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“I loved it,” she blurts. “Every minute, Wy. I loved every damn minute of it. You—everything—you are so, so good at it. That’s what I
came here to tell you. I was able to just be in the moment—I wasn’t in my head at all—and that felt liberating in a way I can’t quite describe.”
Sally didn’t like making out with me. She fucking loved it.
“No more Beck Wallace. You want me to teach you how to stay out of your head, that’s fine. But you ain’t practicing it with anyone else.”
“I’m fine with that. That’s…fine.”
“Just sex, right?” Sally blinks. My pulse thumps. Ask me for more. Please, God, ask me for the world so I can give it to you. Instead, she nods. “Just sex. Yeah.” “Okay then.”
“Yeah. So what am I gonna be riding?” Of course she’s into this. Of course she’s being playful. I am a dead man.
“My hand.”
“My m...
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“Anything you need to get you where y...
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“So do I. Turns me on”—I thrust my hips—“to know you want me as bad as I want you. And I want you bad, Sunshine.”
“I want you, Wy. I can’t—I haven’t stopped thinking about last night—”
“Jesus fuck,” I bite out. “Soaked. What the fuck—why the fuck—how the fuck—Sally, fuck you for not tellin’ me. I gotta take care this for you, Sunshine.” “Fuck you right back.”
“When was I supposed to tell you? Over lunch with your brothers?”
“Never again,” I manage.
“Take care of it now.”
“Ready for your next lesson?” Her eyes flash. “Yes.” “Good. On your knees, Sunshine.”
“Jack and Coke.” She glances up at me, her eyes lit up with something that looks a hell of a lot like joy. “Wyatt, did you get a slutty little thigh tattoo to commemorate—” “The day you showed up for me when I needed you most?” I swallow, my throat thick. “Yeah, Sally, I did
get a slutty little thigh tattoo to commemorate that.”
“It’s perfect.”
“You saved my life, you know,” I huff out.
“Maybe you’re saving mine too.”
“This is what you do to me,” I whisper. “If you ask me, we make a mighty fine mess, Sunshine.”
“Of course I trust you. I always have.” “You saved my life.” “You’re fuckin’ perfect, Sal.”
Oh my God, it’s a cowboy. It’s my cowboy, and I’m so fucking happy he’s here that I want to yell.
“I knew you were upset. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I came because I had a feeling something was up with you,” he whispers. “I came because I shouldn’t have let you go in the first place. I ain’t gonna be the reason you’re cryin’ alone in your room. That stops tonight—you hear me? I wanna take care of you, Sal, but I can’t do that if you don’t talk to me. Did I hurt you? Are you sore, or…”
“I’m not hurt, no.” “Okay…” “I know I asked you for transcendence,”
“Like, transcendence in the sexual sense. Sex—that’s all I asked for. And I genuinely thought I’d be okay with just that. But today—tonight—don’t get me wrong, Wy, it was great. Best I’ve ever had. Somehow though”—I shake my head—“it didn’t feel like enough. And I should’ve said something, but I was terrified of making a fool of myself or, you know, scaring you off by being that girl. The one who wants to date after hooking up once.”
“Twice.” A muscle in his jaw tics. “We been together twice now. And you ever scare me off...
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“What’re we doing here, Sally?”
“I don’t know.”
“All I do know is that I’m so happy you’re here. I want you to stay. I want to be around you all the time. I want you to be my guy. Not just the guy I have a good time with. But the guy I call, and confide in, and come home to. You’re my favorite human, Wy.” I sniffle. “No one else even comes clo—”
“I’ll be your guy.” He nudges my nose with his. “If you’ll be my girl. I want so much more than just sex, Sally. I was full of shit when I said that, and I’m sorry.”
“Self-awareness. It just might be the sexiest thing about you, Wy.”
“Oh, wow, okay. I had my annual appointment recently. I’m good.” “I’m good too. As luck would have it, I got tested two weeks back.” My balls are screaming. “You on birth control?” “I have an IUD, yes.” “You gonna let me do what I want, then?” A softness comes over her expression. “What do you want?”
“Everything.” She runs her tongue along the inside of her top lip. “I want that too.” “I got condoms. You wanna use ’em—” “I trust you.” Bless.
I’m about to make love to Sally bare. Nothing between us.
I’m in heaven. I can’t—I just can’t fucking believe this is happening. That I get to have her like this. Makes me feel like my chest is going to burst open at any minute.
“How do you feel?”
feel like I wanna do that again, Blond Bear Cowboy. And again.”
“How many more times exactly?” “At least fifty...
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The sex. My God. It was so good that I’m struggling not to cry just thinking about it. How patient Wyatt was, how thorough and intense and tender.
This man is an animal. The only animal I’ve ever encountered that I can’t wrangle. Wrong that I love that about him?
I’m not sure I can take more. But I know I’ll always, always want more with Wyatt.
“You surprised by that, Mustang Sally?” He holds out one of the mugs. “All you wanna do is ride.” I’m so in love with you I can’t breathe, I think, even as I keep laughing.
like you in my bed.” I bring the coffee to my lips. “I like being in your bed.” “Stay.” “You see me going anywhere?”
At what point do I tell Wyatt how I feel? When can I ask him to marry me? Does he want to get married? Sawyer says he might.
“I’m gonna make you come. Then I’ll feed you. Then I’m gonna take you home.”
“What if I don’t want to go home?”
