Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 20145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 101(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 101(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Only to run into Williams and Windy.
They’re dressed in a tuxedo and bridesmaid's gown, respectively, but their actions don’t match their garb. The hood of a car is propped open, Windy on one side picking over the innards, and Williams on the other side doing the same.
Behind them are Fig and Hank, a couple from the Rough clan.
“Really, you don’t need to do this now,” Hank says. “I got a mechanic friend in the firehouse.”
“Something you want to take care of now,” Williams says. “The more you drive on it, the more damage you’re going to do.”
“I don’t think we have the parts to fix this right now,” Windy comments.
“We can minimize the damage at least.”
“Will, are you seriously working on cars at my wedding?” I say, shaking my head.
He pokes up from under the hood. “Someone needed help, so I’m helping.”
“I just asked if we should be worried about that popping sound the car was making,” Fig says, her face in her hands. “I didn’t need it fixed right this instant.”
“You could have some serious problems if you leave it, though,” Windy chimes in. “And I know people will go forever before getting their car fixed. If we tighten this here, I think you got about a hundred miles before you’re playing with fire again.”
“Thank you,” Fig says, grinning nervously.
The scene amuses me, but that’s what family’s about. Helping one another. Being there for one another. Bringing together all our talents and making it work. Seeing Windy in a fancy dress and her hands covered in oil? That’s just who she is. A loving and dedicated woman, and my brother couldn’t have chosen better for a bride.
We finally reach our truck. We climb in, our hands meeting, exchanging coy glances. It’s been one hell of a day, and there’s only one way it can get better.
The cabin my father gave me is where we end up. It’s good enough for now, given we spent so much time on the road. We talked about where and how we’d like to live someday. Something functional, we both agreed. Traveling makes you remember what really matters, and what’s just excess.
We get to the door and I unlock it. I swing her off her feet, leaving her giggling. We cross the threshold.
“There we go. Carried you across the threshold. Another tradition checked off the list.”
“One more major one to hit tonight. I suggest we get to it sooner rather than later.”
I smile. “Always liked how forward you are, babe.”
Through the house and to the bed I carry her, planting her on the bed and giving her a playful kiss.
We both strip, which is an act that takes some time given all the stuff we’re wearing. I laugh as I have to help her unzip, reminded of that very first kiss, the fact that this is the opposite of what she asked me to do leading up to it.
She’s soon lying on the bed in only the underwear and stockings of her outfit. Her feet are poking at me, nudging my cock through the fabric of my boxers. I suddenly understand why some people have a fetish for that.
I give her what she wants, dropping my boxers as she does a little dance in pushing her underwear down her legs to expose herself for me.
We’re soon back together. So entwined. My cock rubs against her sex before pushing in, causing her the moan out loud and squeeze me like a vise.
The entire day we’ve been building to this. Wanting one another. Desiring one another. Yearning for one another. And we throw ourselves fully into that lust, that need.
I savor every pleasurable murmur from her lips, every way she touches me. How her legs close around me, never wanting to let me go.
She’s so fucking magical. And now she’s mine. And I’m hers.
“There’s no other bull I ever want to ride but you, Jennings.”
“You’re not the bull rider, though.”
“Alright, no other stallion. Is that better?”
I shake my head, a huge smile on her face.
I’ll love and protect this woman for the rest of my days.
Of all the things in this crazy world, that much I can be sure of.
EPILOGUE TWO - JUNE
Jennings rides. His bull whips and tries its damnedest to throw him off, but he’s at the top of his game. He rides it around the ring, gripping the reins hard even as the bull charges and stops, trying everything it can to get him off.
My stomach flips and struggles when I see him being tossed about like this. He’s done this hundreds of times but I can’t help but worry when I see it.
My brother has fully recovered from his accident, he’s even working up to riding in shows, but I’m still worried about it happening again, to either of them. And how it could come out even worse.