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“Yes, sugar. Let’s see what you look like with my cock in your mouth.”
“You love choking on my cock, don’t you?”
I saw stars.
“You were made for me,” I told her. I thrust into her, harder still. “Tell me you’re mine, Emmy.” I needed to hear it. “I’m yours.”
I set her on my lap, tucked her head under my chin, and continued to rub circles over her arms and back, happy as hell I was holding her again.
“I’m in like with you.”
Emmy Ryder might have been in like with me, but it was then that I knew I was falling in love with her.
I loved my dad’s hugs. He didn’t half-ass them. Every time he hugged us, he did it like it was the last time.
“You know when I came home, and you were here, I was so happy to see you, and I knew you were happy to be home, but the moment I saw you, I knew my baby girl was sad.”
“No, loving Stella is the easiest thing I’ll ever do, whether she’s here or not.”
He looked at me, and love was written all over his face when he said, “I hope you find that, too, Clementine. Whether it’s in Meadowlark or somewhere else later down the line.”
I felt safe here.
“You know, Dad, I think I already have.”
God, he was so pretty.
We swayed together in the kitchen, and I could’ve stayed in that moment forever.
He was thoughtful and protective.
“Emmy, sugar, talk to me,”
“Sugar, you deserve to go out on your own terms. Just because you got dusted doesn’t mean you’re done.”
“I’m not a princess, Luke. I can handle it. I’m here for you.”
“Don’t hate the Ryders for giving me what you couldn’t, and I’m not going to stay here if you talk to my girl that way.”
“He always wanted to be a cowboy,”
“No one’s ever stood up for me before,” he said.
“Thank you for coming with me, Emmy.” “I’d go anywhere with you,”
My cowboy.
“I just needed you.” “I’m here.”
“But it doesn’t really matter if I know you can do it. It only matters if you know it, too.”
“Sugar”—Luke kissed my forehead—“I am so proud of you.”
I wanted this. I wanted to ride. And I wanted to win.
“That’s my girl.”
“You’re in love with her,” she said. It wasn’t a question. “Yeah, I am.”
didn’t really know how to be in love, but I knew I wanted to be with Emmy in every way I could. I wanted the kitchen slow dances, nights out with shots, rides through the mountains, hot sex, afternoon naps, and two-lane highways with the windows down. I wanted it all.
“She asked for you.” Teddy shrugged. “Emmy never asks for anything. She just puts her head down and deals with things in the only way she knows how, by kicking shit around in her own brain. But she asked for you.”
Meadowlark showed up for their sweetheart.
Emmy looked over and started running toward us. Wait, no. Not toward us. Toward me.
There they were. My family, my best friend, and the man I could finally admit I was completely and totally in love with.
He was just mine.
“Thank you,” he continued, “for taking care of my baby girl.” “She can take care of herself,” I said. “I know she can, but you made sure she didn’t have to do it alone.”
I loved her. Deeply.
“I’m in love with her. Like, really fucking in love with her.”
“Just so you know, if you break my sister’s heart, a black eye is going to be the least of your worries.”
“I still can’t believe Luke took a punch for you. He’s normally the guy that does the punching,”
“He’s down bad for you, Emmy. You should’ve seen him in the stands at the race. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. How everyone didn’t know the man was hat over boots for you before the whole kissing incident is beyond me.
“I like it. You and Luke,”
“It’s true. I’ve never seen you just melt like that. And I’ve never seen Brooks’s face look anything other than careless. I think both of you bring out each other’s soft side.”
“Some love stories burn hot and fast, but you two are more low and slow,” she said. “It’s a strong and steady kind of love.”
“Hey there, sugar,”
“I love you, Clementine Ryder,” he said earnestly. My breath caught in my throat. “I’m so fucking in love with you.”
“You’re it for me, Emmy,”
“I love you, too, Luke Brooks. You’re it for me, too.”
Home sweet home.
