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“Prove it.” She’s full of surprises tonight. Flicking the brim of my hat, she bites her lip. “What’s that rule again? Wear the hat, ride the cowboy?”

My cock punches against my zipper. “I ain’t no cowboy, baby, but I am your husband, and I’m more than happy to prove it to you between these pretty thighs.” I smooth my hands up her legs, thumbs drifting under the hem of her dress. “And when I’m done, there won’t be any doubt left in your mind. I am the only man who you’ll be riding, now and forever.”

We’re on the move again, her legs hooked around my waist as I bound toward the back of the barn, where the grass is overgrown and we have a perfect view of the sunset.

I stop in front of the fence, placing her on her feet. Eyes heavy with lust, her mouth drops. “Here?”

“Here.” I spin her, setting her hands on the post and pressing my lips to her ear as I curl my body over hers. “Flip that pretty little dress up. Show me my pussy and let me remind you who it belongs to.”

THIRTY-FOUR

TALIA

Tate’s possessive tone rolls over me like gravel, rough and firm, raising the hairs on my arms. It should insult me. I’m not to be owned. I’m not a kept woman.

His words have heat pooling low in my belly.

Because I love it. I love this unbridled version, so worked up with his need to prove I’m his.

The wooden fence is coarse against my palms as I curl my fingers around it. We’re far enough away from the barn, partly hidden by the long grass. Pink and purple paint the clouds with the setting sun. The music echoes from inside, the stomping of boots on the dance floor as a new song starts.

Anyone could walk out here and see us like this.

But I need this as much as he does.

The more we fight, the higher the pressure builds. There’s nowhere for it to go but out. Which is why I reach back, pinch the hem of my dress, and reveal my lavender underwear.

Tate’s deep hum of approval dances with the crickets out in the field. “What a pretty view. I like you bent over like this.” He smooths a palm over my ass. “Yeah. This is nice.”

I tremble, replacing my hands on the fence to stop from falling over with the weight of his attention.

“We need to hurry.” I push my hips back, seeking him out.

“Hurry?” He tuts. “No. You’re not making me wait over a year for this and asking me to hurry. I’m going to take my time between these gorgeous thighs. Drag out your pleasure until you’re shaking for relief. No. There’s no hurrying. I’m going to fuck you into remembering who you are while you admire the sunset.”

My head lolls to the side, his Stetson almost falling off, when he plucks at the string between my cheeks. “Drop the hat and I stop.” I growl at him, which makes him chuckle before sliding my underwear down my thighs. He helps me step out of them, and when I glance over my shoulder, I shudder at the sight of him pressing the lace to his nose and inhaling. “God, I’ve missed this.” Then he drops to his knees, large hands gripping my cheeks and spreading them lewdly. “There she is.”

“Tate,” I moan. “You’re not playing fair.”

I hiss through my clenched teeth when he blows a stream of cool air over my center. “I never promised to. Now, eyes on the sky while I get you nice and wet, ready for my cock.”

Without delay, he licks a long line up my seam, kissing and sucking with fervor. I can no longer make out the sky; stars line my vision as Tate tongue fucks me, alternating between wedging his face between my cheeks and flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue.

This. Good god. I’ve missed this. The times at waterfall and in the hotel are secondary to having his mouth on me again. They barely took the edge off.

He knows what I love. What makes my cries pitch and toes curl.

And he knows exactly when my orgasm is about to crest, and just as the white-hot pleasure builds in my core, he drags himself away.

“Tate. Don’t you dare.” He keeps a hand on my upper back, stopping me from turning, but I know there’ll be a wicked glint in his eyes. Teasing me like this is his specialty. “Please. Let me finish.”

“I will, sweet girl,” he coos. The jangle of his belt buckle and the teeth of his zipper hint at the promise. “Eventually.”

The moment the silken length of him brushes over my skin, I’m done for. My willpower crumbles. I hand myself over to him, allowing the exquisite sensation of him entering me for the first time in so long to take over my senses.

“Oh, Talia. It’s better than I remember.” I can hear the restraint in his voice. “So wet and soft. So fucking…” He moves deeper, stretching me, filling me. “Mine.”

“More. I need more.” I wiggle my hips, fingernails digging into the wood. “I need you, baby.”