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I was born to roam. My veins are highways, my heart’s a map, and fences will not keep me in.
When you’re too close to a good woman, all common sense goes out the goddamn window.
I can’t pinpoint the exact moment I knew I loved her. It was like the slow crash of a wave. The erosion of an iron mountain. It just happened.
“Nobody could believe it. They couldn’t breathe. I’ve never seen anything like it in my life. You were the wind. You rode the fucking sky.”
The line between self-destruction and love is a fine one, but goddamn do I walk it hard.
He makes me strong. Makes me feel safe. And he can never know what he means to me.
Whether sparring in the ring or real life, he always lit a fire in my blood and kept it stoked.
“You don’t need protectin’, Fallon, but damn if I’m doin’ it anyway.”
You’re alive. You’re here, and you’re mine. And if you ever go anywhere again, I’ll lose my ever-loving mind.
Christ, I want to fuck her. Here, recklessly, roughly, anywhere she’ll have me. Make her scream, make her cry my name. This woman who has me fucking obsessed.
Her eyes widen. “We don’t kiss.” “We do now,” I tell her right before slamming my lips to hers.
Our first kiss. My destruction. They’re one and the same.
My pussy aches, my thigh trembles, but I love the pain. Relish the pain. Because pain means I’m alive. Pain means I can still do anything.
“I’ve never seen two idiots more right for each other. You’d be a fool to let her go.”
I have to move. I have to keep going. Because if I stop, the bad thoughts take over.
“You deserve everything good and beautiful, Fallon. You deserve wild horses and sunsets. And you deserve me.” He grins. “Hell, we deserve each other. Too reckless, too stupid.”
“Because if it ain’t you, Fallon, it’s no one.”
My love for Fallon is powerful and unwavering, but it’s also feral and ungovernable.
This is Fallon. In all her rage, her glory, her beauty. Sharp, cutting, wondrous. Mine. My trouble. My cowgirl. Love of my life, and I’d have it no other way.
“I’m from the south. When I say what did you say I’m not askin’ you to repeat, I’m askin’ if you’re good with Jesus, because you ’bout to meet him.”
Her taste explodes in my mouth. Whiskey and fire. Woman and warrior. Mine.
One thing’s for damn sure, rodeos and cinnamon rolls aren’t for the fainthearted.
“My heart and all my dreams are for Fallon. I won’t trap her or change her or hurt her. I love her with all my damn heart.”
Wyatt and I—we don’t complement each other. Instead, we pair. Two halves. Synced heartbeats. Like those wild horses. I was always meant to be with him. Even if I fought it. Even if I lied to myself. Even if I ran.
“If you get hurt, I get you better.” He steps into me, catching me in his arms. “If you fall, I catch you. If you win, I fucking cheer. If you fight me, I fight you back.” His silver-blue eyes never let me out of his intense gaze. “That’s how it works with us.”
“I am not made to be still,” I tell him. “But I am made for you, Wyatt. I am made to be your wife.”
“We hate each other’s fuckin’ guts, but we’re not real great with anyone else, so we decided we’re gonna grit our teeth old-married-couple style and ride this bitch into the grave.”
Whoever the hell my guardian angel is, I’d like a word.
