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

Buffi flung her arms wide open, mindless of the fact that she was naked as the day she was whelped. "My babies!" she cried, reaching for the wriggling, writhing sack that clearly held the little furballs she'd been missing so terribly during their abduction.

Well, when she wasn't busy having sex, that is.

Glancing down, she gasped. She was... and Rock was...

Thankfully, the dog bed they'd so recently used for carnal pleasure also boasted a nice big wool blanket, so she snatched it up and tucked it under her armpits.

Finally covered, she glanced over at Rock, gratified to see that he'd whipped his cowboy hat off the floor and was holding it in just the right spot to keep his assets covered.

Good thing it was a ten gallon hat. It wasn't just Rock's bank account that was well endowed.

“Did you get rid of the little demons yet, Billy Bob?”

Buffi looked up, her mouth dropping open in shock. Rock’s supposed fiancée had hobbled up behind the man holding the sack, wearing one fancy high-heeled shoe, while carrying a gnawed, mangled second one in her hand.

“I thought you were staying back at the motel,” Billy Bob huffed, glaring at her. “This is not the way to keep a low profile, darlin’.”

She leveled a you’ve-got-to-be-kidding-me look at him. “What, in your experience with me, ever gave you the idea I’d be interested in keeping a low profile?”

“Chastity!” Rock took a step forward. “What are you doing here, with this man?”

“I…uh…I can explain, baby…uh…” She looked him up and down, her jaw dropping, then glanced over at Buffi. “Me? What about you? You’re here with this…this bitch!”

“Hey!” Buffi leapt to her feet, lip curled back in a snarl. “Careful who you’re calling a bitch!”

“Well, what would you call a naked woman in the wine cellar with your also-naked fiancé?”

“I’m not your fiancé!” Rock started to wave his cowboy hat for emphasis, but thought better of it. “Especially if you’re in cahoots with someone who’s trying to kill me!”

“And kidnap poor innocent…” Buffi glanced at the sack in Billy Bob’s hand. Little snurfles and howls were clearly audible through the canvas. “…puppies,” she finished. “You were trying to ransom them for a million dollars! How could you?”

“We brought them back, didn’t we?” Chastity waved the chewed-up shoe at Buffi. “Besides, those little brats ruined my designer shoe! You owe me!”

“I owe you?” Buffi took a threatening step forward, pausing only to tuck the blanket more tightly under her arms. “Why don’t you two criminals give me my puppies back?”

“Oh, give the puppies act a rest. Like we don’t know your secret.” Billy Bob rolled his eyes, shaking the sack for emphasis.

Buffi gasped, looking to Rock for support. How could they know?

“They shifted while we were, um, babysitting them,” he continued. “And you called them your babies. I’m not an idiot.”

Buffi noticed that he didn’t include Chastity in that description. “Babysitting? Is that what you call it when you steal someone’s babies/puppies/babies/whatever?”

Chastity raised one eyebrow. “Well, since you were apparently busy knocking boots with my man, you needed someone to watch them.”

“Are you implying I’m a bad mother?”

“Enough!”

Silence fell over the room, save for the muffled howls of the bagged puppies.

Everyone stared at Rock.

“You’d better hightail it off this property now, or there’ll be hell to pay,” Rock threatened, looking as menacing as it was possible for a naked man holding a cowboy hat over his privates to look. “You don’t want me for an enemy.”

“Oh, yeah?” Billy Bob scoffed. “And what happens if we don’t?”

Rock threw back his shoulders, nostrils flaring. “If you don’t…” he waved his cowboy hat for emphasis. “…you will have to answer to my wrath!”

Chastity tugged at Billy Bob’s sleeve. “Is that some kind of special ringtone or something?” Then she looked Rock up and down again, her gaze stuttering to a stop at his now-uncovered manhood. “You can call me anytime.”

“Hey!” Billy Bob looked at her, a hurt expression on his face. “Stop that!”

Buffi glared at Chastity, then snatched another blanket off the dog bed and stomped over to Rock. “No need to put on a show,” she muttered.
“Thanks, darlin’,” he said, tucking the blanket around his waist. “Now, Chastity, what we had was special –“

Buffi growled low in her throat.

Rock glanced at her before continuing. “Not as special as what Buffi and I have, of course. But out of respect for our history, I’m going to let you live.”

Chastity gasped, her hand clutching her throat.

Then he turned to Billy Bob. “Now you, on the other hand…”

Billy Bob thrust the sack at him, backing away. “Here. Take the damned things. They’re more trouble than they’re worth.”

Rock grabbed the sack from him. “That’s better. Now get off this land before I get really mad.”

Billy Bob blanched, which was quite a feat considering how pale he was to start with. “Hey, puppies, er, babies, uhm, whatever-the-hell-they-are are back. No harm, no foul, right?”

Rock bared his teeth at him. “Git. Out.”

With only a second’s hesitation, the man followed orders and got, running away in the opposite direction. Rock stared after him, his face looking as though it was carved of granite. Very dark, very solid granite.

“Hey!” Chastity stomped after him. “Where do you think you’re going? Some knight in shining Armor-all you turned out to be…”

Rock handed Buffi the wriggling, snuffling sack. The blanket slipped a little as she grabbed the it, so she tucked the edges in tighter and sank down onto the dog bed, scrabbling at the tie holding the sack closed. “Don’t worry, darlings, mama’s got you now,” she crooned.

A furry head popped out of the opening of the sack. “Vlad!” Buffi cried. Another head joined it. “Ivan!” She looked from one to the other. “Or the other way around! Mommy’s missed you, darlings!”

Rock bit his lip – carefully – as he watched the tender scene unfold before him. Such love and tenderness. It was what family should be. If only he had something like that in his life.

“Thank you, Rock,” Buffi said, her eyes shining as she cuddled her puppies – babies – puppies close. “You gave me my darlings back. I’ll never be able to repay you.”

“It was nothing,” he said, a hint of ‘aw, shucks’ in his voice. “Children should never be separated from their parents.”

And as he turned away to locate his clothing, he missed the flash of dismay as it crossed Buffi’s face.

To...
Be...
CONTINUED!!!  Chapter Sixteen

If you enjoyed this chapter of The Zillionaire Vampire Cowboy's Secret Werewolf Babies, please be sure and join us again next Thursday for the next exciting installment. You can read more about the serial HERE. And be sure to enter our contest! Rules and information can be found HERE.