Page 132 of Wildest Forever

There was something special about where we lived, and I could never see myself leaving.

This was home.

The ranches.

The towns.

The people.

It would always be our home.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

MORGAN

We say goodnight to our group of friends, Riggs holding onto Aspen as he leads her into the truck, Dixie and Tripp climbing in behind her.

Aspen pushes down the window and leans out, waving but Tripp pulls her back in.

I giggle as I cozy into Pacey's chest and under his arm as we stand and watch.

Riggs salutes us off his temple just as he begins to pull away and I hear Pacey snort a laugh.

“Thanks for tonight,” I murmur as I look up at him and his eyes glisten putting the stars to shame.

“You don't have to thank me,” he admits, leaning down and gives me a kiss on the top of my head.

My heart sings and my skin prickles with goosebumps.

Titus and Nate follow behind Riggs, then it's just me and him.

Alone. Sort of. In a parking lot.

He spins me out of his arm, his hand clutching mine before he pulls me close to him. Our bodies pressing together.

“Do you think you have a few more hours left in you Mrs Rivera?” he whispers against my lips and my heart races in my chest.

I nod, losing the ability to speak for just a moment.

“Or have you had too much tequila?” he teases, a beautiful smile on his face.

“No, not too much. Three shooters didn't even touch the side,” and I'm not lying.

“Okay, only if you're sure,” he says softly and I smile at him.

“Totally,” and he presses his lips to mine, his arms around my back as his kiss deepens, his tongue sweeping against mine and I melt into him.

His lips press into a smile, and I never want him to stop kissing me.

“Come on, we need to move otherwise I am never going to want to stop,” he murmurs and reluctantly pulls away.

Sighing, he leads me towards his truck, and I wait for him to open the passenger door. Stepping up, I lift my hat from my head and place it down by my feet. Running my hands through the root of my hair, I let it graze through the ends.

I wait patiently for him to get in the car and my heartbeat is steady as he sits next to me, hand slipping over the middle of the truck as he gives my thigh a squeeze. I have no idea why but that lights something deep inside of me, my innocence shining through like a mirror ball.

Nerves swirl in my lower stomach but excitement soon lashes against them like a tidal wave, turning them from a whirlpool to a soft crash against the quiet beach.

His hand moves from my skin and he locks them around the steering wheel, the loud roar of the engine as he turns the key and I smile hazily over at him, eyes a little heavier.

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