Page 175 of Giddy Up, Daddy

“It’s complicated,” I said off-handedly.

“So is life, darling.”

Watching him pass the main road leading through town and toward my home, I whipped my head around to face him. “Where are you going? My house is that way.”

“I forgot to check on something at the ranch. I told you Alden is away for a few days. I’m surprised he didn’t tell me where he went.”

“But his house is so far out of the way. I want to go home and sleep.”

“We have clothes there. We’ll stay the night.”

“I silenced his alerts and messages on my phone,” I confessed. “I found his text after I spoke to you. Of course he’d tell me that he was leaving, but I stubbornly ignored it.”

Wyatt shook his head. “How disappointing. You needed him and you wound up with me.”

“That’s not fair! What I’m trying to figure out is why. Why did you stop what you were doing? Why did you bother with me when I haven’t given you one reason–”

“Because you called me,” he interrupted.

“But–”

“You called me. I came. No one puts their hands on my girl. Our girl,” he amended, then admitted, “Alden asked me to keep an eye on you. Not that he needed to. I would have done it anyway. And for the record, I’m glad you called me.”

His growly, possessive tone dragged a gasp from my lips. Instead of acknowledging it, I crossed my arms over my chest.

“You can’t claim me verbally,” I sassed, even though his possessiveness was quickly melting my resolve.

“So, what I’m hearing is that you’d rather be claimed physically?”

Wyatt reached across the console and laid his hand on my thigh, his fingers curling around it. Damn it. That was worse. I pressed my legs together as if the motion would stop the pulsing arousal in my pussy. It didn’t.

“Hm? Are you going to answer me, Kennedy?”

“Let’s take care of whatever you need to do. We can check out your face.”

“My face is fine.”

“We don’t even need to sleep in the same bed unless we want to.”

“After that hot little gasp you gave when Leon punched me and the way you’re reacting right now? I’m pretty sure you’re going to be all over me when we get inside. I flexed my muscles a little,” Wyatt said suggestively. “And you liked it.”

His humor broke through the tension. Plus, he was infuriatingly spot-on. Was this man ever wrong?

“Don’t get cocky.”

He squeezed my thigh.

“If I unbuttoned those jeans and dipped my fingers inside your pussy…”

“You wouldn’t!”

“...I bet you’d be dripping.”

Shaking my head, I didn’t even bother to argue. His show of dominance coupled with the way he defended me just did it for me.

Wyatt turned the truck into the driveway at Alden’s ranch. After tossing an attitude at him and telling him I didn’t trust him it would take a miracle to move forward with our throuple. But I was done pretending I didn’t want to. Unbuckling my seatbelt, I took a small leap of faith.

“Can you forgive me for messing everything up, Wyatt?”

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