A COWBOYS REDEMPTION

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I stood in front of the mirror, putting the final touches on my makeup. Wyatt had been practically begging me to be ready by seven-thirty for this surprise of his. I didn't know what it was, but he seemed so excited that I couldn't help but get caught up in the anticipation too.

"And done," I said, popping my lips and giving myself one last look. Satisfied, I grabbed my purse and gave my outfit a quick once-over in the mirror. Everything was perfect.

As I walked into the kitchen, the familiar sounds of laughter and conversation filled the air. Sienna, Akhilles, Sawyor, and Jonah were all gathered around the table, eating and enjoying each other's company. Akhilles noticed me first, his eyes widening in approval.

"Okay, Milia, I see you," he said with a grin.

The others turned to look, and Sienna let out a squeal, hopping off the countertop. She rushed over to me, wrapping her arms around me.

"Milia, you look so beautiful!" she gushed.

"Thank you, Si," I said, smiling.

Sawyor leaned back in his chair. "Do you know where he's taking you?"

I shrugged, "No, I actually have no idea. He said it would be a surprise, so..."

"It's not many places to go out here. I'm sure whatever it is, it'll be beautiful and the perfect place to have some sweet, sweet intercourse." Jonah chimed in.

Everyone burst into laughter, and I could feel my cheeks heating up.

"Babe, stop," Sawyor said, giving Jonah a playful shove on the shoulder.

Jonah raised his hands in surrender. "What? I'm only saying what's true."

Sawyor rolled his eyes. "You're an idiot."

"You love this idiot," Jonah shot back with a grin.

"I sure do," Sawyor said before pecking Jonah on the cheek.

I couldn't help but smile at how cute they were. Just then, the side door opened, and Wyatt stepped inside, dressed casually but holding a bouquet of daisies.

"Aww, look at my boy being in love and shit," Akhilles teased, walking over to dap Wyatt up.

I bit my lip at the sight of Wyatt, feeling my heart flutter. He walked over to me, his gaze soft and warm.

"These are for you," he said, handing me the flowers.

"Thank you," I murmured, taking them from him.

"Are you ready to go?" Wyatt asked, his smile making my heart skip a beat.

I nodded, "Yes."

Wyatt grabbed my hand, and everyone in the room went, "Aweee," in unison. I hid my face behind the flowers, feeling shy.

As we made our way to the door, Sawyor called out, "Wear protection! We don't need any cowboy babies running around here just yet."

I shook my head, laughing as we stepped outside. Waiting for us was Daisy, with flowers braided into her mane.

"Aww, Daisy, you look so pretty," I said, chuckling at the sight.

Wyatt smiled, "Come on."

He hopped onto Daisy and then helped me up before I wrapped my arms around his waist, holding on tightly.

"Let's ride, Daisy."

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"Alright, Daisy," I murmured as we came to a stop. I slid off the saddle and turned to help Milia down. She took my hand, her touch soft and warm, and I gently guided her to the ground. Once she was steady, I tied Daisy to a nearby tree, giving her a little pat.

"I'm gonna cover your eyes now," I said, turning back to Milia.

She gave me that sweet smile of hers and said, "Okay."

I reached out and placed my hands over her eyes. "No peeking."

She giggled, "I'm not!"

With her hands lightly gripping my arms for balance, we started walking toward the spot I'd set up. I kept glancing around as we moved, making sure everything was just as I left it. Nothing out of place, everything perfect.

"You ready?" I asked, stopping us right at the edge of the clearing.

Milia nodded eagerly. "Show me."

I slowly lifted my hands from her face, and for a moment, everything felt still.

Milia stood there, her mouth slightly open as she took in the sight.

The trees were strung with lights, casting a soft glow over the scene.

I'd laid out all the foods she liked, a bottle of wine, blankets and pillows scattered around, and even a couple of canvases with paint for us to get creative.

She gasped, her eyes wide, and I saw the tears starting to form. "Wyatt, this is what you were doing the whole time you were away?"

I nodded, "Sure was."

She walked closer, her hands brushing over the blankets, her eyes sparkling. "Wyatt, I love it. This is so beautiful."

Seeing her smile like that—it was everything. I felt my chest swell with pride and relief. "Come on, let's sit," I said, extending my hand to her.

Milia slipped off her boots, setting them to the side before settling onto the blanket. I followed behind, placing my boots next to hers and leaning back against one of the pillows.

"So," I began, glancing over at her, "how about we paint each other a nice little portrait of something we think we'd like and reveal the final product in about an hour?"

She turned to me, her smile widening. "I like the sound of that."

"Perfect," I said, feeling the tension of the day melt away. This moment, this night—it was exactly what I hoped for.

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"Wyatt, I swear if you painted me something ugly." Milia joked.

"Hey now," I laughed, "I might not be the best at painting, but it ain't ugly!"

She grinned, her eyes twinkling. "Okay, you ready?"

I nodded, feeling the excitement build. "Yep."

"I'll countdown... 3... 2... 1!" she said, and we both flipped our canvases around at the same time.

Milia's eyes widened when she saw the daisies I'd painted, and I couldn't help but smile at the bull horns she'd painted, adorned with sunflowers. She handed hers to me, and I carefully took it, admiring the detail and care she put into it. "This is perfect, Milia."

Her gaze softened. "Wyatt, you said you couldn't paint! This is actually really good."

I tipped my head, giving her a playful smile. "Why, thank you, Miss Milia."

She giggled, that sweet sound making my heart flutter. "Gosh, where did I get so lucky with you?"

I reached out, tucking a loose strand of coiled hair behind her ear. "I wonder the same about you."

Her smile faded a little, and she started playing with her fingers, a sign I knew meant something was weighing on her mind. I moved closer, wrapping my arm around her. "Hey, what's wrong?"

She bit her lip before speaking, her voice softer now. "It's just... I never thought I'd ever escape Malakai, and to know I did, and I met someone ten times better... it just all feels so unreal."

I sighed, gently lifting her chin so her eyes met mine. "Come on, get whatever you want to say about Malakai off your chest right now. Because after tonight? I never want to hear that name from your mouth ever again."

She gave me a small smile, then looked down at her hands. "Okay... let me think about what I could say."

I stayed quiet, waiting patiently as she gathered her thoughts.

Then she took a deep breath. "I still remember the first time Malakai and I met.

It was sophomore year of college, and we were both in the same algebra class.

Sienna had transferred to a different college, and I was so scared to start by myself.

And that's when he sat by me and told me a joke that made me laugh for hours. "

Her eyes gazed up at the sky before she continued. "Malakai was my everything, Wyatt. I'd never loved anyone as much as I loved him. He was sweet, caring, and kind. He gave me everything I asked for. I mean, it was perfect, almost too perfect."

Her voice wavered, and she added, "There were a few red flags, like how he'd get upset at his game and take it out on me with his words. He'd get upset if I spoke to guys, even my own cousins, which is why he made me cut off my family. I wasn't thinking, so of course, I listened."

I just listened, my heart aching with every word she spoke.

"Years passed, and we made it work. I mean, we argued, but what couple doesn't argue, you know?

It was all okay until one day, we were watching a movie, and I heard his phone ringing.

" She paused, wiping away a tear. "I picked his phone up and saw Kara calling, the girl he'd shown up to the bar with.

I had no idea who she was, so I went onto his phone and read some of their messages. Big mistake."

She let out a soft chuckle, though it was filled with sadness.

"I saw they'd been messaging each other for months, and my heart shattered.

Malakai was my first boyfriend ever, and to know he'd been seeing another girl behind my back?

It broke me. So he came back to the movie, and I confronted him about it.

I showed him the messages and questioned him, ready to leave, but he told me I shouldn't have touched what wasn't mine.

When I tried to leave, he shoved me to the floor and said, 'I'll show you what will happen if you ever try to leave me. ' Then he attacked me."

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I felt my heart shatter for her. She continued, her voice trembling. "I screamed and screamed, begging him to stop, but he didn't. He beat me, then forced himself on me, telling me no one could ever love me the way he did."

Tears filled her eyes, and I couldn't take it anymore. I reached out, wiping them away. "Well, he was wrong because I love you."

As soon as the words left my mouth, I froze, realizing what I'd just said to her. I closed my eyes, trying to hide my embarrassment. "I just said that, didn't I?"

Milia laughed, "Yeah, you did."

I laughed, too, shaking my head. "God, I'm sorry, Milia."

She moved onto her knees, closing the distance between us. "I love you too, Wyatt."

My eyes widened, disbelief flooding me. "W-what?"

She cupped my face, her touch gentle. "I said I love you too, Wyatt Buckley."

A grin spread across my face, and I felt like the luckiest man alive. "You do?"

She nodded, "You've made me smile and feel good more than Malakai ever did in the six years we were together. I'm in love with you, Wyatt, and I'm not afraid to admit that."

I felt my face heat up, and I buried it against her chest, trying to hide my big smile. She laughed, pushing me away gently. "You're perfect, Wyatt, so perfect."

I looked into her eyes, feeling overwhelmed with love by her words. "Come here."

I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into my lap. Our lips met in a kiss that was slow, sweet, and filled with everything we couldn't put into words. As the kiss deepened, I felt her pulling me closer, my hands finding their way to her waist. She pulled back slightly, her voice breathless.

"Wyatt... I want you to make love to me."

I bit my lip at Milia's words.

She wanted me to make love to her. I'd been waiting for this moment since the day I saw her step into that hospital room.

Milia was everything I'd ever wanted in a woman, and fuck I loved her so much.

I stared into her eyes, admiring every inch of her beauty. I ran my fingers through her coils, pulling her back into me. I smashed my lips against her, deepening our kiss as I flipped her onto her back.

She let out a giggle, that made my smile grow wider as I carefully laid her onto her back, allowing her head to rest on the pillow.

I loosened the strings on her shirt, opening it up, seeing her perky brown, perfect sized breast. I took one of them into my mouth, sucking on it as I listened to the sweet moans that fell from her lips.

I kissed her breast one last time before I moved down to her stomach, kissing her butterfly tattoo she'd gotten to cover one of her scars. She was perfect, so fucking perfect.

I unbuttoned her skirt, pulling it down along with her stockings to be met with the sight of her pink laced thong. I smiled, looking back up to her, seeing she'd already was smiling down at me.

"You want it?" I asked, running my fingers along the sides of her panties to tease her.

"Y-yes," she whispered, rubbing her breast, desperate to be fucked. I removed her panties, placing them on the side of us to get them out of the way.

I pulled my shirt over my shoulders and unbuckled my belt, placing them on top of her panties.

I moved lower, positioning myself better to be met with her pretty pussy. I smiled at the sight of it, moving my head closer, hearing Milia's breathing pick up.

I slid my tongue against her vagina, listening as she let out a loud moan. I gripped onto her thighs, pushing my tongue closer to her vagina, tasting all of her wetness.

Fuck she tasted so good.

"Wyatt, that feels so fucking good baby." Milia moaned, running her hands through my hair. She gripped onto my hair, pushing herself against my tongue as she grinned against my tongue, turning me on even more.

I picked up my speed, flicking my tongue against her spot, watching her back curved up. "Wyatt, I'm going to come!"

Damn, already?

"Fuck!" Milia moan loudly, as she let all of her juices flow onto my tongue, making me smile.

I rose up, watching as her eyes were shut tightly and she took deep breaths to catch her breath. I climbed on top of her, opening her legs wider as I pulled my pants down, stroking my dick with my hand.

I was harder than a fucking rock just staring at Milia, and fuck I needed to be inside of her. I slid into her fold, pressing her legs against the ground as I slowly thrusted in and out of her wet pussy.

"You're so fucking wet, Milia." I whispered, slamming into her as she moaned my name louder.

"Wyatt, you're so big." Milia moaned, sliding her hands up and down my body. I thrusted faster in her, loving the sound of her voice. I moved down, feeling Milia's fingers digging into my back as she screamed to the top of her lungs, her moans echoing into the night.

"Fuck me Wyatt, fuck me." Milia grunted, and I wrapped my hand around her neck as I pounded her, watching her eyes roll to the back of her head.

"You like this baby?" I asked, feeling myself about to cum.

"Y-yes Wyatt." Milia whispered, nodding. "I'm about to come again."

I pounded her even harder, groaning as I heard her scream, letting me know she was coming.

I pushed out of her, turning over to let my load out into the grass. My chest rose and fell as I finished, needing to catch my breath.

I sat there for a moment before i pulled my pants back up, buttoning them together. I turned around to see Milia lying there with her panties back on and her wrapped in my shirt, making me smile.

I climbed back onto the pillow, laid on my side, and pulled Milia closer to me. Her smile lit up the dark night, and she whispered, "I wish this weekend didn't have to end."

I smiled, feeling the same way. "Me too, Milia. Me too. But on the bright side, Wiley told me we could come out here anytime we wanted to."

Her eyes widened with excitement, and she grinned. "Really?"

"Yup," I said, matching her smile.

"That's great," she said softly, her voice full of happiness.

We both went quiet after that, our gazes drifting up to the stars. The sky was so clear, each star twinkling. The peacefulness wrapped around us, and for a while, there wasn't a need for words.

Milia broke the silence, her voice playful. "I'm so happy you fell off that bull."

I burst into laughter, taken back by her comment. "Milia!" I exclaimed, still chuckling.

She laughed along with me, "What?"

Shaking my head, I sighed, grinning at her. "You and Sawyor with your jokes."

Her giggles were infectious, and I found myself smiling even wider. I looked over at her, the stars reflected in her eyes, and said, "I love you, Milia."

Her laughter softened, and she looked at me with such warmth. "I love you too, Wyatt."

I leaned in, our lips meeting in a soft, lingering kiss. The world seemed to fade away, just us under the starry sky. But then her phone dinged, causing us to pull away. We pulled apart, and she reached for her phone.

"My mom just texted me," she said, her tone shifting to curiosity as she read the message.

"What'd she say?" I asked, wondering what could've interrupted our moment.

Milia showed me the screen, and I read the message:

"Uh oh." I said, looking back up at Milia.

Milia rolled her eyes, "Well, looks like we're having a huge family dinner next weekend."

"I'll be there," I nodded.

"Yes, you will, and so will Mrs. Hiedi and Wiley," she added, her smile returning.

"Alright," I agreed, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement.

Milia lay back down, her head resting on the pillow, and I pulled her close again, hoping her parents would like me.