I remind him, "He's your bestie."
He grunts but removes his hand from under my dress.
"Noooo," I whine.
He sucks on his finger with a groan, then shouts, "Keep your pants on for a hot minute, Jagger." Lowering his voice, he says to me, "Save that fire for me. Let me see what he wants and then I'll get rid of him."
"Please," I beg.
"On it, sugar," he says, then opens the door.
Jagger pushes inside past Wyatt, wearing his usual shit-eating grin. "Well, well. You two look cozy."
I roll my eyes with a smile. "Get to the point, Jagger."
His eyes dance. "Heard your team won today. Figured you'd want to know Wyatt took the purse at the rodeo too."
My chest swells with pride. "Yes, I know, Einstein."
Wyatt shrugs with infuriating nonchalance, but his grin betrays him. "Rode that bull like the devil was on my tail."
"Damn straight you did," Jagger boasts.
I jump off the counter and step next to Wyatt. "I bet you did! I'm so proud of you!"
Jagger clears his throat dramatically. "Well, if you're done making moon eyes, Mom wants you to head over for dinner tomorrow. Sebastian and Georgia are coming in town for the week."
Wyatt slings an arm around my waist, tugging me close. "We'll be there."
Jagger's eyes narrow on Wyatt. "Better be. And keep your hands to yourself. There will be children present."
"I won't make promises I can't keep," Wyatt shoots back with a smirk.
Jagger mutters something under his breath as he walks off. The second the door shuts, Wyatt picks me up again. "Where were we?"
"Think we were about here," I tease, tugging him down for another hungry kiss.
The hours blur after that. Clothes become casualties of war, littering the floor. The bed springs creak under the rhythm of our bodies coming together. His name becomes a mantra on my lips. When he finally collapses beside me, both of us slick with sweat, the silence is thick with more than just exhaustion.
Our love has grown roots, deep and lasting.
Wyatt's hand strokes lazy circles on my stomach. "I've been thinking."
"That's dangerous," I tease.
He chuckles, but it fades quickly. His eyes meet mine, dark and serious. "I've been winning big. I put most of it in savings, like I promised. I have more than enough now to buy that land I told you about."
My breath catches. "You're serious?"
He nods. "Yes. And I know what I want to do with it."
"Build the house you keep sketching out?"
He pauses.
Nerves fill my belly. "What is it?" I sit up.
He sits up too, announcing, "I want to start a bull riding school."
