A COWBOYS REDEMPTION

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

"Milia, you look like an absolute goddess! Wyatt is going to love this. He practically drools over you every time he sees you," she joked, bending down to help me slip on my heels.

I groaned, tugging at the fabric of my dress. "This is too much red. I look like a chili pepper," I said, making Sienna laugh.

"I was thinking more Bratz doll," Sienna replied, finishing with my heels before standing up and giving me a look-over. "Stand up."

With a sigh, I slowly stood up from the vanity, and Sienna let out an exaggerated gasp, "You look beautiful!"

"Si, what if he doesn't like it?" I asked, feeling a bit insecure. "I haven't been on a date in ages. What do I even talk about with him?"

Sienna rolled her eyes, "Milia, you're sexy, smart, and a badass bitch! What's not to like?" she said, stepping forward to adjust the necklace around my neck.

Her words made me smile, and I reached out to give her a tight hug. "You becoming my best friend was the best decision I've ever made," I said softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

I then heard a loud knock at the door that made my heart drop to my stomach. My eyes widened in panic. "That must be him."

Sienna grinned mischievously, already heading for the door. "I'll let him in. You just get your sit together. Please!"

Feeling a surge of nervousness, I rushed to the bathroom, needing to pee once more before facing Wyatt. My stomach flipped and turned. I needed a moment to compose myself before the night began.

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"Buckie, chill," Akhilles said over the phone as I pulled up to the address Milia had sent me. "Milia feels the same way about you that you feel about her. You have nothing to be afraid of."

"Nothing to be afraid of?" I laughed nervously, gripping the steering wheel.

"Akhilles, this is the girl. The girl I've been pining after since I met her!

" I grabbed the bouquet of flowers from the passenger seat, stepping out of the car.

"Do you think I should change? She'll probably hate my outfit.

What if I say the wrong thing?" My mind was racing with doubts.

Akhilles chuckled on the other end, but I wasn't joking. "Wyatt, you're overreacting, dude. Just go in there and be your normal self. You're a nice guy; there's no way she won't like you for you."

"Yeah, you're right," I said, taking a deep breath. "It's all going to be okay. I'm about to walk in, so I'll chat with you later."

"Alright, Buckie. Talk to you later," Akhilles said before hanging up, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

"You got this, Wyatt, you got this," I whispered to myself, softly knocking on the door. My heart pounded in my chest as I waited. The door opened, and there stood Sienna in her pajamas.

"Howdy, Sienna," I greeted, stepping inside and glancing around for Milia, but she was nowhere in sight.

Sienna smirked, crossing her arms. "Why are you two so nervous? You act like you don't text and giggle on the phone all night."

Was it that obvious?

"Nervous? I'm not nervous," I lied, trying to sound confident.

"Sure you aren't." Sienna rolled her eyes before yelling, "Milia, bring your ass down here!" I reached over and lightly plucked her forehead.

"Ow!"

"Watch your profanity," I teased, wagging my finger at her.

"Sorry, sorry," I heard from the stairs and turned to see Milia hurrying down the stairs.

She wore an all red dress that hugged her body beautifully. Her body was insanely perfect and I'm sure a lot of girls would die to be shaped like that. Her stomach was small, but her hips were wide and she had an ass that sat perfectly. I stared her up and down, admiring every part of her body.

"You look beautiful," I said, stepping forward to hand her the flowers.

Milia's eyes lit up as she accepted them. "Aw, Wyatt, these flowers are beautiful! Sienna, could you put them in a vase for me?"

Sienna snatched the flowers with a grin. "Well, you two have fun. I won't be expecting to see you back home tonight," she teased, winking at Milia.

"Sienna!" Milia's eyes widened in embarrassment, but Sienna just laughed.

"Okay, now bye-bye. Use protection—or don't. I wouldn't mind having a little niece or nephew," Sienna said, pushing us out the door with a mischievous grin.

Milia's cheeks flushed as she tried to ignore Sienna's silliness. "You clean up nicely and smell amazing," she said, her voice soft, making my cheeks heat up a bit.

"Thank you," I replied, a smile tugging at my lips.

"So," she said, "ready to go?"

"Yeah, I'm ready," I said, my smile widening.

I walked to the passenger side, opening the door for her before closing it gently once she was seated. I made my way around to the driver's side, still buzzing from her compliment and the excitement of the night ahead.

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"This is beautiful, Wyatt," Milia said, her eyes wide as we walked towards the restaurant. I felt a flutter in my stomach, wondering if this place would live up to her expectations.

As we approached the entrance, an elderly couple stepped out, holding the door for us. "Thank you!" I called out, nodding my head with a smile. "Have a nice night!" they replied, and I couldn't help but feel a warmth wash over me.

Stepping inside, we were met with the aroma of baked bread and soft chatter surrounded us. It felt cozy, like a home away from home.

"Buckie! How are you?" A familiar voice called out, and I turned to see Nadia, the owner of the place and a dear friend of my grandma's. I broke into a grin, giving her a small hug. "Nadia! I'm doing great!"

"Is this the lovely lady you made reservations for?" she asked, eyeing Milia with a kind smile. "Yes ma'am, this is Milia," I introduced them before they shook hands.

"Wyatt, your section is ready, just follow me right this way," Nadia said, leading us through the restaurant.

"Section?" Milia asked, her brow furrowed in confusion. I glanced down, a sneaky smirk creep in across my face.

As we walked past couples, I could see her curiosity growing. "Where are we going?"

Nadia opened a curtain, revealing a beautifully decorated room that I'd reserved just for us. Milia's eyes widened, taking in the decorations and the large buffet spread before us.

"Wyatt Buckley! What on earth did you do? How much did you pay for this?" she gasped, still staring in shock.

"Oh, it gets better," I said, clapping my hands together. Just then, the lights dimmed, and a soft melody began to play. Milia turned and buried her face against my chest, and I swear my heart did a little flip.

"Shall we?" I asked, pulling out her chair. She sat down, staring at the food in front of us.

"I have no idea where to start," she giggled, eyes darting around at the options.

"Dig in, this is all for you," I replied, a smile stretching across my face.

I popped open a bottle of champagne and filled our glasses.

"I can't believe you did all this," she said, holding up her glass.

"Milia, I've been thinking about this date ever since you said yes. Besides, you deserve it," I said, meeting her eyes.

"Wyatt, how are you single? You're such a sweetheart," she said, taking a sip. I felt warmth flood my cheeks at her words.

Milia looked around at the decorations, then smiled wide. "I never thought I'd be on a date with a cowboy."

"Well, here ya are," I said, grinning like a fool.

"Well, here I am," she replied, laughing.

"This cowboy might need to take you on a ride on one of his horses," I joked, leaning back in my chair.

Her eyes went wide. "Absolutely not!"

"Why not?" I asked.

"Boy, me? On a horse? Unt uh, that ain't me," she chuckled, shaking her head.

"Come on, Milia! I mean, I ride bulls for a livin'. A horse ain't nothin' to be scared of!"

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, and riding them bulls is what got you with that cast on your arm."

I laughed, "Welp, me and this cast are sure gonna ride on down to Dallas in a couple of weeks and win another few thousand dollars."

Milia choked on her champagne, eyes wide. "What'd you just say?"

I froze, realizing I just told a nurse I planned on doing something dangerous with a broken arm.

"Wyatt, please tell me you're not seriously planning on getting on another bull after what happened last time," she said, her voice filled with concern.

"Milia," I sighed, rolling my eyes a bit, "I've been ridin' at these rodeos since I was thirteen. I'm a trained professional. I know what I'm doing."

She scoffed, mumbling, "Yeah, a trained professional that broke his arm."

I just chuckled, trying to keep the mood light. "If you don't believe me, you should come on down and watch."

"Me? At a rodeo? Are you insane? I'd be so outta place there," she said, her eyes wide.

"Nah, no you won't. Look, how 'bout I get you three tickets? You can invite Sienna and Sawyor too. I'll have Wiley pick you all up and pay for the hotels."

"Wiley? What kind of name is that?" she asked, looking at me funny.

I laughed, "Wiley...Wiley is my grandma's husband. They got married when I was six after my grandpa passed. He's a retired bull rider himself. He's my trainer."

"Wow, impressive," she said, nodding slowly.

Then we fell quiet for a moment, and I just stared at her, admiring the way the soft light shined on her skin.

"So, you must be very close with your grandma," she said, her voice soft.

"Ah, yes, Grandma Heidi. She's my everything, I love her to death," I replied, taking another sip of my drink.

Milia smiled, then hesitated. "Excuse me, if you don't mind me asking, but what happened to your parents?"

In an instant, my smile faded, and my chest tightened. I stared down at the table, memories flooding back, memories I'd much rather forget. "Oh I'm sorry, we don't have to talk about it." She apologized, shaking her head.

I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment.

"It's fine... I won't go into details, but let's just say my father was an abusive drunk.

He used to beat the hell outta my mama when I was a child.

" I paused, my voice barely a whisper, "One day, he came home and I remember how he just attacked her.

I was only ten, watching my father throw my poor mama against every wall in our small house.

Then he stood over her, and I watched as he choked her until she wasn't breathing anymore. "

Tears began to form in my eyes, but I blinked em away, looking up at Milia. The shock on her face was hard to bear.

"Wyatt... I am so sorry that happened to your mother," she said, her voice trembling. She sat there for a moment before she gasped suddenly, her hands flying to cover her mouth. "Now it all makes sense."

I just stared at her, speechless.

"That's why you attacked Malakai. You've seen how bad it could get in an abusive relationship," she said softly.

I nodded slowly, feeling the heaviness settling in my heart. "That's why I attacked Malakai," I confirmed, my voice low with emotion.

Milia took a deep breath, and that's when she stood up, opening her arms up. "Wyatt, I am so sorry. Come h—" But before she could finish, she accidentally knocked her glass of champagne off the table. The sound of glass shattering echoed through the restaurant, and I jumped up.

"Milia!" I shouted, but she backed away, her eyes wide with alarm. "Oh my god, Wyatt, I'm so sorry!"

"Don't apologize, it was an accident," I reassured her.

I grabbed a few napkins, setting them on top of the mess to soak up the champagne. I looked over to Milia, and I saw as she stood there frozen, her chest heaving as she nervously bit her fingernails, fear written all over her face.

"Milia?" I walked toward her, gently grabbing her hands. The moment I touched her, she screamed, throwing her hands up as if she was surrendering. "Please, Wyatt, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do it!" I watched as tears began to form in her eyes, and my heart ached.

"Milia, I'm not gonna hurt you." I cupped her face, looking deep into her eyes. "It's okay. It was an accident."

"Wyatt, I'm sorry," she whispered, as tears fell down her cheeks. "Hey, it's all okay, Milia. Really," I repeated, filled with sympathy.

"Do you want to leave?" I asked gently, not wanting her to feel uncomfortable. She shook her head, trying to wipe away her tears. "No, Wyatt, I'm okay." She took a deep breath, and I could see her trying to pull herself together.

"Milia, I'm so sorry he did this to you," I said, wrapping my arms around her, holding her close to my chest, hoping to chase away some of that fear. "Come on, let's sit back down."

She pulled away, and we walked back over to the table. I fixed her another glass of champagne, and we both sat in silence for a while. Milia played with the rim of her glass, lost in thought.

"Wyatt, I know you won't hurt me," she finally broke the silence, her voice quiet but steady.

"You do?" I asked, a bit surprised.

"I do. I'm not scared of you, I swear. It's just I have triggers, and I don't know how to deal with them," she admitted with a nervous laugh.

"Milia, you're safe with me," I assured her, hoping she could feel the truth in my words.

"You know what the funny thing about all of this is?" she asked, and I rose up in my chair, leaning in to listen.

"Anytime I'd do something he felt was wrong, he'd take me in his bedroom and tie me up," she paused, tears filling her eyes again. "Then he'd pull my pants down and make me take it in the most painful ways."

The moment her words hit me, I felt like all the wind had been knocked outta my lungs.

I approached her, kneeling down to meet her gaze.

"Milia, listen to me carefully," I began, my voice gentle but firm.

"You didn't deserve any of the pain he caused you.

I promise you didn't." I held her hands tightly, feeling the weight of her pain.

"I'm sorry I ruined our date," she said, her voice trembling.

"Don't apologize," I said, standing up and giving her a soft smile. "I think it's time for me to take you home."

Milia nodded, and I helped her up from the table. I thanked Nadia, leaving her a generous tip as we walked out. My arm wrapped around Milia's shoulders, I could feel her tension starting to ease.

I opened the car door for her before running over to the driver's seat.

I started the engine, but just as I was about to pull out of the parking lot, I felt a small hand touch my arm.

I looked over, seeing Milia staring back at me.

"Don't bring me home," she whispered, a small smile formed on her lips.

"I don't want the night to be over just yet. "

My heart skipped a beat at her words. I nodded before gripping the stirring wheel harder.

"Let's go then."

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As we walked through the front door of my house, I glanced back to see Milia's mouth wide in shock. "Wow. I've never been inside a farmhouse before," she said, looking around.

I couldn't help but let out a laugh. "Yeah, it ain't nothin' too special," I replied.

"Nothing special? Wyatt, this is beautiful!" she exclaimed, taking in the place. I watched as her eyes darted around, landing on my picture wall.

"Wyatt, is this you?" she pointed at a photo, and I walked over, seeing she was talking about the one of me riding my first horse at four years old.

"Yeah, that's me. Kind of embarrassing," I said, scratching the back of my neck.

"Not embarrassing, cute," she shot back, giving my arm a playful punch. I felt a warmth spread through me as she admired the photo wall, her gaze lingering on each picture.

"Wait a minute," she laughed. I watched as her finger moved to a picture in the corner, and she pulled it off the wall. "Is this you and Akhilles?"

I looked at the photo, seeing it was from middle school when we played football together. I chuckled, nodding. "Yep, that's us."

"Wow, I have to show Sienna this," she said, pulling out her phone to snap a picture of the photo. I couldn't help but smile at how excited she was.

Once she placed the photo back onto the wall, Milia reached down to take off her heels, setting them against the side of the wall before she continued her exploring. I followed her upstairs, where she peeked into my bathroom and let out a dramatic gasp.

"Your bathroom is gorgeous!" she shouted, stepped inside. I chuckled as she hopped up on the sink, making herself comfortable. I didn't mind it. I liked seeing her smile around me. I walked over to her, crossing my arms.

"Wyatt, I just really want to say thank you for tonight. I had a great time despite the breakdown," she said, scratching the back of her neck, looking a bit shy.

"Hey, there's gonna be other dates, I promise. Don't worry about it," I replied, grabbing onto her hand gently. She looked up at me, her big eyes sparkly with happiness.

We stood there silently for a moment, just staring into each other's eyes, and I felt butterflies start to flutter in my stomach. I leaned into her, pressing my hands against the bathroom sink, never moving my eyes away from hers.

I could see her getting a little nervous; her chest was rising and falling rapidly. "You're so beautiful, Milia," I said softly, feeling the words flow from my heart.

Milia chuckled nervously, biting her lip. "Thank you, Wyatt," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

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I couldn't believe how close Wyatt was to me, our lips only inches apart. It was both exciting and terrifying all at once. My heart raced as I felt butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I knew exactly where this could go, and part of me was thrilled, but another part was scared to death.

The last time I'd had sex was almost a year ago and Malakai wasn't very gentle with me. Malakai was my first time. I had never even been touched by another man other than him.

The thought of being vulnerable again made me hesitate.

But with Wyatt, it was different. I never wanted to be touched by another man until I met him.

He made me laugh in ways I had never laughed before, and the way he looked at me made my heart flutter.

There was something about him—his kindness, his pretty smile, and the way he made me feel safe—that drew me in.

As I stared at his pink lips, framed by that charming mustache, I felt a bit nervous. I realized I might regret it if I didn't kiss him. Everything around us faded away, and all I could focus on were his lips. I bit my lip, my heart racing, still staring at Wyatt.

"Kiss me, Milia," Wyatt whispered, and the tone of his voice sent a wetness stream into my panties. I cupped his cheek in my hand, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my palm. I pulled him toward me, closing the gap between us, and let our lips connect.

His lips were soft and inviting, and I melted into the kiss. It was gentle at first, a sweet one, before I gripped onto his shirt, pulling him into me aggressively, deepening our kiss, our lips moving in sync, and our tongues twisting passionately in each other's mouths.

I ran my fingers through his hair, gripping it as I pushed myself closer to him. Fuck, I don't know what's gotten into me, but I wanted this. I needed this.

"Fuck," Wyatt whispered, pulling away from me.

"No, no don't stop kissing me." I whispered feeling desperate for it. I felt Wyatt's hands move down to my ass, gripping it tightly. I threw myself into his arms before hr lifted me, wrapping his arms around me.

He carried me back into his bedroom before he sat me down, never breaking our kiss.

"Milia, wait-"

Wyatt pulled away, his chest rising and falling rapidly, trying to catch his breath. "Are you sure about this? I don't want to force you." Wyatt said, cupping my face. I couldn't help but smile at his consideration.

I nodded, "Yes Wyatt, I want this."

"Milia at any point if you f-" Ugh, he's talking too much.

"Wyatt shut up and fuck me." I growled, wrapping my hand around his neck before I smashed my lips into his. He kissed the corner of my mouth, trailing down to kiss my neck. "I need you Milia," Wyatt pleaded.

I turned around and he unzipped my dress, letting it fall to the floor. I stood there in my black laced bra and panties, feeling my heart stop a bit. I watched as Wyatt's eyes scanned my body, seeing all of my bruises and scars from all the pain I'd endured from Malakai.

I felt my breathing hitch as I wrapped my arms around my stomach, covering the ugly scars. "I know I'm not appealing to look at." I whispered, feeling a bit insecure. Wyatt's eyes shot up to mine and I watched as he undressed.

My eyes scanned his body, staring at the tattoos that covered most of his skin. His toned six pack made me bite my lip. I then felt my eyes moving down more before I was met with his massive length. My eyes widened in shock. I didn't know a white boy could be packing that much in his pants.

I watched as Wyatt slowly fell to his knees, his eyes never leaving mine. "Wyatt, what are you doing?" I asked confusedly. He gripped onto my wrist, removing them from my stomach. "Let me show you how it feels to be pleased with pleasure, not pain." Wyatt's words made me even more wet.

Wyatt brushed his lips against my body, causing a soft moan to escape from my lips. He moved down to my belly button before he ran his hands up my thighs.

"You want it?" He teased.

"Y-yes," I whispered, begging him to move down more.

He kissed me through my panties, causing my breathing to pick up. Fuck what was this man doing to me? I bit my lip, watching as he moved my panties to the size, slowly gliding his tongue against my vagina.

I threw my head back, moaning with pleasure. I hadn't felt like this in a long time. I looked down, seeing Wyatt smiling up at me before he pulled my panties down to get them out of the way.

"Wyatt, I need you." I whispered, watching as he stood up from the floor. "I want you inside of me."

What the hell was I saying? Gosh, I was such a fucking horny fuck.

I tugged on his boxers, pulling him over to his bed. I fell onto the bed, resting my back against his pillows. Wyatt climbed in between my legs, stoking himself through his boxers. He smiled at me before he place a kiss on my cheek.

He pulled down his boxers, and my eyes grew even wider seeing his dick without the boxers.

Holy shit.

Wyatt bit his lip, positioning himself in between my legs, smacking his dick across me.

I watched as he slid into my fold, and I gasped at his length.

"Wyatt." I moaned, running my hand down his body.

He leaned down, his ear connected with my ear, "Let me make you feel good, Milia.

" He whispered into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

I watched as he thrusted in and out of me, making me scream with pleasure. I've never been fucked like this before, not even Malakai could hit my walls this good and deep.

"Fuck Milia, you're so fucking sexy," Wyatt growled, picking up his speed. I dug my fingernails into his skin as he pounded me, hitting my spot.

"Wyatt, I-I'm gonna cum." I growled, feeling him pound me even harder.

"Come for me baby." Wyatt whispered, wrapping his hand around my neck. Hearing him call me 'baby' did it for me. "Fuck Milia," Wyatt moaned, biting his lip. I threw my head back onto the pillow, letting all of my juices flow down his dick.

Wyatt groaned, pulling himself out of me, stroking him. I watched as his warm cum shot onto my stomach, and couldn't help but smile at the sight of it. I took a deep breath, needing to catch my breath.

I giggled looking up at Wyatt, "You made a mess," I teased.

Wyatt chuckled, "Thanks to someone."

Wyatt then walked into the bathroom before he rushed out with a towel. He wiped his cum off of my stomach and asked, "Do you want to watch a movie?"

I smiled, nodding, "Sure."

"Good. Your pick." Wyatt replied.

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"I want to thank you once again, Wyatt. I had an amazing time with you," Milia whispered, her voice soft and warm. Her eyelids fluttered, slowly closing as she nestled against my chest.

"You're welcome, baby girl. You deserved it," I murmured, leaning down to kiss her forehead gently. She felt so small and peaceful in my arms, her breathing steady as she started to drift off.

"You know," she said with a soft chuckle, "I never imagined I'd be in bed with another guy, but here I am."

I raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on my lips. "Oh yeah? Well, do you regret it?"

Milia shook her head, her braids brushing against my arm. "Of course not."

I smiled, running my fingers through her braids, admiring the detail of each one. Her hair was beautiful, just like everything else about her.

"Since we're talking," I began, my voice low, "I think you should know that you're the first girl I've been with since high school. I know that may be hard to believe, with me always traveling and all, but it's the truth."

I waited for her response, curious about what she might say, but instead, there was only silence. I glanced down and saw her sleeping peacefully, her face relaxed, a soft smile playing on her lips. She was beautiful, even in sleep.

I couldn't help but smile, taking in the moment. Milia was safe, resting in my arms, and for the first time in a long while, I felt truly at peace. I held her a little closer, feeling her warmth against me, allowing myself to fall asleep.