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"And cocky motherfuckers." Fisher smirks, and I think that's the most I've heard him speak since we got here.
"Great," Landen and Waylon both mutter, then follow their girls.
Wilder takes the opportunity to lean into my ear since no one's paying attention. "After the rodeo and whatever else they drag us to, you're mine tonight. Got it?"
I fight the urge to smile. "We'll see about that, cowboy. Until then, behave yourself."
Chapter Eighteen
Wilder
"My feet are killin' me," Delilah complains when we leave the arena. "These boots were, in fact, not made for walkin'."
After three hours at the convention center, half of the group went back to the hotel to freshen up and change while the rest of us continued to explore Vegas. Delilah, her mom, and me stayed with Noah and Fisher, so we've been on our feet all damn day.
We ended up at a rooftop bar where I had my first beer in a month. Normally, I'd let myself indulge and have a few, but I wanted to stay alert and aware since we were surrounded by strangers in unfamiliar territory.
Delilah ordered Long Island Iced Tea's for her and her mom. But I'm certain she didn't realize how much alcohol they have because Mrs. Fanning was tipsy after her first one.
We were supposed to meet everyone at the hotel and go to the rodeo together, but the girls wanted to sober up beforehand and then ordered a variety of appetizers to soak up the alcohol.
When the final event of the evening wrapped up, we booked ass out of there. Ellie did amazing, per usual, and came insecond. But after nearly three hours of the girls screaming in my ear, I was more than ready to leave.
There are a bunch of NFR after parties happening on The Strip, but Mrs. Fanning is ready to tap out, so I offered to tag along with Delilah to take her back to the hotel while everyone else goes out.
"Want me to carry you?" I offer.
"Are you serious?"
I stand in front of her, then motion for her to get on my back.
She hesitates for a moment before finally doing it. I pull her up higher, then wrap my hands around her thighs to keep her in place.
"You’re gonna pull a muscle with me up here." She wraps her arms around my neck, hanging on tight.
I turn my face toward her so she can hear me better. "Darlin', I lift shit twice as heavy as you for a livin', so stop doubtin' me."
"I wasn't, but I'm not exactly petite, either."
Mrs. Fanning nudges me. "She worries for nothin'. Her body is perfect."
I grin, looking at her. "That's what I've been sayin' for years."
Delilah snorts, squeezing her thighs around my waist tighter.
"It's usually you carryin' my drunk ass out," I tease, enjoying the way it feels to have her this close to me even if it’s not sexual.
"I'm notthatdrunk..."
Halfway through the rodeo, we went to the concessions and got a couple more drinks. That time she stuck to beer, but Delilah rarely has alcohol, so when she does, she’s a lightweight.
Hence the night of too many margaritas with Mattie and Jonah.
It takes a bit longer to get to the hotel since the sidewalks are packed. But once we arrive, I set Delilah down before we get into the elevator.
"Are you kids gonna go out?" Mrs. Fanning asks as we make our way up to our floor.
Delilah glances at me before responding, "Yeah, probably. I'm gonna freshen up and change first. But I'm sure we'll find somethin' to do."
