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Much to my chagrin, the town threw us a party when they found out. A real small town surprise reception. Surprises like that would normally piss me off but seeing the shock and love in Dakota’s eyes made me grin and bear it for the whole evening.

Also thanks to Dakota, there’s a brand new arena that was finished just in time for the rodeo to start, and the finishing touches are being done on our brand new house this coming week. A house with a wraparound porch with a swing that isn’t going to be flashy and meant to impress people, but one that’s going to be perfect for a family.

Because now I want one of those. Who knew.

“Chance, you aren’t even watching the performance,” she laughs, leaning into me.

“I’m watching the only thing I’m interested in.” My hands dance across her stomach, sliding underneath the fabric of her shirt.

“You’re so lucky you made these windows one way.” She drops her head onto my shoulder and gives in to my touch.

“You’d be getting this either way, sweetheart,” I growl in her ear. “But no, no one sees what’s mine.”

Reaching down, I pull up her skirt to find she’s not wearing anything underneath. I growl again, knowing she did this on purpose to drive me wild.

“Have you been walking around the grounds here all day without panties on, sweetheart?”

“Maaaaybe,” she says, drawing out the vowel to taunt me.

I nip at her shoulder as I unbuckle my belt, letting the sides hang as I reach for my zipper. “You’re going to get it for that.”

Bending her forward slightly, I press into her, moving slowly as I hook her leg over my arm and slide in.

Dakota moans, reaching back and knocking my hat off so she can run her hands through my hair. She grips on tight to the point of pain, but I let her. I actually welcome the pain. It adds to the thrill of pleasure I take from my wife.

My wife. That’s something that even a whole year later, I’m still getting used to saying.

“Yes,” Dakota moans as I thrust inside of her.

Taking my free hand, I gently slide it up her side and cup her breast, tweaking her nipple in time with the motion of my hips.

“Chance, Chance,” she chants, her breath becoming heavier and heavier.

I hold back the rush of my orgasm, needing her to let go first.

“Come for me, sweetheart. Let me feel you.”

Holding myself back to the point of pain, I pinch her nipples and bite down on her neck, knowing the spots that drive her wild.

“Chance. Fuck. I can’t.”

“You can, and you will.”

With another hard tweak and thrust, she falls apart, squeezing me and allowing me to follow her in her rush.

“Fuck, babe,” I whisper, just as the crowd erupts in sounds and applause below us.

“Even they’re impressed,” Dakota laughs as I lower her leg.

“If only they knew.” I kiss the spot on her neck that is most definitely going to leave a mark. I should be ashamed, but I’m not. Dakota’s mine and everyone who isn’t aware is going to fucking find out.

“We should get down there,” she says lazily, holding on to my arm.

The reflection of light off her wedding rings catches my eye in the reflection of the glass, and I smile.

If she hadn’t grabbed my arm that night in the bar to save her from her douche of an ex-boyfriend, I wouldn’t know what it was like to truly love someone and let myself be loved. I would have remained in that horrible mess of a shell that I was, being alive, but not truly living.

Dakota rocked my world and turned it upside down. I may still be a stubborn asshole of a cowboy, but I’m her stubborn asshole of a cowboy.

And we wouldn’t have it any other way.