Forever Her Cowboy - Lucy Darling Page 0,23

because I know where this is going. If Noelle and Daisy hear about this it will be over. I can hear them already saying we are keeping true love apart.

“You're not going to win this one.”

“Yeah yeah,” I agree, walking down the fence line. I unhook the gate. I don’t have to call him. Trigger comes running right through and straight over to Minnie. We stand there and watch them for a moment. Trigger is rubbing his head all over her. I think he might be trying to smell her. Or maybe he’s rubbing his scent on her. I can’t blame the guy. I basically did the same thing to Noelle all those years ago.

“We should get going before the wives get restless.” I smile, but Eric is right. They will get antsy if we don’t get a move on it. The fair is in town this weekend. Last night we took the kids, but today we’re going back solo for date night. My mom is taking the kids for the night. As much as I love my little ones, I also love when I can get their mama alone in the house.

Noelle: Mom has the kids. Daisy & I will meet you guys there. Xoxox

“Fucking hell.” I look over at Eric, who is glaring at his own phone. I’m sure my sister just sent him the same message.

I take off toward my truck. Eric follows without a word, climbing into the truck with me. He lets out a long sigh. We both know they are likely up to something or going to get into something. It’s never a dull moment when the two of them are together. As much as they can drive me crazy, it still makes me smile when I see them having a good time together.

With both families being so close, Daisy and I know that our kids will be thick as thieves with each other. Hell, they already are. They can be a handful when they’re all together. It’s not long before we get to the fair. It looks even busier tonight then it did last night. And that’s saying a lot since last night was pretty packed. There aren’t a lot of things going on in these parts, so when something like this rolls into town, everyone comes out.

“Funnel cake,” Eric says as he hops out of the truck.

“Did she tell you that?” I send my girl a text to see where she is.

“No, but I know my wife.” I follow behind Eric, who is clearly on a mission. People jump out of his way. The look I’m sure he’s got on his face has them scrambling. That grunting he does all the time makes everyone in town always give him a wide berth.

Out of the two of our wives, my sister Daisy is usually the one who starts the trouble or comes up with the idea. She’s always been a little troublemaker. Not that my wife is an innocent angel in all of these shenanigans. She’s always right beside Daisy in whatever mischief is going on.

“Motherfucker,” Eric barks out, causing a few women to cover their kids' ears before giving Eric a glare. He could give a shit about the looks because he doesn't even notice them. His eyes are trained on something. I follow his line of sight. Yeah, motherfucker is about right.

My eyes are on my wife, wondering what the hell she’s wearing. My eyes travel up from her cowboy boots following the path of her long legs to her shorts. No, not shorts. They are some kind of overall things that hook to her top. She’s got her long blond hair down, and her glasses are sitting on the end of her nose as she glares at someone with her hands on her hips.

Hips that have gotten fuller from the babies she’s given me over the years. Hips that I gripped this morning as I fucked her in the shower before anyone else in the house woke up.

“You’re lucky my husband and brother are here to save your ass,” my sister shouts. She’s got her finger in some man’s face going toe to toe with him. I see two funnel cakes on the ground at her feet.

My eyes go back toward my wife, knowing my sister can handle herself, and Eric is two seconds from having the man by the back of the neck. I don’t recognize him. He’s clearly not from around here. A few locals are lingering around,