Page 93 of Cowboys Can't Kiss

“On one condition.”

“I’ll give you anything.”

“I get to name our dog.”

I laugh against his lips, happier than I’ve ever been.

“It’s a deal.”

“Now, how do I get down in one piece so I can help pack boxes?”

Looking to the side, I see one of the security guys and motion for him to spot Riley as he climbs down. Once his feet are firmly on the ground, I make my way back to Lady and swing myself up to gallop over to where Hunter waits with the event coordinators.

“That couldn’t wait?” Hunter says, but his smile is genuine.

“Nope. He said yes, though.”

His jaw drops. “You asked him to marry you!?”

“Oh, no. To move in with me, but I’ll ask him that too one day.”

“Gentlemen, let’s take photos, please. Mr. Sutherland has us running behind schedule.”

We smile and hold the giant cheque for one million dollars and accept our fancy belt buckles before getting swept away for interviews. Both of us answer questions for various reporters for what feels like hours and finally we leave the media area to find my parents and Riley.

After we celebrate with some drinks and a late supper, my parents head to their hotel room with a promise of breakfast in the morning and for us to celebrate like we don’t have to work tomorrow.

Hunter even fucks off to leave us alone, saying he’s tired, which is not like him at all. But I have a full day of driving back home with him while we haul the horses. I’ll get him to talk.

“So, how do you want to celebrate, Jack? Fancy champagne? It’s pretty late. I don’t know what’s open other than bars.”

“Honestly?”

“Of course. I only ever want you to be honest.”

“Okay.” I pull him into my arms and kiss his nose. “I want us to soak in the giant tub in our hotel room and use the bubble bath. Then I want to fuck you in front of the mirrors because I’ve always wanted to do that.” Riley’s breath hitches and I kiss him slowly. “Then I want to research puppies while we eat dill pickle chips and overpriced snacks from our mini bar.”

“That’s really what you want to do?”

“It really is.”

Riley pretends to think about it before shaking his head with a smile.

“I love your randomness. Don’t ever change.”

“So, you’re down with my plan?”

“Can the plan include me going down on you?” He wiggles his eyebrows, and I groan when he licks his lips with a seductive smile.

“I told you, Rye, whatever you want. I’ll always give it to you.”

His face softens, and he presses a soft kiss on my cheek.

“I know, cowboy. But having you is all I need.”

We leave the restaurant hand in hand and walk the block back to our hotel. The city life still bustles around us, but we’re about to cocoon away in a hotel on the biggest night of my career. People wearing brand-new boots and colourful hats still roam the street, the party atmosphere in full swing in this rodeo city.

But that life still doesn’t appeal to me. I’ve always been an introvert of sorts and fully expected to remain alone because of my awkward tendencies. Until one day, who knew my life would change over a plate of hummus and stories of baby carrots?

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