for her body, bats her eyes like a toad in a hailstorm.”

“Chastity.” Rock sighed, then frowned. “She’s not—Wait, are you trying to have her killed too?” For a second there he almost sounded a little hopeful.

“What are you talking about? Has someone been slipping something into your blood supply?”

Even in the dark his face visibly paled. “Do not say the…b-word.”

She propped her hands on her hips. “Could we stay on track for a second? Why would I have her or anyone killed? You know how crazy that sounds, right?”

He removed his Stetson and ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t right know what to think.”

“That makes two of us.” She blew out a breath. “I think you should leave, Rock.”

He opened his mouth.

“Not a word about my selling the winery to you or so help me I’ll go hunting tonight and leave the carcass on your doorstep. A bloo—

Moving faster than she remembered he was capable of, Rock moved in and pressed his finger to her lips. “Be nice.”

She growled in warning, and damn it all, he grinned at her. Although tempted to bite his finger, she kept her lips closed. She wasn’t sure she entirely trusted herself not to turn it into a playful nip or something more.

“You’re trespassing and I want you off my property.”

He ran his finger along her chin.

“Now, Rock.”


Rock knew she was right. It was best if he left. He wasn’t entirely convinced she had nothing to do with the no good, yellow belly vampire hunter that he’d caught on his land - and with Chastity.

When he’d woken at sunset, he’d immediately left the house, not wanting to deal with Chastity in case she’d come slinking back, looking for him. He hadn’t expected to see Buffi walking through the vineyard. He also hadn’t expected to feel his loins burn at the memory of the kiss they’d shared.

It certainly didn’t help that he was hornier than a two peckered billy goat, and after realizing he’d only thought about proposing to Chastity to get Buffi off his mind, he was finding it even harder to ignore his attraction to her.

“You’re right, I should go.” He turned away from her, fiddling with his hat.

“Rock?”

He whipped back around. “Yes?”

“You came from the other direction.”

Damnation, but this female got his head all turned around. Always had. “I know that,” he lied.

A smile caught the corner of her mouth, dazzling him. Before he thought about what he was doing, he swept her into his arms and crushed his mouth down on hers.


To be continued...Chapter Ten

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