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“Babe!” Lana shouts. “Where are you? You’re late! Are you seriously just now showering?”

Wyatt stiffens, but he doesn’t stop pumping into me, almost like he can’t. I’m right on the verge of a life-changing orgasm, so I can’t stop the breathy sound that slips out of my mouth.

“Dakota Rae Cutler!” Lana’s voice suddenly rings out. “Are you fucking your cowboy in an outdoor shower when you promised you’d be ready for dinner by now?”

Wyatt’s hand flies up to my mouth, trapping in my moans. “Shhh,” he whispers, his breath hot against my neck. “Normally, I like you loud, but she’s going to steal you away if she thinks you’re in here, and I need you to come for me. Can you do that and be quiet?”

I nod against his hand.

He smiles into my neck. “That’s my girl.”

He continues pumping into me from behind, clasping his hand over my lips, sucking, licking. His thrusts become more deliberate, one hand circling my clit while the other keeps my moans trapped against my lips. The dual sensations drive me wild, and I start trembling against him.

“That’s it, honey,” he moans quietly. “You’re being so good. Just like that. Come for me.”

Wyatt’s relentless rhythm pushes me closer to the edge, and despite his muffling hand, my moans spill out in gasps, and despite him telling me to be quiet, he can’t stifle his groans. I feel him spill himself into me, his release sending me over the edge as I scream into his hand.

“I can still hear you!” Lana says, sounding amused. “Damn, people would pay good money to hear those moans.”

“Don’t get any ideas,” Wyatt growls into my ear, his dick twitching inside me as he rides out his release. “I want you all to myself.”

45

LET’S RODEO

WYATT

“She’s gonna have to ride ’em hard.”

My eyes slide to the two guys next to me. They blend into the crowd of cowboys with their Wranglers, boots, and cowboy hats.

At least they’re straw this time.

“She will,” I interject, resting my elbows on the metal fence of the arena. “She always does.”

The Granite Falls rodeo is packed to the brim tonight, the air overflowing with the smell of dust, sweat, and manure, and the scout is right in front, waiting for Dakota to ride. Despite the whoops and cheers of the crowd, all I can do is stare at her and Boone, stretching off to the side together.

The sight of her in those fringe chaps and worn boots is making my thoughts veer in a naughty direction, and based on how Boone’s broad frame keeps moving toward her, it seems like he’s having those same damn thoughts.

He keeps reaching out for her leather-clad shoulder, and each time, she shoves him away, her jaw set in a hard line that matches my own. I clench my beer bottle, trying to tamp down this possessive energy in me.

This is Dakota’s big ride, and I’m not going to ruin it with my irrational jealousy. She’s all mine—I know it. Still, it doesn’t mean I like watching another man go after my girl.

“What’s got you scowling like that, son?” Colt grunts, resting his elbows next to mine as people fill the stands. Reaching forward, he steals a sip of my lukewarm beer, wincing. “That’s not the good stuff.”

“They ran out of the good stuff,” I explain.

“Figures.” He sips it again. “Did I tell ya she got matched with Diablo in the draw? It’s that bull that hurt the poor boy, and I’m worried sick about her.”

My stomach drops, and a rush of worry surges through me, but I have to believe with every fiber of my being that she’ll be okay. I tighten my grip on his shoulder. “She'll be fine, Colt. You raised a tough as nails woman. She’s got everything it takes, and then some.”

The worry is still there, but there’s nothing I can do. She’s riding that bull whether I like it or not.

“Yeah,” he agrees, nodding like he’s trying to convince himself. “Yeah, you’re right. She’ll be fine. Let’s talk about somethin’ else. I don’t want to dwell on the negative.”

“Same here.”

Colt scans the rodeo crowd beneath his cowboy hat, earning a few nods of respect from onlookers nearby, but when he spots Boone, his face plummets into a glower that matches mine.