Page 120 of Fall Over You

“Darce, is the tack room open?”

Darcy tips her head, confused, but obliges. “Yeah, grab whatever you need.”

Becca shuffles off toward a door between the barn stalls, returning with a cowboy hat, a saddle and blanket, and a bright smile.

“Alright, cowgirl. I’ve got the perfect horsie for you.” Becca reaches my side and toes the floor. “Time to saddle you up, old man. Hands and knees.”

I glare at her and gesture to the sawdust floor below us. “Here?”

Becca raises her brows and leans in to mumble to me. “You going to be a brat about it? Or are you going to give your sweet baby girl what she wants?”

I scowl and slip my fingers into her belt loops with a tug, a quiet warning of what’s to come. “You’re going to hear about this later.”

Becca smirks and her voice is a low purr. “I hope I do. On your knees, Big Daddy.”

My toes curl with the sound of that, and my ears heat.

Getting back into a sexy relationship has been slow and steady. We can barely keep our hands off each other, especially now that we’re not using condoms. No need to stop the momentum, just a few caresses and everything’s getting shoved down and pushed to the side so I can claim my wife.

While that’s amazing and wonderful, I want to be enough for Becca’s adventurous side. I miss my adventurous side. I test it with a spank here, a filthy threat there. I trust her, and I know she trusts me, but I haven’t trusted myself to have the confidence to carry out a whole session where I order her around and make her pay for her bratty little stunts.

Like making me crawl on the barn floor, knowing full well that I won’t say no to my daughter.

With a sigh, I lower myself to the ground. “One horsie ride. Then we go eat Miss Darcy’s chili.”

Darcy arranges the saddle blanket on my back, then the heavy saddle on top of it.

Becca and Ellie beam at each other. “Come here, cowgirl.” She places Ellie on my back and plops the cowboy hat on top of Ellie’s head, tipping it back so she can see. “Give us a good ‘yee-haw!’”

“We actually don’t say that,” Jake grumbles, but when Ellie looks at him, he gives an enthusiastic, “Yee-haw!”

Ellie lets out her own yell as I start to crawl.

“Good choice, cowboy,” Darcy chuckles, patting her husband’s chest. “We don’t pop bubbles around here. We make dreams come true.”

FORTY-SIX

BECCA

Tyler closes Ellie’s bedroom door, looking down at the monitor in his hand to confirm she doesn’t stir at the sound. He slumps against the wall next to her door, reaching to grab my hand. His lips tip up and he leans his head against the wall, looking at me adoringly.

“Hey,” he says, a flirting lilt to his voice.

“Hi.” I admire his smile in the low light coming up from downstairs. I grin as he dips to kiss me, slow and sensual.

“I had fun tonight. You have great friends.”

“Yeah?” I ask.

Tyler’s eyes widen. “I mean, not like that. Not like we used to . . . yeah. It would be really weird to share with them. Fuck, that sounds like I’ve been thinking about it.” Tyler tugs at the collar of his shirt and looks toward the ceiling, like he’s about to say something big. “I don’t want to share you.”

This probably is big for him, and I want to give him the space to talk through it. “No?”

“No. I know we used to do that stuff, and it was really hot, but I need more now. From you. I need to be your only one. I can’t⁠—”

I decide to spare his feelings. He’s losing his cool, quite literally. “Tyler?”

He clears his throat. “Yeah?”