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Dean smiles beneath his hat, his brown beard moving with the expression. “It’s all because of you.”
“I won’t take all the credit.” I run my fingers through her mane. “This girl was easy to teach.”
Dean has always been a little flirty, but I really believe it’s just his personality. I’ve seen him in action plenty of times, but I’ve never mixed business with pleasure.
Swinging my leg over the saddle, I dismount just as I hear a familiar growl.
“Care to explain why you’re ogling my wife’s ass, Vickerson?”
Chapter forty-seven
Dakota
Dean’s eyes widen as Cooper stares daggers at him.
“I was doing no such thing,” he denies, then he frowns. “So, it’s true? You married him?”
“Yes, she married me.” Cooper smirks.
“Dean,” I say, trying to deescalate the situation. “She did great. I’m thinking another month and she’ll be ready.” I hand him the reins. “I have another appointment, but I will be back next week.”
“Thanks, Dakota,” he says, cutting his eyes at Cooper who looks like someone stole his candy bar.
I give Dean a wave, then shoot Cooper a pointed look. “Let’s go.”
My boots cut through the dirt, then through the barn that leads to my truck. I can feel Cooper hot on my heels, his steps frustrated.
“What the hell was that?” I hiss as soon as we get into the cab.
“What?” He scoffs, slipping his hat off. “He can’t look at you like that.”
“Oh, so are you just going to act a fool with anyone who looks my way?” I ask as I pull out onto the road.
“Damn right. It’s disrespectful.”
A smile tugs at the corner of my lip, because it’s rare I see Cooper ruffled. He’s always sunshine and smiles. Never jealousy. It’s kind of…. hot.
Spotting a turnoff that leads to an empty field and an old gas pad, I take a right, veering off onto the desolate road.
“What are you doing?” He sits up taller.
I whip the truck beside a cluster a trees, parking before I unclip my belt and climb over the console.
When I straddle his lap, naturally, he reaches down and slides the seat back.
I wrap my arms around his neck. “Cooper.” I lean in and kiss him, my tongue lapping against his.
“Kota,” he murmurs against me.
“I’ve had a rough couple of days. I’m stressed. I’m tired. I’m nervous. And right now, I don’t want to feel any of those things.” I rock my hips against the bulge hardening in his jeans sitting just below my center. “I want to feel you inside me,” I whisper.
As soon as the words float between us, he captures my mouth with a groan. His hands tangle in my hair as my fingers go to my jeans. It takes practice and flexibility to peel the jeans from my body and shuck my boots, but somehow, I do it with grace. Ireach for his button, and he lifts his hips, shoving his pants down his thighs.
His fist grips his length, his eyes wild as he tugs me in for a searing kiss. I feel his tip line up at my entrance, the plush skin stretching me as I slowly ease down.
A moan leaves my mouth, while his head tilts back to land on the head rest.
“Kota,” he grits out. “Ride me”
