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The shower. Boone. Nash.
Wyatt.
My summer boy.
I can’t believe I slept with my oldest friend, and everything about it felt natural.
It was raw.
We were real.
I’d been so worried about ruining our friendship, but now I’m wondering if we were meant to be more all along. With the way he’s holding me sweetly, delicately, I’m scared to let him go.
He pulled me back from the brink of darkness with one tantalizing kiss, but what am I giving him in return? A life traveling from rodeo to rodeo? I don’t want to drag my summer boy down into the pits of my despair, but if there’s one thing that will always kill my good notions, it’s my selfish tendencies, and I want him badly.
I know a good thing when I see it, and Wyatt Patterson is too good to be true. This will probably end in a disaster, but I don’t give a shit. Let us go up in flames.
Before I can let myself spiral into worries over the present, the future, and worries of us, I reach down, stroking him.
He’s already hard.
This man’s the best distraction.
A deep groan escapes his lips, his arms tightening instinctively around me, and those mouthwatering forearm veins pop. I’m not sure when I made the switch to describing his veins as mouthwatering, but there’s no turning back now.
Especially not after last night.
His sleepy groan sparks a burn in my core, and I work him harder. His greens pop open in surprise, but it quickly melts to heat. And when I start climbing down his body, fully intent on taking him in my mouth, that spark turns into a wildfire. A husky noise scrapes through the back of his throat when he realizes my plans for the morning.
“Fuck,” he rasps. “You’re so much better than my alarm clock.”
His voice is thick with sleep, but that only makes it sound rougher. Why are men’s tired morning voices so sexy? It’s like silky sandpaper rubbing all over me.
“Dada!” a tiny voice shouts from her crib in the corner.
We both freeze.
“Shit.” Wyatt yanks up the covers so fast I almost fall off the bed. He whips his head between us, eyes wide like he’s worried Vi will remember this moment when she’s older. “Is it bad that I forgot she was in here?”
My hands fly to my mouth. “No, I forgot too, so I guess we’re both terrible people for almost ruining her innocence.”
We laugh at that, our chuckles syncing, but then Wyatt groans and throws his head back into the pillows. “I love her, but my girl’s got the worst timing.”
I climb back up his body to gently kiss him. “Hey, she’ll understand one day.”
He grimaces. “Great, and now the moment’s ruined. Thanks for that.”
This man. He’s such a daddy. I brush the loose strands from his forehead, smiling. “You’re gonna have to let her grow up, you know.”
“I know, but she’s not growing up today.”
He grins at his daughter clutching at the railing, and we both watch her for a moment. After last night, and how awful that was, just looking at her trying to pull herself up in the crib warms me back up, melts all the bad. There’s so much goodness in my life now that Wyatt and Vi are back. They’re my bright spots.
He rubs his calloused fingertips up my ribcage. “Are you okay after last night?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I just have to get back out in the gym. The Tejas rodeo is coming up and there will be a scout there to watch me compete, so I need to practice.”
“So, Tejas is a big deal?”
