Page 195 of Ride the Sky

Davis whistles. “Ain’t sure that’s the smartest idea.”

I chuckle. “Always knew that kid was an idiot.”

Reese bites her lip. “Does he know she’s engaged to Beef?”

“He’ll figure it out soon enough.” Ford gulps a shot and grabs Reese’s hand. “C’mon Birdie, let’s dance.”

“I’ll put money in the jukebox.” Fallon grins. “I’ll be right back.”

While I wait, I watch my brothers hit the dance floor with their wives. Lucky bastards.

All of us.

Tonight, Fallon and I claimed each other with more than just words. She’s mine. I’m hers. The whole fucking world knows, and it’s never felt better.

“You looked good out there,” a peppy voice says. Some blonde in a cowgirl hat stands there. She giggles. “Want to show me your moves, cowboy?”

“Can’t.” I nod at Fallon who’s at the jukebox with Ruby. “Here with her.”

“Oh my god,” she coos. “Your girlfriend is so pretty.”

“My wife. Thanks. I know.”

“Now get away from my husband before I knock your fucking teeth out.” Fallon’s voice is icy as she elbows the blonde aside.

I just grin.

She’s possessive and talks back.

My kind of girl.

The blonde, making huffy little sounds of protests as Fallon stares daggers at her, melts into the crowd.

Eyes narrowed, Fallon props a hand on her hip. “Think I found someone to dance with.”

I raise my brows at her. “That so?”

“Tall. Hot. Wearing a Stetson. And he only wants me.”

My nose flares as I hold back emotion. “Trouble, you got me ’til the end of time.”

Her face softens. “Then dance with me, asshole.”

With that, I scoop her into my arms, and we hit the dance floor alongside the rest of my brothers.

“I leave you alone for one minute, and I was this close to getting escorted off the premises with multiple charges to my name,” she complains, and I grin at her irritation. Fallon jealous is a sight I love to see.

“I’m into you and your pussy,” I growl, the admission causing her face to flush. “And no one else.”

“If that’s true, take me home and prove it,” she says with a brazen smile.

My dick flexes. “Baby, you just wait.”

All I want to do is take my wife home and fuck her. But first, we dance.

One dance leads to another. The music changes from Johnny Cash to Waylon Jennings to Merle Haggard. On the wall, the neon burns red. Fallon flips Tripp a wave as he heads out. Outside, the sun has set. The bar is gridlocked and pulsing with energy, with people.

I could stay like this for the rest of my damn life and be happy.

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