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“You’re so fucking strong, Clover,” I grunted.
She cried out.
We moved together, sweaty and raw, until I could feel the orgasm building in both of us.
I grabbed her by the hips and pounded into her, faster and harder as I felt her tighten around me. I roared out in pleasure, my body shaking with exhilarating waves of ecstasy, and Clover soon followed, screaming out my name and gripping me tight. Her hair was wild and untamed. Her body reeked of sex, death, and sweat.
We both collapsed into a pile of boneless euphoria, panting and grinning.
I kissed Clover softly, relieved that she was safe. “My Wildflower,” I whispered. “My survivor . . .”
CLOVER
TWO YEARS LATER
The pulsating energy of the Fort Worth Stock Show & Rodeo enveloped us, the clamor of enthusiastic spectators, the rhythmic cadence of horses, and the distant drone of the announcer filling the air. Amidst it all, Declan and I were perched on the bleachers, his arm securely draped around me. I watched as my younger sister, Avery, made her preparations in the ring. I was a mix of nerves and pride for the daredevil sister of mine.
“Your grip could crush steel, Clover,” Declan’s deep voice playfully teased in my ear, causing a tremor of amusement to course through me. His presence was as calming as it was grounding.
“Sorry,” I replied, loosening my vise-like grip on his hand. But as I turned my attention back to the ring, I couldn’t help but tighten it again.
With a hearty chuckle, Declan assured, “She’s going to do great.”
Anxiously, I traced my thumb over the back of his hand as I watched Avery. She had always been braver than most, a female bull rider in a male-dominated sport. I was nervous for her, yet I had never been prouder.
“I know,” I said, turning to him with a smile. “Did you know she got another sponsor?”
Declan feigned surprise. “Another? Your sister is going to be a rodeo star before we know it.”
“She already is,” I corrected him with a grin.
My gaze found Avery across the ring, her figure vibrant and full of life despite the distance. She had been my rock in the storm, her protective nature a constant source of strength in the face of adversity. When Declan and I first came home, covered in Jim Harlow’s blood, she wept at my feet, terrified that something bad would happen to us again.
It had taken time for her to see that Declan was safe, that he didn’t carry with him the pain of our past, but the promise of a peaceful future. He understood our pain, our fear, but he was determined to offer something else. Hope. Stability. A love that wasn’t marred by darkness.
Watching Declan from the corner of my eye, I could see the quiet determination etched on his face. He’d borne Avery’s initial distrust with patience and grace, unwavering in his commitment to prove himself to her. To prove that he could bring me peace and normalcy outside of his past.
And he had.
Looking at our life now, it was clear that Declan had made good on his promises. He’d gifted me a life where I could pursue my passions without fear, where I could watch my sister thrive, and where I was loved unconditionally. The journey had been far from easy, and it had taken a lot of time and effort from all of us. But it had been worth it.
“Big weekend coming up at the Wilder Barn,” he said, his thumb drawing circles on my hand. “All prepped for the Smith wedding?”
I let out a laugh, shaking my head in wonder. “Yes. She loves the flowers I picked out for the centerpieces. Still can’t believe you built that for me, Dec. It’s perfect. And yes, we’re ready. The barn’s never looked more beautiful.” When I told Declan about my dream to host events and weekend rides on my property, he made it his life’s mission to make it a reality. He bought the property behind ours, expanding our land to forty acres. We had a new barn, an event center, and were in the process of building cute cabins at the edge of our property for people to rent. At first, it made him uncomfortable to invite people into our space, but he overcame that.
His responding smile was filled with pride and adoration. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to my temple. “And the new horses?”
“Settling in well. They’re a handful, but a wonderful one. Ginny likes having younger horses to mother.”
The small talk continued as we watched the event unfold, Declan’s voice a comforting background hum against the thrilling excitement around us. We chatted about life—the new horses that we were trying to acclimate to our herd, the upcoming wedding we were hosting at the event center he’d built for me, and our plans for the weekend trail rides.
We were just two ordinary people living an extraordinary life, a life we had fought tooth and nail for. Our past was a chapter that we had decided to close. We had survived and emerged stronger, refusing to be defined by our scars. Today, we were thriving.
Just as I was lost in my thoughts, a pair of familiar figures approached us. Laura, her smile as bright as the Texas sun, led her eight-year-old son Carson toward us. With his shock of bright blond hair and freckled face, Carson was a bundle of endless energy, one that reminded me of the simpler times of childhood.
“Hey there, troublemaker!” Declan greeted Carson, ruffling his hair playfully as the boy waved around a bright, flashy toy in his hand.
“Declan, Declan! Look!” Carson was practically bouncing in his excitement. His light-up toy danced in the evening glow, painting swirling patterns in the air. “It’s a space sword!”
