Page 159 of That Moment
“Hell, I don’t think anyone could ever tell her what to do. Not you, not me, not anybody.”
“When she was nine, she broke her arm falling off a barrel horse. The doctor told her not to ride for eight weeks. Two weeks later, I caught her sneaking out to the barn, trying to climb back on with the cast still on.”
I can’t help but laugh, picturing it. “Yeah, that tracks. She still doesn’t listen worth a damn. Tells me she’ll take it easy after the baby was born… next day she’s out here, brushing down the mares like nothing happened.”
Hudson’s grin fades into something quieter, thoughtful. “That fire in her—it worried me at times. Worried she’d chase too much, too far. But looking at her now…” He takes a long sip of his beer, eyes still fixed on her. “She’s right where she’s supposed to be.”
I follow his gaze, my chest tightening at the sight of her. My wife. My whole damn world.
Selling the ranch should’ve been the hardest decision of my life. I thought I’d feel like I was cutting out a piece of my heart and the memory of my old man with it. But building our home here, watching Adrienne with Silas, seeing my mares grazing in the best pastures, loved and accepted by her family the same way I was, it felt like my dad was telling me it was the right thing to do.
Hudson glances at me. “You take care of her. You take care of both of them.”
I nod, no hesitation. While Hudson and I are on much better terms, he still doesn’t miss many opportunities to remind me how much his daughter still means to him. “Always.”
The sun dips low when Adrienne walks up to the back porch and tugs on my hand. “Come on. We’re taking her out.”
“The Mustang?” I ask, even though I already know.
She grins. “The Mustang.”
“Go have fun,” Deven waves at us, Silas snug in her arms.
“No crazy business,” Hudson wags a finger at her, then looks at me. “I mean it, keep her in line.”
“Dad, be serious, we both know no man can do that.” Adrienne laughs as she practically drags me down the drive.
She looks like a teenager again, legs bare beneath that sundress, hair wild from the breeze. My chest aches just watching her slide behind the wheel with that big smile, just like when we were kids.
I climb into the passenger seat, and she fires the engine. The familiar rumble fills my bones. She takes off down the gravel, heavy on the gas, and I shake my head with a laugh. “Jesus, woman. You’re gonna burn out the clutch before sunset.”
She just smirks, eyes on the road. “Don’t tell me how to drive my own car.”
I rest my arm along the back of her seat, watching her. She’s glowing in the fading light, locket glinting with every bump of the road. My hand slides over hers on the console.
She tugs my hand, lips curving slyly. “You know,” she says, voice dropping low, “when I was sixteen, I used to sit in this car and dream about what it’d be like with you.”
Heat spikes in my gut. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Her tongue flicks across her lower lip. “I had this whole fantasy of pulling over somewhere quiet… of finally getting you to look at me the way I wanted you to. And since it never happened…” She slides her hand onto my thigh, squeezing. “Maybe it’s time we live it out.”
“Christ, Adrienne.” My cock’s already thickening under her touch, my chest tight with how fast she undoes me. “You know I’m not gonna say no to that.”
She pulls onto an empty stretch of road, eases the Mustang to the shoulder, and kills the engine. The night air hums around us, crickets singing like background music. She shifts toward me,reaching down to undo my belt. “Let’s start where I left off last time we had fun in this car.”
“Fuck, baby.” My head falls back as her mouth wraps around me, hot and wet. I fist her hair, knuckles white. “You really were a dirty little dreamer, weren’t you?”
She hums around me, sending shockwaves up my spine.
“Goddamn… still can’t believe you’re mine. Five years and you still suck my cock like you’re starved for it.” My voice breaks into a growl when her lips slide deeper, throat tightening around me.
“Take it all, baby. Yeah, just like that. Fuck, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”
Her nails dig into my thighs as she works me harder, wetter, swallowing every inch. My hips jerk despite myself, and I mutter curses that dissolve into raw, hungry groans.
“You want my cum? You gonna swallow it down for me like the perfect wife you are?”
Her moan is answer enough, the vibration sending me right over the edge. With a guttural shout, I spill down her throat, hand gripping her hair tight as she swallows it all like she’s been waiting years for this exact moment.
