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“Gonna finish fixing up this place this winter, and then you won’t be able to resist movin’ in with me.”
“Alright, Cowboy. Challenge accepted.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
ROWAN
FOUR MONTHS LATER
Diesel: You wearing that sexy red thong I like?
Rowan: I was thinking commando might be more your style?
Diesel: Screw dinner. Gonna fuck you against the table instead.
Rowan: That is not the romance package I signed up for on our first Valentine’s Day.
Diesel: Okay, fair point. I’ll wine and dine you, then fuck you senseless.
Rowan: Deal.
“You sure you’re okay babysitting?” I ask Elle who’s sitting on my bed, waiting for me to finish getting ready for my hot date tonight.
“I think I can handle a three-year-old,” she states. “Plus, Kenzie and I are having a singles-only party after Dawson goes to bed, so she’ll be there to help me.”
It’s been a crazy five months since Chelsea and Dawson moved to Texas. In fact, it’s been quite the adventure since the night Diesel kissed me in the bar office.
But I wouldn’t change it for the world. I’ve never been happier and love seeing this side of Diesel.
“Alright, I’m ready,” I tell Elle, staring into the mirror and inhaling a deep breath. I’m dressed up more than usual, and I hope I knock Diesel on his ass when he sees me. “How do I look?” I spin around for her to get a good look.
She examines me from head to toe with a cheeky grin. “Like you’re about to get laid six ways to Sunday.”
“Well, then I guess that’s perfect!” I chuckle, brushing my hands down my skintight dress. “Though I’m like ninety-percent positive I won’t be able to sit in this thing without it splitting at the ass.”
“I’m wondering how you’re going to even walk in those shoes…” She raises her brows at my five-inch platforms. I’ve worn heels less than five times in my whole life, and it’s possible I might trip and break my neck.
I walk around my bed, and my ankle jerks, making me stumble. “Dammit. How do women wear these things?”
“You should’ve practiced,” she scolds.
“No, no. I think I have this…” I straighten my back and walk around my room. “I’ll be fine.”
“You’re walking in slow motion,” Elle deadpans.
“It’s the only way.”
She snickers, shaking her head at me.
“You’re basically a doctor, so if I twist something, you can fix me up!” I grin.
“A vet,” she emphasizes. “An animal doctor.”
“Potato, potahto.”
“No, ma’am. Now, if you’re birthing a calf or a foal, then I’m your girl. Otherwise, you’d be going to see my parents at the ER.” Both my uncle Evan and aunt Emily would no doubt give me a hard time for wearing these, especially if they saw me at the hospital banged up.
“Yeah, I don’t want that. Would kinda ruin my whole rough sex plans for tonight.”
Elle gags, making me laugh.
“Please, let’s go before you hurt something.” She stands, and we head for the door.
We drive to Diesel’s house where Dawson’s staying tonight. He wanted to give Chelsea and Trace a chance to have a romantic night without worrying about getting up with a toddler in the morning. They’ve been seriously dating for the past few months, and they’re great together. Trace adores Dawson and is great with him. He’s surrounded by so much love and is the luckiest little kid to have four adults who get along and can co-parent together.
Elle parks her truck, and I slowly get out, adjusting my dress before making my way to the door. As soon as it opens and he sees me walking up his steps, his jaw drops.
“Hooooly fuck.”
Seeing Diesel’s face was totally worth it.
“You like?” I ask, swallowing hard.
Elle comes to my side. “He better, considering what it took to get you in that thing.”
“I definitely do, but now I don’t want anyone else to see you…” He pulls me into his arms and slides one hand down my back. “Especially with your legs and ass on display. Hell, you’re tryin’ to kill me, aren’t you?”
“She’s gonna kill herself in those heels,” Elle says, snickering as she walks into the house, and Dawson comes running toward her.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear those before.” His gaze lowers, admiring every inch of me.
“Nope, but I wanted to wear them for a special occasion.”
“Then we better get going because my mind is running wild with ideas…” He closes the gap between us and kisses me. “Like right now, I’m envisioning you bent over wearing only those heels.”
“Mmm…now that I can probably arrange,” I whisper, brushing my lips against his again.
“Daddy!” Dawson interrupts, tugging on his jeans.
We quickly pull apart. I forgot we had an audience.
“What is it, bud?” Diesel kneels, removing his cowboy hat.
“Aunt Ellie said I could have cereal for supper!” His smile’s so wide and genuine, it’s impossible to tell him no.
“Is that so?”
