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To the people on their healing journey. Growth isn't just beautiful, it's painful and imperfect. Perfection is overrated. You're allowed to make mistakes. You're allowed to feel emotions—good and bad. You're allowed to stumble. You're allowed to take up space. Be you, babe. Unapologetically.
“You fire my father, I’m shooting you in the kneecaps.” A rough, deep chuckle came from him then. “You’d be dead before you pulled out your pistol, pretty boy.”
Abbie deserved love, and I was going to give it to her. Day after day. Year after year. Until I was old and gray. Until my lungs stopped working. Until my heart stopped beating, I would love Abbie the way she was destined to be loved.
I was a cowboy in love, and my woman was in danger. There was nothing on this fucking planet that could stop me from getting to her.
may not be hers anymore, but she would always be mine, whether she wanted me or not.
“Abbie, if you got rid of the fucking boots I bought you, I’m taking you over my fucking knee right here and now.”
I had to get her safe first and take care of her stalker. Only then could I hunt down every single man she’d touched since me. Fuck me, I had a fucking to-do list.
“Hotter than a rodeo clown’s armpit out here,”
“Christians are some of the most hateful people in the world, using the Holy Bible as a form of bleach to wash away their sins.”
“If you think I’m going to let you go again, you’re out of your goddamn mind.”
“Your hand not good enough for you, Wildflower? Need a cowboy holding you down to come, hmm?”
“I’m this close to breaking your jaw,” I told him simply, giving him a look. The bastard grinned. “Don’t flirt with me. I’m married.”
“Give your cowboy consent, Wildflower.” A single tear hit the wood as I whispered, “It will always be yes with you, Beau.”
My pussy tightened in response to the hottest sound in the world: the sound of a cowboy about to come undone.
“Gonna milk me before I even get to fuck you properly, beautiful,” he muttered roughly, holding himself in place.
“Stay down,” he ordered, pulling out and thrusting back in, the wet sounds of us filling the bunkhouse. “Stay down and just take my cock.”
“Can’t believe I have to bend you over in the damn bunkhouse and fuck some sense into you,”
The hat wasn’t on the floor, and that’s all I cared about. Everything else could take a damn number.
When she turned to face me, I plucked her plate from her hands and jerked my head. “Go on,” I ordered after she stared at me for a second. “I can carry my own plate, Beau.” “Never said you couldn’t, but you aren’t going to around me,” I deadpanned, opening the drawer and grabbing our forks and napkins.
“Shut your fucking door so I can open it for you and stop being difficult.”
“Wildflower, arguing with your man over him opening the truck door for you is the definition of stupid shit,”
“Keep opening that mouth, Abbie, and you’ll find out just how difficult it is to argue with my cock down your throat.”
“Good little sluts come on their cowboy’s cock, baby,” he muttered sweetly. “They make a mess. You gonna do that for me? Hm?”
