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I placed my beer back on the table. “Paige and I always had this fire, it just took a while for us to accept it.”

I felt like I was speaking in riddles, but this wasn’t my truth to tell alone. Plus, I liked living in our epic love story. I liked the story that we had been madly in love for over a year before our passion drove us to spontaneously get married in Vegas. We’d told the story so many times I was starting to believe it myself.

I didn’t want to talk about how I waited too long to get my hands on her and I didn’t want to talk about how when I finally did, I was piss drunk.

I caught myself forgetting that only a month ago we had never even slept together. I found myself wishing that I had manned up sooner just so our love story was as cute and grand as everyone thought it was. That was the story she deserved.

Reality was much harsher.

“When you want to tell me the truth, I’m here to listen. I have to admit, though…I like you guys together. It feels natural,” Buck said, tipping his beer bottle to cheers mine.

He didn’t know that his words would hit the nail on the head, but that was the most terrifying thing about it.

39

IT’S CALLED LOVE, BUCK

CASH

Life was fucking good.

No, life was great.

I was nervous to ride the first weekend, but when I saw Paige screaming my name it gave me a new confidence I was missing. When I was escorted out of the arena, she ran into my arms so fast I almost toppled over. For the first time, I didn’t care if I won or lost because I had the ultimate prize, and her legs were wrapped around my waist.

The energy was high as we loaded into the car after the second rodeo. I managed to secure enough winnings to buy a bid into the professional rodeo circuit next season if I wanted to. I was still debating if that was a life I wanted, but it was a life I earned. One of the first things I’d ever earned completely on my own.

Paige rolled her window down all the way and screamed into the sunshine as we pulled onto the main road. The team wanted to go out to celebrate, so once we got home everyone went to their rooms to change.

I was spraying cologne when Paige opened the bathroom door and stepped out. My jaw dropped and my cock stirred to life as I drank her in. She was wearing a pair of bell bottom jeans that looked like they were painted on with the way they framed her ass, and a strapless black corset top.

“Fuck,” I said, scratching the scruff along my jawline.

She smirked at me. “Do I look okay?”

“You look better than okay.” I draped my arms around her so my palms were firmly on her ass. Her hands ran up my red flannel and she gripped the fabric just below the collar.

“Have I ever told you how fucking hot you are, Leonard?”

I bit my bottom lip as if thinking deeply about her question. “I’m not sure you have.”

“So fucking hot,” she said, raising up on her toes to place a kiss on my lips. My grip on her ass tightened as I deepened the kiss. She moaned into my mouth, and I had to back away before we ended up skipping the bar all together.

“Let’s go before I ruin that top by ripping it off you.” I gestured for her to lead the way out.

“Sounds like a pretty solid night to me,” she said, throwing a wink over her shoulder as she passed me to leave the room. I tilted my chin to ceiling and breathed out, willing God to give me the strength to get through this night without dragging my wife into a dirty bar bathroom to fuck her.

The Wild Boar was packed when we entered. One of my favorite things about the local rodeos was the fact that every weekend, most of the contestants gathered in one of the local towns for a night of absolute shenanigans.

It gave me a sense of community, allowing me to get to know the other men who were in the same position as me.

I told Paige to head to a table with Buck and Tweety while I ordered drinks. She gave me a quick kiss and disappeared into the crowd. The minute I reached the bar, girls appeared around me.

A few weeks ago, I might’ve liked the attention, but things were different now. The only girl I wanted was the pretty little blonde who’d stolen my heart. I peeled a girl’s hand off my hip as I leaned across the bar to order some drinks.

“There he is!” Brian Cook clapped me on the shoulder as he sidled up next to me. A girl immediately found his side and he wrapped an arm around her, whispering something into her ear that made her eyes flare.

I dipped my chin in greeting as the bartender placed my tray of drinks in front of me.