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blaze through the darkness like a cowgirl ready to slay that motherfucking dragon. I want to go where no one can find me. End of the earth.
The Montgomery brothers. Cowboys who’d go to war for you and then some. They’re as reliable as the sunset.
He’s here. I’m here. The perfect match for combustion. We lock eyes, his frosty blue gaze capturing mine. I tense at the electric current that passes between us. A spark. A detonation.
I’ve never seen the grumpy cowboy looking remotely like sunshine, but today he’s close.
A wave of messy emotions almost capsizes me, but I force them back down. I don’t deserve them. Any of them. They’re here to support me when all I’ve done is abandon them.
Wild, windswept light-brown hair. A chiseled jaw dusted with stubble. Dimples women would sell their firstborn for. Wyatt’s always reminded me of a colt. Long, tall, tan. I’d set myself on fire before admitting how goddamn sexy
he looks in those tight blue jeans.
One. He’s too damn handsome for his own good. Two. He knows every way to push my buttons. Three. For what he said years ago. He broke my heart, and I’m still not over it. I’ve held on to the petty grudge since I was sixteen. The first time I met Wyatt, I was starstruck. He was the fastest rider I ever saw. He was rodeo. Dust and grit. Everything a cowboy should be. When my father told me he had signed me up for lessons, I screamed into my pillow. Everything about it was a dream. My hero in the flesh. He’d make me a better rider.
“You want to blow off steam, you come find me.” I take a step forward and grip her jaw. “And me only.”
Those gorgeous hazel eyes are a thunderstorm of trouble.
How in the hell did a cowgirl like her ever look my way?
Fallon McGraw is beautiful. Dangerous. Deadly. And she’ll never know how much I goddamn want her.
She’s the world’s biggest menace with that kind of crippling beauty.
Sure, she looks good. But does the outside match the inside? If she excels at one thing, it’s brick-walling her emotions.
For a long second, she’s silent. She holds my gaze, her expression unreadable. Then she says, “It was either leave, or walk into the Pacific with rocks in my pockets.” Fuck. It’s what I thought. She ran. Had something so dark hanging over her none of us even knew about.
Even though her leaving tore my heart out, I need her to be happy. If she wasn’t, that’d just feel worse.
Her hands gripping my shoulders like she wanted to strangle me. That breathless noise she made when she came, how she smelled like bourbon and vanilla, and how every day of the week after that I wanted to eat her again and again.
If there’s one thing I know in this world, it’s Fallon. Her love of legendary cowgirls. How she scrunches her nose right before she laughs, like she’s considering whether or not the emotion is worth giving away.
“She is family,” I snarl and give the doctor a hard shove and a glare. “She’s my fucking wife.”
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.
Taking a deep breath, I turn on my heel and head straight for that place in my heart that’s always been my light.
My brain is foggy, but even I know a cowboy crying when I see one.
“You stayed on that bull for seven seconds.” Wyatt’s soft, soothing drawl rolls through me better than any pain pill. “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.” I lower my arm to look at him. “I did?” He smiles. “Yeah, Trouble. You did.”
Hey, I was a selfish prick asshole, and you deserve better than some goddamn cowboy, but
I love you. I love you more than I can fucking stand.
A rage, lawless and cruel, rises in me. The cowboy in me. For her, I wanted to hurt someone. For her, I would.
The line between self-destruction and love is a fine one, but goddamn do I walk it hard.
She’s a warrior, but even warriors have a breaking point.
I mean, sure we have sparks between us. The kind that detonates.
We’re like the sunset and a cowboy.
He makes me strong. Makes me feel safe. And he can never know what he means to me.
“Here. Your venom to start the morning.” He holds out a cup of coffee.
“Don’t lose your job because of me.” His voice is gruff. Gravel. “I’d lose everything for you if it meant you got better.”
His kiss is probably just as infuriating as he is.
“Thank you for this,” I say, hating the flutter in my chest. “Thank you for…” I search for the right words. “Putting up with me this last month.” Something like amusement crosses his face. “I don’t put up with you. Hell, I like you, Fallon.” He caresses a thumb over the back of my hand. His voice drops to a throaty rasp. “I haven’t felt whole since you left.”
“You are the bravest, the best person I have ever known, Fallon. If anyone can get back on a horse, it’s you.”
Barefoot and beautiful and tan as buckskin. Barbwire dipped in gold. An angel with a busted halo.
My mouth goes dry. My cock jerks with want. She looks like a fallen, defiant angel. Sexy and feral.
The unholy fire in her eyes dares me to lean in closer. I grip the back of her neck, sliding my hand into her damp, silky hair. I need this girl in the worst way. Need to prove to her the way I feel. Have always felt. Her eyes widen. “We don’t kiss.” “We do now,” I tell her right before slamming my lips to hers.
My first taste of him is whiskey and sin. Pure adrenaline.
Our first kiss. My destruction. They’re one and the same.
