A laugh bursts straight out of me. “Fuck no. Let me rephrase that.”
I look right into her green eyes as I speak.
“Lola Sterling. My beautiful wife. You can do anything your heart desires, so long as you don’t put yourself in any danger doin’ it.”
That earns me a slow, dangerous grin as her hand trails down my chest, sliding over my abs before dipping to the waistband of my sweatpants.
“So, if my heart desires getting on my knees and sucking you off as the sun rises over this beautiful ranch… you’re good with that?”
A groan rips out of me before I can stop it. This woman is going to kill me.
I tip her chin up so I can see those green eyes that own every damn piece of me. “Go on then, city girl. On your knees in the dirt and choke on my dick.”
She does.
And she looks like she just won the damn lottery as I shove my boxers down and free myself.
I really did hit the jackpot making Lola mine.
CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
LOLA
The first thingI notice when we pull up to the rodeo grounds is the noise; even at two in the afternoon, the place is buzzing like it’s a party. I had no clue what to expect. Wyatt was telling me all about rodeos this morning. He’s coming next time, I promised him, but he’s got a friend coming over to play today.
Engines rumbling, some country music blasting somewhere in the distance, people laughing and shouting. It looks like fun.
My eyes widen as I step out of Hunter’s truck. “Holy shit,” I breathe.
Hunter shuts the door beside me and comes around the front of the truck with that slow, confident swagger that still makes my stomach flutter every time I see it. “Welcome to your first rodeo, city girl,” he says, clearly amused.
I glance around again. I’ve never been nervous in busy crowds before. In my old life, that was part of the job. This feels different. Because I know they’ll spot me a mile away as a New Yorker.
There are cowboys everywhere. Some leaning against fences, others walking bulls and horses through the grounds.
“It’s… a lot,” I admit.
Hunter chuckles, sliding his hand into mine. “You’ll get used to it.”
Used to it.
I never thought it would become normal to watch people voluntarily climb onto animals the size of small tanks as if it’s just another Saturday lunchtime activity.
We walk toward the arena entrance, and the closer we get, the more people seem to appear. Fans are filling the bleachers. Kids running around with cotton candy.
My fingers tighten around Hunter’s hand. “There are so many people,” I mutter.
He glances down at me, reading my expression instantly. “Hey,” he murmurs, pulling me a little closer to his side. “You’re alright. Just stick with me.”
Easy for him to say. This man walks through crowds like he owns the ground beneath them.
Actually… he kind of does.
We duck under a gate and move behind the scenes near the competitor area, and the atmosphere shifts instantly. It’s more focused here. And very tense.
My heart starts beating faster.
“Hunter!” someone calls.