Page 45 of Wrangled and Tangled (Raven Peak Ranch #1)
Three Months Later
I ’ve been miserable waiting on Spencer to call for the last few months. I thought for sure he would after I told him I loved him, but then a week went by, and another and another, and he still hasn’t.
My last rodeo ride feels bittersweet. It’s been hell the last three months, even though I’ve ridden pretty damn well.
The familiar rush of the ride is there, hearing the crowd chant my name, the roar when the show begins.
But it’s not the warmth I share with the two people I’ve come to love most in the world back in Goldspur Ridge, though.
“You ready, man?” Eddie says, clapping my shoulder, breaking me out of my almost spiral.
“It’s weird,” I chuckle, “knowin’ this is it.”
“I feel ya, man,” he says, smiling up at the stands. “If I found what you did, I’d be outta here too.”
With a fake ass smile, I turn to the crowd and wave before disappearing into the tunnel that leads me to the chutes. Fiona’s already bucking and hawing, so tonight’s ride will be a good one. Then, I’m heading back to Goldspur Ridge to claim the family I’ve found myself in.
Loading into the chute, Eddie runs through all of the normal things he does, and I nod, holding on to the riggin’. The chute door opens wide, and the whole world stops in my ears. For a split second, everything is silent until the buzzer sounds, and I’m hopping off Fiona’s back.
Throwing my hat up in the air, movement catches my eye near the metal fence, but I figure it’s kids waiting for me to come by and sign their things.
I’ll get there, for now, I do what I’ve done at the end of every show–scan the stands, hoping that I’ll find the love of my life standing tall among them.
When I don’t spot him, my shoulders slump, and I jog over to the barrier. The announcer comes over the speakers, announcing my retirement. The crowd erupts in mixed sentiments. Cheers, gasps, and boos sound, but I can’t pay them any attention.
Blinking to clear my eyes, I stand there in disbelief.
Spencer’s standing at the fence, feet frozen, along with Briar and the rest of the family I’ve adopted in my heart. He’s looking at me with tears streaming down his cheeks, and mine start to fall in return.
Briar’s waving, already climbing the fence–and I’m grateful she decided to wear jeans because she’s not graceful about it–screaming my name as she runs toward me.
“You’re retiring?” She hollers, jumping into my arms. “You’re coming home?”
“If you’ll still have me, Sweet Girl,” I tell her, holding her as I look at my man over her head..
Lucy pushes Spencer, breaking him out of his stupor as Eddie runs over to him, directing him toward the chute entrance from the stands. His eyes gloss over as he meets me in the arena. Briar let me go and stands beside me, practically bouncing out of her skin.
“Tell me you’re retiring because you want to, Cowboy,” he says, serious eyes fixed on mine, as if there’s nothing else in the world going on outside of the two of us. “Not because of me.”
“I’m not retirin’ for you. I’m retirin’ for us ,” I whisper, pulling him to me by his shirt and kissing him in front of the crowd.
They go wild, stomping, hooting, and hollering as Spencer pulls me closer. He kisses me back, and I can feel the wetness of tears on his mustache as his lips move against mine. Briar wraps her arms around us both when Spencer pulls back to look at me.
“You’re sure about this?” He asks, eyes looking over my face.
“More than anythin’ in the world,” I tell him. “Let’s get outta here.”
Briar cheers and waves Lucy and Mawmaw down from the stands. I didn’t see them before, but I couldn’t imagine this moment without them.
“You don’t want to stay for the rankin’s?” He asks, eyes fully focused on mine.
“I wanna be with the man I love,” I laugh, looking out at the crowd and waving. The announcer says something, and the crowd roars again. This time, I grab his hand and move toward the tunnel for riders.
“What about Briar?” Spencer stops us, looking back at our family.
“Mawmaw’s got her,” I whisper just as Mawmaw shoots Spencer a wink.
“You two are trouble,” he says, rubbing his nose against mine.
Following me out, we jump into my truck just as lightning strikes in the sky. Spencer laughs as I drive out past the rodeo traffic and into a field.
He reaches across the console with one hand to cup my face, this thumb dragging a slow back-and-forth motion. “I love you, Heath Macabe.”
With a watery smile, I nod and lean into his hand.
“Kept me lookin’ long enough, Spencer Tritt. I love you, too.”
His lips crash against mine, and I moan. My heart’s fit to burst, and as he maneuvers our bodies, we break apart.
“I’m sorry it took me so long to say it, Cowboy.”
“I knew you’d figure it out eventually. I’ve got quilts in the back,” I whisper. “Wanna watch the lightning storm with me?”
He smiles and nods, pulling the quilts from the back seat and stepping out of the truck. We meet at the tailgate in a rush of frenzied energy, just like the lightning cracking above us. He helps me spread out the blankets and settles atop them. His lips are on mine the second I sit down beside him.
Pulling at my clothes, he pops the buttons on my shirt, ripping at the buckle for my chaps. Chuckling into his mouth, I nip at his bottom lip. “Impatient, Daddy?”
He rumbles deep in his chest, “Take them off for me, Cowboy.”
Standing, I slowly strip down to nothing, watching his eyes light up with every strike in the sky. Sweat slicks my body, and my cock stands ready and waiting for whatever he’s got in mind.
Lifting from where he’s laying in the truck bed, he crawls to me, kissing the muscles of my legs until he’s breathing on my cock. His hands wrap around my thighs, and he looks up at me. Sticking his fingers in his mouth, he gets them nice and wet before pushing them between my cheeks.
“Are you gonna let me finger fuck your ass like a good boy?” He growls, pushing one finger into the muscle there.
“Yes, p-please,” I stutter. His fingers feel so good, and his breath fans over my hard length. My hips move out of pure bliss, and he chuckles, tongue darting out to lick the bead of precum there. Letting out a hiss, he closes his mouth over me and sucks hard on the tip. “Fuck.”
“Do you like how my lips feel around your cock, while my fingers are buried in your tight ass, Cowboy?”
“Mhmm,” I mutter as my heart pounds and knees threaten to give out. He’s moving his fingers in and out of my ass, scissoring them, drawing out sounds from my throat that are lewd even to my ears.
He licks a path up my straining cock and leans back, stripping down to nothing.
Laying down on his back, the silver of his piercings flash in the lightning, and my mouth waters.
Pulling a packet of lube from his jeans, he slathers it over his dick.
It glistens in the moonlight, and I can’t wait to feel him inside of me.
“Come sit on my cock like a good little slut,” he commands, and fuck me if it isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
Obeying his instruction, I straddle his hips and sink down to my knees.
With our cocks lined up, he uses his hand to squeeze the rest of the lube onto my hole while the other guides my hips.
He pushes his tip into me, and I gasp at the stretch of his cock as he works me slowly up and down until I’m fully seated.
He murmurs praises while stroking my hair back behind my ear.
Holding me in place, he waits for me to look at him. Our eyes locked onto each other. Slowly, he rolls his hips, moving softly inside me.
Moaning his name, he smiles and pulls me down so he can kiss me. “That’s right, Cowboy, you let me worship your body, and call my name when you cum.”
“More, please. Faster.”
Thunder rolls in the distance, and with each strike of lightning, he snaps his hips up, drilling into me, driving me insane with lust.
Tugging on my cock with every movement threatens to push me over the edge. His calloused fingers wrapped around my length make it that much more sensitive, and the way he’s looking at me with so much love and admiration. A tear escapes, and he wipes it away with his other hand.
“Cum for me, baby,” he whispers against my lips, “and I promise to fill you with my cum until it’s drippin’ out of you for days.”
With a whimper and groan, thick ropes of my cum paint his round stomach, and he pistons in and out of me, chasing his own orgasm. Watching his neck muscles tighten and bulge, I know he’s close.
Bending down, smearing my cum between us, I suck one of his nipples into my mouth, biting it with just enough pressure that he’s roaring my name, releasing himself so deep inside of me that I have no doubt what he said is true.
Wrapping his arms around my back, his hands run up and down my spine, as we come down from our releases.
“Someday, Spencer Tritt, I’m gonna marry you.”