Chapter Thirty
West
“You are a godsend, West Winchester,” Daisy says as I hand her a coffee in bed while she breastfeeds Waylon. He greedily gulps down his breakfast, one tiny little hand curling against her luscious breast. “What’s that look?”
“I don’t know whether to be awed or jealous it’s not me in his position.”
She shakes her head. “Men.”
“You’re fucking incredible, you know that, right?” I take the hot coffee from her and set it down on the nightstand, since her hands are a little full right now.
“I’m just a mom, doing what mamas have done for centuries.” She strokes a finger down his nose and he fusses and squirms, and then lets one rip.
We both laugh, and Waylon startles, pausing his feed to let out a heartbroken little cry. “Aww, buddy, it’s okay. Just wait ’til mama lets you loose on the bunkhouse. You could give Wade and Cash a run for their money.”
“If you think I’m about to let my son live in a bunkhouse with all the wild that goes on there, you’ve got another think coming, cowboy.”
“Maybe just the stables then?” I wink. “Eggs okay for breakfast?”
“We’re not heading over to the main house?”
“Darlin’, the only one I’m willing to share you with today is Waylon. My family can wait. I never pretended to be a selfless man.”
She swallows hard, and that little line forms between her brow, like she’s overthinking my every word. Which reminds me.
“Is he about done?” I ask.
“He’s been asleep for a few minutes.” She pops him off her nipple and props him up against her shoulder, patting his back to burp him. I stand and hold out my hand. Daisy looks at it, confused. “I owe you a dance.”
Daisy laughs. “In your bedroom?”
“Wherever you want.”
“I thought cowboys didn’t dance?” She places her hand in mine, and I pull her to her feet.
“I said I didn’t wanna dance there, with all of those eyes watching us,” I say.
Daisy opens her mouth to argue, but I hold up a finger.
“And before you go sayin’ something stupid like, ‘are you ashamed to be with me’, I wanna say one thing.
I’m a private man, Dais. I didn’t want our relationship to wind up fodder for the Red River Canyon Report, but I couldn’t give two shits what they say about me.
” I pull her into my arms and rock all three of us slowly from side to side.
“All I care about is you and Waylon. I knew if I danced with you last night, I was gonna kiss you and never want to stop touching you. I needed to make sure you were okay with being mine first.”
She closes her eyes, her lips tipping up in a soft smile that makes me want to take her to bed all over again. “Say it again, cowboy.”
“You’re mine, darlin’. All fucking mine,” I whisper. I cup her cheek and lean in, kissing those soft lips I don’t ever intend to give up now that I’ve had a taste.