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“You wear the hat, you ride the cowboy.”
😍😍
“Having you think I’m out fucking everything that moves when I’ve looked at nothing and no one since the first day I laid eyes on you. I stepped into that godforsaken boardroom, and you practically demanded I become obsessed with you.” I gasp for air, rendered speechless.
“Now, tell me honestly, Summer. If this were your last moment on earth, what would you want me to do?” I don’t even need to think about it. I know what I want from him. “Ruin me.” “Good. I’m about fucking done being a gentleman with you. And the only thing I’m ruining you for is anyone else.”
I don’t know what this is between Summer and me, but I want to worship at her throne. I want to give her the best of everything. The best of me.
He stares at me, as though he’s processing what I’ve just told him, before he leans back over me, cupping my skull in his big hands with so much tenderness that my chest aches. “You’ve got me, Princess. Only you, I promise,” he husks, before kissing me.
Summer is wedged under my arm, hair a tangled mess, lips all swollen and pink, bare face sprinkled with freckles like sugar on top of a cupcake.
I grin down at my hands. If Summer’s jealousy were water, I’d want to bathe in it. “No, Princess. Watching you get jealous over me is victory enough for a simple man like me. Never knew I’d like that so much. You are downright adorable, all pink cheeked and worked up like this.”
Emmett knows there are lots of great places to bury a body on my ranch. No one would ever find him again if he laid a hand on you.”
One more championship and maybe I’ll take my gold buckle and hang up my hat. Preferably on Summer Hamilton’s head.
He also looks fucking delicious. Dark and mysterious with his hat pulled down low on his face, charcoal shirt under his bull riding vest, and those simple warm brown chaps. So. Good.
the thought of me dying is easier to swallow than the thought of having to sit here in the stands while something might happen to Rhett.
When you find yourself truly falling for someone.
“What if you stopped worrying about everything that could go wrong and just let yourself enjoy how right this feels?”
“I’ll burn more bridges to take a kick at the can with you, Summer. Give me a shot.”
while I sit in the draining tub, watching the water swirl in a cyclone. A perfect reflection of how I’m currently feeling inside. Shaken up. Spinning. Thoroughly not myself and yet, more myself than I’ve ever felt.
And I melt into the bed, soaking up this side of him I didn’t even know existed. Sweet, and tender, and swoony.
“I love your freckles,” he murmurs from behind me, the pad of his finger tracing lines across the expanse of my back. “They remind me of all the constellations. Like I could draw lines between them, and pictures would appear.” It’s such an oddly worshipful thing to say.
He’s not ashamed, more like he’s proud of me and wants everyone to know I’m hooking up with him. Which is an altogether new experience.
No other feeling is better
I give him a curious look as he watches me from the edge of the bed, and then I turn back to see what he’s written. He’s connected the freckles to say Mine. And God, in this moment, I feel like that might be true.
I shake my head, a little sheepish over what a growly prick I’d been to her. “The only thing I hated was how badly I wanted you, Princess.”
Needing contact. I slide my hands over her hips and the globes of her round ass as I drop to my knees in front of her. “You’re too fucking much. Too pretty. Too good.”
"No, you are." Her hand cups my cheek, fingernails rasping over my stubble. “I think I’ve wasted enough time with men who aren’t good enough to know that you are better than good. More than enough.” I close my eyes and soak that up for a moment. Hearing that I’m enough for someone like Summer. I didn’t know how badly I needed to hear that.
“Such a pretty fucking princess,”
GOD level
“Princess, you look like you were made for me.”
“I feel like I was made for you.”
I’m hit with a realization that sends me reeling. Summer wasn’t just made for me. She’s it for me.
“Talk to her like that again and I’ll fucking bury you. And trust me, you won’t be missed.”
“I’m sorry,” he says as if he’s just realizing the surrounding mayhem. “Fuck. I’m so sorry, Summer. I just . . . fuck. No one talks to you like that. No one. Not ever.”
Love a protective king!!!!
“But I want to make one thing clear. I am not possessive. I am protective. And I’ll never stop protecting you. I’d hit that fucker again in a heartbeat if it meant keeping him from talking to you that way.”
Love a protective king!!!
And I definitely don’t want to consider the fact that I might be in love with Rhett Eaton.
Way too late
already miss Rhett so badly that there’s a constant ache in my chest.
saw that night was a man who’d burn everything down to defend you. I saw a man who’d risk it all to take care of you.”
“Maybe not. But that man wears his love for you on his sleeve for the entire world to see. And he doesn’t give a shit who sees it. He’d scream it from the mountain tops if you asked him to. It’s written all over him. And you definitely need that.”
We spent weeks together. Traveling. Working out. Eating. He gave me his last chicken wing and let me warm my feet on him without complaint.
“You’re what matters.” He reaches for my arm, and I yank it back. Turning, I grit my teeth. Feeling . . . cornered. Like I could attack. “Rhett. Get. Out.” “Not a fucking chance, Princess.”
“Please don’t cry. I fucking hate it when you cry. It’s like a bullet to my chest.” “Taken many bullets, have you?” My voice is weak, and I hate that. “No,” he husks, “but I would. For you, I would.”
“So, take your time. Do what you need to. Carry on with the cold shoulder, hate me, make a voodoo doll and needle the hell out of it. I don’t fucking care. I’ll take it all. Just think about what I’m telling you. Think about being everything with me. I’ll keep coming back, no matter what. You’re my priority. I’ll keep trying because I’m not quitting on you. Ever.”
I’m always fucking staring at her. I want to spend the rest of my life staring at her. Then she mouths, I love you.
The fame. The buckle. None of it matters. Not one bit. All I want is to hear those words from her lips. I don’t want to spend my last moments on a bull. I want to spend them hearing her whisper that in my ear.
But I told her I’d keep coming back for her. That I’d never stop. And that’s what I’m going to do.
“I could ask you the same thing, Princess.”
I couldn’t stand the thought of you being here alone. You’re . . .” Her voice cracks and tears well in her eyes. “You’re it for me too.”
The woman in front of me is the center of my attention. The center of my universe.
I don’t give a fuck who’s watching. “I love you,” she says, her voice soft but sure.
“I love you too. And I don’t need to ride tonight. Or ever again. Hearing that from your lips is the biggest win of my life.”
It’s the best kiss of my life. It’s the best moment of my life. Because I found the piece that was missing.
but I know I’m going to do it with Summer. I’m going to keep coming back, keep proving to her we’re better together.
Making a statement and not giving a flying fuck who sees us. Choosing each other. Finding each other. Showing up for each other. And everything about the moment is flawless.
“It’s perfect, Princess. And so are you.”
She looks like a fucking goddess in the harsh afternoon light.
Worship!!
“I love you too, Princess. You know I do.” I feel her smile against the skin of my chest before she rolls off me with a satisfied sigh.
