The apology is long overdue, and it’s not right for me to wish for forgiveness. As I was lost in my pain, I didn’t treat him right. I abandoned my friend, my horse, too stuck in my feelings to realize there’s more to life than what I had planned.
The reality of my betrayal stings, and tears come down silently. Champion doesn’t need to ever let me around him, but I hope he can see how I regret how I handled things.
Growing up without hope of an Omega has taken a toll on every Alpha for the past two generations. Even my parents' scent-matching was considered a miracle, since the Omegas' numbers were already so low at that point. To be denied something you biologically need makes you feel wrong in your own skin. I’ve thrown myself into the rodeo, wishing that I would be the answer.
The traveling life is intense, and it was only when I fell and fucked my whole hand holding on to that rope like an amateur that I realized how much I needed that so not to thinking about anything else.
The friends I made on the road moved on when they realized I wasn’t coming back. The things that mattered once before—cars, women, money—fuck, nothing mattered when I came here to this ranch and worked myself to the bone every day.
“Sorry it took me so long to get here.”
Learning always takes longer for a thick-skulled asshole like me.
I stay with Champion for a long time. When he's done letting me cry all over him, I take the brush and start working on his coat, humming a song as I do.
The moon is high in the sky when I make my way back to the house. I’m still full of energy, and when I see Veda’s window coming into view, I can’t help myself. I pry it open, just like I did weeks ago, feeling fucking amazing and wanting nothing but to bury myself in her.
“What are you doing?” she screams when I hop in.
“Just thought it was a nice callback.” I chuckle and take off my shoes.
She’s in her nest, a soft blue nightgown so tight it stretches over her tits. Her hair down, soft curls cascading down her back. I lick my lips, thinking about burying my hands on them.
“Let me sleep with you?”
It’s a question, but I’m already in the nest, crawling to her, begging for a chance. She smiles in a way that makes my heart hurt.
“Sleep?” Her eyes are teasing.
My nose dips into her neck, and inhales all the goodness that is her. She relaxes, and I take my advantage to have her under me, my rough denim-clad knee between her soft thighs.
“And if I want to fuck you? Is it time yet?” I lick her skin.
She can’t do that until she’s six weeks postpartum, and I can’t pretend I’m not counting the days. Will she let me make her feel good anyway? I want nothing but to bury my face between her legs.
She hums, and her perfumes start like clockwork. How am I supposed to believe this woman is not for me? She’s so responsive to my touch, so good for me.
“Not yet,” she tsks. “Two weeks to go.”
I groan. It’s desperate, but I take her mouth anyway. I need to kiss her as much as I need to breathe. She responds to me quickly. Her nails scrape my scalp, and I shiver all over for her. My hand parts her legs, and I find her pussy waiting for me. She’s wet and so fucking ready, yet I can’t fuck her the way I need.
“I was with Storm,” I tell her.
She takes my face between her palms and makes me stop wandering and concentrate on her face, but it doesn’t work much. I steal a kiss. She can’t deny me and kisses me back.
“Tell me, please,” she whispers between my eager lips.
“She let me ride her.”
It’s a lot that I don’t say in that sentence, a lot that stretches in the air between us. Her eyes flick between mine, her gaze assessing. I can’t help myself; my hand is nestled over her needy pussy, and I play with her clit just a little, reminding her of what she’s asking me to pause. She whimpers and shivers, and takes my other hand on hers, thumb tracing the ugly scar.
If I could help, she’d be nowhere close to my scar, but she seems to care as much as I do. Having an angel love on his ugly parts can change a cowboy for life.
My vixen pushes me into the bed and straddles me. Her eyes hold too much intensity when she asks me one more time. “Tell me, you really did it?”
I chuckle. “I wouldn’t lie to you, darlin’.”
The most beautiful smile takes over her whole face and gives me another reason to live. Fuck, she’s so pretty. I used to think I was the unluckiest fucker in the world, but how could I be? Look what I have here? The most beautiful woman in the world perched on top of my cock, smiling at me like I hung the fucking moon.
