I'd protest if that didn't sound so goddamn hot.
When I jokingly refuse to change his contact in my phone, he does it for me. Except he puts BABY DADDY.
"Not sure if you skipped biology, but without intercourse, there's a zero percent chance of that being true."
"You ever heard ofmanifesting? All I'm missin' is my lucky crystals and my plan to wed and bed you will be a success!"
I snort. "I'm startin' to wonder if you did do some voodoo afterall."
He winks. "I'll never tell."
He takes my hand, interconnecting our fingers as we make our way toward the arena. When he kisses my knuckles and gives me his infamous flirty grin, it gives me butterflies.
God, I sound like a teenage girl with her first boyfriend.
Since it's the final day of the NFR, it's more packed than yesterday, but we'll get to hopefully watch Ellie win the barrel racing championship for the second year in a row. We have an early flight tomorrow, so I won't be going to any after parties or getting drunk like we did last night.
Plus, I already need an eight hour nap.
"Think your parents really will flip out when we tell them?" I ask Wilder after thinking about what his siblings said at breakfast.
"After thirty-three years, they're pretty used to my antics. Not sure anythin' will shock them at this point." He grins. "Plus, it's not like I married a stranger. So that wins me brownie points."
I snort. "Silver linings."
Inhaling the sharp scent of leather mixed with dirt and musk, we sit in the arena with everyone and wait for the announcer to call Ellie's name. Being here brings me back to all the excitement of trick riding. The roar of the crowd, the loud music crackling through the air, and all the bright colors of the cowboy hats and boots hype me up.
I can only imagine the high it brings Ellie and all the other riders.
She's kicked ass every day, and I have no doubt she will today, too.
"I'm anxious, and I'm not even the one out there ridin'," I whisper to Wilder. "I dunno how she does it."
He leans in, squeezing my hand in his. "She's fierce. Never seen anythin' like it."
"Doesn't hurt that she trains with Noah screamin' at her," Magnolia says, and I laugh at her eavesdropping.
"I don't scream. Icheer!" Noah defends. "But it obviously helps because look how far she's come."
Landen turns and stares at Noah. "If that's what you call cheerin', then that must be what Ellie does in the bedroom when I have her?—"
"Dude." Tripp kicks the back of his chair to stop him. "We don't wanna know."
"Speak for yourself..." Wilder waggles his brows at Landen just to rile him up.
"Do the newlyweds need some inspo?" Landen taunts, then shoots me a wicked grin. "Maybe try drawin' him pictures so he knows where to findit."
"Don't worry, his tongue piercin' found it just fine," I say, smirking at Wilder.
"Oh God..." Noah groans, her face twists in disgust.
"That's exactly what she screamed when I found it." He winks at me.
"Wilder!" My cheeks heat. "My mother is right next to me!"
"And yoursister," Harlow adds.
Mom chuckles. "Nothin' I haven't heard before."