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For the readers ready to wear the hat and get railed in the back seat until you forget your own name … Daddy Colt has a spot in his truck just for you.
This is the real danger out here in small towns like this. Cowboys with impeccable manners who look like they can sweep you off your feet one minute and rail you until you forget your own name in the back seat of their truck the next.
Oh, holy hell, I might as well just wave a big sign that says please fuck me, I’m single, with that kind of statement.
If I were twenty years younger, she’d have been the girl of my fucking dreams. Hell, she is right now.
“Go easy on me, ok?” Layla breathes. I don’t know what comes over me, but as I help swing her up into the saddle, the words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. “I promise, I can be gentle.”
Oh my god. If Colt doesn’t kick this guy’s ass, I will.
“I don’t want to disappoint you,” she murmurs. Little does this girl know, she could never. “You won’t. Now, just take a deep breath for me, baby.”
Lo and behold, I’m a slut for my ex’s father, and I failed that class. Miserably.
“You’ll need this.” I take my hat off and drop it on her head. It’s a little big for her, and even though she looks gorgeous in anything, fuck me, the sight of her wearing my jet-black hat sends a rush of blood to my dick.
Even if she’s not my girl, I can at least lay a claim on her so no asshole around town dares to look twice her way.
Wear the hat, ride the cowboy, and all that.
“Because I’m in so much trouble when it comes to you. Tell me why the fuck I’m spending every night talking myself out of visiting the bedroom just down the hall of the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, just to see how she tastes.”
“Is that my lips, or somewhere else, cowboy?”
Colt lets out a groan mixed with a growl, and my breathy words are hardly out of me before his hand dives into my hair.
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“Look at you, baby.” He lets out a low growl. “Jesus Christ. The things I want to do to you.”
When it comes to Layla, it turns out I’m possessive as all hell and barely keeping that side of me on a leash.
Looks like this morning, I’m going to have threatened half the mountain with murder before I’ve even had my coffee.
Yes, I want to be good for him and listen to him and please him, but I also have a fucking spine, and he should know after what happened last night that I’m just as tangled up in this thing between us as he seems to be.
There’s a force that is Colton Wilder, and I’m completely at his mercy.
“I’m not looking their way, cowboy. There’s only one man I’m interested in, and he’s one I can’t have. So, what does that make me … a pathetic slut, or a masochist?”
“I don’t know. I don’t fucking know, baby. If you let me see your cunt, I’m going to want inside you. I’m going to want to eat you until you’re begging me to stop. But I know I won’t be able to stop. There’s no going back for me once that happens and I’m not going to be able to keep myself from fucking you in every one of your sweet little holes.”
Well okay then lol
But I do the rational, sane thing and don’t maul the girl half my age right here in the middle of the barn. Because I’m a gentleman. A. Real. Fucking. Gentleman.
“Baby, I want to taste you.” Kiss. “Fuck you.” Lick. “Consume you.” Bite.
Do I hate that no one has ever treated this girl the way she deserves, or do I love that I get to be the one to ruin her for anyone else who might come after me?
“You’ve wrecked me.”
“Now I know what your cum on my tongue tastes like, I’m never going to get enough of this.”
“Then we’re a match.”
“Because I want to be ruined by you, Colton Wilder.”
No, it’s nothing remotely connected to that. If I had to put a word to it, it’s the sense of ownership. There’s something feral and fucking primal in knowing I’ll have marked her in a way that I haven’t ever done before, and holy shit, if that doesn’t trigger a beast inside me that has no right to be there.
“A cowboy in a cap? That’s sexy. Hit me with the backward cap? You’ve got me wherever you want me.”
Kissing Layla is a privilege I don’t plan on ever taking for granted.
It feels like I’ve already known this girl for a lifetime longer than anything as simple as a single night tangled up in bedsheets.
Colton Wilder is my perfect man, and I’ve never fucking hated our circumstances more than in this moment.
I follow this girl wherever she fucking goes, and I don’t want her venturing anywhere without me.
If this is Colt’s happy place, then it has just leapt to the top of my list of favorite places to be in this entire world.
“I just want to own every inch of you and mark you as mine. You’ve got me going insane for you, angel.”
For what it’s worth, whatever this is, I want it so bad it fucking aches.
“Find that sweet spot, angel. Take your aim and hit that target. You can be anything you want. I have no doubt you’ll succeed. That good heart of yours is tougher than you think. If you can survive an old bastard like me, you can reach the stars and have them falling at your feet, too.”
You own my black fucking heart, and I couldn’t go another day without telling you how deeply I’m in love with you.”
you’re my wildflowers after the winter, you’re the first crackle in the fireplace when it heats up, you’re the sun chasing away storm clouds. Baby, you’re my goddamn miracle.”
Colton Wilder is my safe place to land. My person.
“Angel, you better believe you belong to me, but I belong to you.”
