Page 187 of Giddy Up, Daddy

Wyatt pulled me against his chest and kissed my forehead. “I’ll think of something. Come on. We’re going on a road trip.”

“But I’m sore!” I protested.

“Then you’ll behave, won’t you?”

“I’m not going to Denver with a… toy in my very private place.”

“You’re the one who’s kept it in. While I appreciate your enthusiasm I didn’t decree any sort of punishment around the butt plug.”

That wasn’t fair. Heat flamed my face. “I thought since you… put it in… I guess…”

“Shhh. Don’t get upset. I promise you that if I ever decide to insert something as a punishment, my instructions will be very clear. You’re such a good girl, Kennedy.” Wyatt stroked my hair.

“I’m attempting to be, Daddy.”

“Go ahead and take it out. Unless you need a hand?” He winked.

“No, I can do it.”

“Don’t dawdle. I want to get on the road.”

“All right, I understand,” I said but continued looking up at him. “More action, less talking.”

“I’m frustrated because Alden doesn’t need to prove what a badass he is by competing.”

“But this is our fault. We had bad timing. He is trying to prove that he’s not some washed-up rodeo star. That he isn’t afraid to take risks. That–”

Wyatt kissed me until I moaned.

“Plug out. Jeans on.”

“Right, right, Daddy. I’ll get dressed.” I kissed him again, tangling my tongue with his.

“Don’t distract me.” Wyatt gave me a hard swat across my ass. “Hurry up.”

“Be right back!”

Wyatt

Obeying most… some… of the traffic laws, we arrived at the arena much faster than I’d anticipated. We had to find Alden and assure him that everything was okay. Tell him that we were in a relationship. All three of us. That neither Kennedy or I would resort to stomping away instead of facing our feelings or insecurities without talking to him again.

Tugging Kennedy along behind me, I immediately paused. Something about the smells, the chaos, the crowds always made me feel like I was home. I’d spent a long time rushing around arenas waiting to get into the ring, but I realized it left me unfilled. Another reason why I’d been chasing adrenaline. It never satisfied me the way a partner could. Turning a corner, I bumped straight into someone. A warm combination of spicy aromas hit me.Stetson. Luke’s signature cologne. I would know it anywhere. Stepping away from the huge muscled chest, I saw Luke frowning down at me.

“What are you doing here, Pistol?” I demanded.

Luke kissed Kennedy’s cheek and hugged her before setting his eyes on me. “Well, isn’t it nice to see you too.”

“We’re looking for Alden.”

“What happened to your face, Wyatt?”

“Nothing. A long story and a drunk idiot,” I snapped then immediately backtracked. “Sorry, man. This is important. Alden is going to do something stupid! It’s complicated. Have you seen him?”

Luke looked up at the arena ceiling and slowly returned his eyes to mine. “Take a breath. What do you think is going on here, Firecracker?”

“Alden said he couldn’t even get back in the ring so when I saw the name of the arena…” As I opened my mouth to explain I realized something very different than what I’d been picturing on our ride here was happening. Luke would never let him get back in the ring, no matter what. Especially not for bravado.

He scoffed. “I’ve been trying to get you to retire for years. Come on, Wyatt. Do you really think I’d advocate him getting back in the ring?”

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