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I take a quick shower and put on my cowboy boots and an old, massive rodeo T-shirt because I need to repark Daisy Blue since all those cars were in the way. But then exhaustion hits.

I plop down on my floral bedspread with the baby monitor against my chest, and before I know it, my eyes are drifting closed, my boots still on my feet.

“Dakota.”

A soft whisper into the night, so quiet I can’t be sure it’s real.

The next thing I feel is something warm pressing against my bare legs, climbing higher and higher, and… my eyes fly open. Wyatt’s nestled between my thighs, dropping kisses up my skin as he tugs up my shirt. I glance around my moonlit bedroom, still half-dazed.

“You’re home,” I murmur, my voice thick with sleep. “Where’s Vi?”

“She’s safe and sound, asleep in her crib. I’ve spent the past thirty minutes rocking with her, calming us both down, but then I came in here because…” He kisses my hip crease, and his breath hitches. “I figured I owe you a thank you. A big thank you, for taking care of everything. You just…”

He drops his head between my legs, shuddering fiercely. “You have no idea how much this meant to me. I owe you everything for what you did tonight. I completely forgot that the PBR scout was going to be there at the rodeo, or I never would’ve let you come, and the whole drive home I felt so fucking shitty when I remembered.”

I tangle my fingers in his golden strands, pulling him closer, desperate to comfort him. “Don’t worry. I’ve still got the qualifiers at the end of the summer, so this wasn’t a make-or-break-it thing. You don’t owe me anything.”

He jerks his head up, and there, I find a wildness in his glassy eyes I’ve never seen before. Something loose and free, and it makes me a little feral, too.

His grip tightens around the backs of my knees. “I owe you everything, and I think I know exactly how to thank you.”

In an instant, he yanks off my T-shirt so I’m left in nothing but my white cowgirl boots. He stares at my naked body with so much lust in his eyes that I get swept up in the moment. I reach down to take my boots off, but his hand flies up to stop me.

“No,” he commands, his grip tightening around my wrists, eyes flaring with desire. “Keep those boots on, honey.”

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WYATT

Ihook my hands behind the backs of Dakota’s knees, gazing down at her bare, wet pussy in the moonlight. I never thought I’d be waxing poetic about moonlit pussies, but I’ll wax poetry all night if it means keeping her like this.

Naked.

Looking dazed and needy in those sexy white cowgirl boots.

There’s some leather riding jacket at the foot of the bed that’s not mine, and it doesn’t look like hers either, but I’m too focused on her to care, so I shove it off to the side.

Her tousled hair frames her face, casting shadows against the soft glow. This is how I always want her. “Turn that pretty ass around and ride my face. I bet those cowgirl boots will look even better wrapped around my head.”

Her honey eyes pop in shock, and I love that, surprising her with my demands. She makes me feel like a man in the best way.

“What?” she breathes out.

I’m not in the mood to explain myself. All I want is to lose myself in her. “Don’t make me repeat myself,” I say in a low voice, kissing the crease of her hip. “You heard me the first time. Ride. My. Face.”

My command seems to wake her up. Her eyes widen at my tone, but then a sly smile curls her lips. I hook my hands on the backs of her knees as I slide down her body, bringing her pussy closer to my mouth. Her thighs are getting big from all our workouts, and she’s never looked sexier. And that ass of hers?

I want to bite it.

“Okay, then,” she purrs, her voice dripping with need. She lifts her hips up on the bed to grind against my jaw, teasingly torturous, like she knows exactly how to push me to the edge of insanity.

“No,” I demand, flicking my tongue against her clit. She tastes… Christ, she tastes so fucking good. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of going down on her, and I haven’t even started. “Tell me this is what you want. I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” she moans, tugging my hair to drag me closer to her center. “It’s what I want.”

I lightly scrape my teeth against her clit, earning a sharp gasp from her. “Yes, what?”