Page 129 of Ride the Sky

When we pull back, a gorgeous smile graces her face.

“I thought I’d never have this again,” she marvels, voice soft as she reaches for the reins. “But you gave it to me. Why?” Her question is quiet, curious.

It sounds so simple, so easy, and it is.

My throat wells, but I say, “Because you wanted it.”

Her wide, hazel eyes lock on mine. Then she swallows and says, “Thank you, Wyatt. For all you’ve done for me. The house. Last night. Giving me grace when I didn’t deserve it.”

My breath promptly gets stuck in my lungs.

I’ve seen her naked, know how she sounds when she comes, felt the burning slap of her palm on my cheek, and yet this…

This is more intimate than I’ve ever had her.

This is Fallon. In all her rage, her glory, her beauty. Sharp, cutting, wondrous.

Mine.

My trouble.

My cowgirl.

Love of my life, and I’d have it no other way.

I lift her tattooed hand to my lips, sweeping a kiss over her knuckles. Later, the words will come. But right now…

Fallon inclines her head to the sunrise and grins. “Let’s ride.”

“Pinball,” Dakota says as she, Reese, and Ruby come to a stop outside the Rose and Cowboy Arcade four days later, “must be serious.”

The neon sign above casts hot-pink light over all of us.

I arch a brow, staring at the three women in front of me. Women who probably hate my guts. I wouldn’t blame them one bit. I hurt all of them with my cruel words. Every one of these fierce, strong women has gone through something shitty. I can’t use my trauma as an excuse to hurt people. No more.

Steeling myself, I hold my sister’s gaze. “I acted like an asshole.”

Dakota tilts her chin up. “You did.”

I look at Reese. “I used your past to hurt you, and I’m sorry.”

Reese crosses her arms, the gold necklaces around her throat glinting in the sun. Her face softens, and she works hard to swallow.

I turn to Ruby, her blue eyes dim and narrow. While I can survive Reese’s and Dakota’s wraths, there’s something about pissing off Ruby that’s terrifying.

I exhale. Keep going. “I was terrible that night.”

“You were.” Ruby looks at Dakota. “Can I say it?”

A nod. “You can.”

My heart thunders as I wait for her reply.

Then Ruby says, “Fuck you, Fallon.”

I suck in a breath at the heat in her words. “I deserve that, but also, good for you.”

Ruby laughs, wetly. “That really hurt. What you said.”

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