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Fallon McGraw is beautiful. Dangerous. Deadly. And she’ll never know how much I goddamn want her.
“Because,” she snaps, “it pisses me off. And you know what else pisses me off? You.” My cock throbs at her sharp words. She turns me on when she’s mean to me. Christ, I’ve never loved anything more than Fallon’s bite.
“Sir, you need to sit down. Family only.” The doctor snares my arm, stopping me. I whirl around like a goddamn psycho and growl. Bad fucking mistake. “She is family,” I snarl and give the doctor a hard shove and a glare. “She’s my fucking wife.”
I FKN KNEW IT AHHHH
A calm, sure and steady, overtakes me. The pain in my leg, the texts, the nightmare—gone. It’s what Wyatt does to me. He makes me strong. Makes me feel safe. And he can never know what he means to me.
“Do you cook a lot?” I ask Wyatt. In all the years I’ve known him, I’ve never seen the man in a kitchen. “Hell no. I never cook. I…” He swallows, guilty, embarrassed. “Just wanted to do it for you.” “Oh.” Warmth washes over me. “Well, thanks.” For a moment, he holds my gaze. Then he clears his throat. “Let’s eat.”
His breath hitches, his face softening. “I promised your sister I’d take care of you,” he says lowly. “You are.” I gesture at the spread of food then add softly, “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.” The air leaves my lungs. My heart stops then stutters to a start.
Frustration etched on his gorgeous face, his hands, still on my hips, grip me tighter. His hot breath warms the air between us. Then he grits out, almost like an afterthought, almost like a promise, “You don’t need protectin’, Fallon, but damn if I’m doin’ it anyway.”
“You’re alive,” I say. She lets out a short bitter laugh. “It’s not enough.” I don’t like that answer. It is enough. You’re alive. You’re here, and you’re mine. And if you ever go anywhere again, I’ll lose my ever-loving mind.
“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.”
Marriage. This is what it could be. Me and Fallon. A couple. Coming home to each other then fucking each other into oblivion every damn night. That’s what life’s all about, ain’t it? Strong whiskey and lovin’ a good woman?
I could watch a million sunrises for the rest of my life, but the sky’s only pretty because Fallon’s around to show me its light.
😭😭😭
His warm breath moves over my skin like silk. His eyes don’t stray from mine. “You’re mine, Trouble. You’re my girl.”
‘My girl’ is almost better than ‘my wife’
Fuck. I love him. I love Wyatt Montgomery. Fuck. Fuck. I’m so fucked.
The gall of the man to make me fall in love with him.
“You looked good out there,” a peppy voice says. Some blonde in a cowgirl hat stands there. She giggles. “Want to show me your moves, cowboy?” “Can’t.” I nod at Fallon who’s at the jukebox with Ruby. “Here with her.” “Oh my god,” she coos. “Your girlfriend is so pretty.” “My wife. Thanks. I know.” “Now get away from my husband before I knock your fucking teeth out.” Fallon’s voice is icy as she elbows the blonde aside.
Cheeehooo
