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My dad’s words play through my mind.Where there’s a will, there’s a way.I can’t wait to find my way through life with this gorgeous bossy rancher that sets my soul on fire.

I think I’ll keep him.

CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR

Wade

Fourteen months later—the first Saturday in May

“Motherfucking …Christ,Ivy,” I grunt as I slide my cock into her mouth, gripping her hair tight under her fancy pale blue fascinator hat.

“There’s something so poetic about you choking on my cock like a dirty little slut with a two-thousand-dollar dress pooled around your knees.”

She moans around me as she looks up under her hat, and I almost spill down her throat at the sight.

In my defense, there wasn’t a shot in hell she would make it through the day in her derby dress without me sneaking her off somewhere to fuck her, especially when it was a baby-free drive and all she did was listen to her fucking book porn for almost the entire two hours. It’s not my thing, but fuck, it’s not like I can ignore it. It just so happens I couldn’t even make it to the start of the race before pulling her into the bathroom and locking the door behind us.

“Fuck, Trouble, you’re desperate for it, aren’t you?” My hand moves in the back of her hair as I set my pace, sliding it further down to hold her jaw while she takes me deep.

She pulls her lips back and grins at me.

“Yes, baby, but only because you ask me so nicely.”

My head tips back in a groan as my cock hits the back of her throat, and she’s sputtering around me, deeper and deeper as she pulls me in.

“Fuck,Ivy.” I see her fingers meet her clit as her other hand grips my ass, nails gnashing against my skin. I groan, a rumble from my chest that sounds like a growl, as I forget we need to be quiet so no one hears us. I pull her up by her arms, so goddamn desperate to fuck.

My lips meld to hers in a scorching kiss as my fingers find her pebbled nipples. Somehow her body drives me even more wild now than it did before she was pregnant—she’s curvier and softer and I can’t fucking get enough of her.

Ivy moans and her head falls back as my mouth finds each of her breasts and my thick middle finger finds her swollen clit.

I slide her arousal all over her, circling her with it, then pull my fingers to my mouth, sucking them clean. “So fucking sweet,” I tell her before returning two to her pussy as she whimpers around me. I take my sweet time to drive her fucking crazy, even though the last thing we have in this shiny bathroom is time.

Fuck it, I’m taking it anyway.

“Wade, please?” she begs, and I grin, looking down at her from my full height. I fucking love it when she begs, I live for it.

“Look at you, Ivy, so pretty begging for my cock. You couldn’t even make it one afternoon. But you know what?”

I grab her hand and wrap her fingers around my shaft. She moans when she feels how fucking hard I am.

“I can’t make it either, so put my cock into that pretty pussy before I lose my fucking mind.”

Her lips trail my shoulder and she moves them up to my ear as she whispers, “Don’t you know, Wade? Acting this desperate for you, it’s just my war tactic.”

The little smirk she’s wearing is enough to break me. I thrustinto her so fucking deep her head falls back and rests against the mirror and her eyes flutter closed.

I drag myself almost all the way back out as I grip her thigh, before I push into her slowly, holding the friction she so desperately begs me for hostage while I continue fucking into her almost all the way, but never quite giving her what she needs. Her heels dig into my ass as I move, and it only makes me want to torture her more.

“Wade … I need … fuck …”

“What’s that, baby? You finished acting like a little brat?”

“Please …”

“Use your words, Ivy. Tell meexactlywhat you want and maybe I’ll give it to you.”

Of course I know what she needs, but I want her words, they drive me mad.

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