Love Under the Western Skies

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴇɴ

ᴍᴀᴅɪꜱᴏɴ/ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇ

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ᴍᴀᴅɪꜱᴏɴ

Steve: Come to the staging area

Steve: Madison, please

Steve: Baby, I promise I'll bury myself between those legs tonight if you come back here

Me: Cool it, Casanova, Rhett was having a meltdown

Me: I can't come back to the staging area, Dad's here

Steve: I don't give a fuck, get down here and let me see my girl and my son

Me: This doesn't seem very friends with benefits like

Steve: Madison

Me: Coming!

"You know," I teased when I approached Steve, nodding towards Steve's roping partner Craig, "You work for me, you're in no place to make demands Rogers."

Steve wrapped an arm around my waist when I approached, the shelter of his trailer concealing us from prying eyes. "He knows, he swore to not tell anyone," Steve chuckled, taking Rhett out of my arms to cuddle the little boy to his chest, "I hear you're being a sad boy for our buttercup here," I blushed, hiding my face behind my hands when Craig chuckled, "Rhett buddy we gotta put our happy faces on today, it's daddy's first time back on the horse since I've had you."

"Well be right on the fence line," I told Rhett, "get to see Daddy and Uncle Craig in all their glory, hopefully, Daddy's knees don't give out."

"Watch it, baby," Steve's hand slid down to squeeze my ass, a squeal leaving my lips when he pulled me in front of him, "I'm not that much older than you."

I rolled my eyes, taking Rhett back so Steve could get ready to mount Wilma, Craig turning to speak with his wife. "Are you okay?" I asked, running one hand over Wilma's neck while Steve worked with his rope, making sure it was comfortable in his hand. "Ya know, after everything that happened with Savannah, the worlds watching."

"I know," Steve pulled me closer to him again, creating a little bubble for us with Wilma blocking us off from Craig and the rest of the world, "But I've got my little boy up there, and I don't want him to grow up knowing his daddy couldn't deliver on promises he makes people," I smiled at Steve, my free hand crawling up his chest so it could rest over his beating heart, "I promised you I'd do well, I've got a lot to prove to Nash, I've got a son to make proud," Steve's lips landed on my temple, resting there to calm his racing heart and mind.

This didn't feel very much like a friends-with-benefits situation, we were toeing a dangerous line, but I didn't have it in me to push him away, not when his eyes fell closed and he pulled me closer to him, Rhett being sandwiched between the two of us. "You're gonna do great Steve," I rose up on my toes to press a kiss to his cheek, "Dad's put five grand down already on you, and Craig, Rae, and I each put a thousand, Rhett put a thousand, Nat and Bucky put a thousand down, win this and we each double it." Steve's eyes opened to look at me, and I paused. His eyes traced each curve of my body, and sometimes I longed to know what he was thinking about me. What he wanted. But right now his hand was gripping my hip for dear life, fingers slightly trembling. "C'mere cowboy."

Both of Steve's arms encircled my waist, hugging me tightly, and with each passing second, I could feel the tension bleed out of his system. "Promise to come back as soon as I'm done with the barrel race?"

"Of course," I let him lean down to kiss me, something I think he needed more than I did, "Everyone's front row," I promised him, his tongue slipping into my mouth and swallowing the whimper I let out, "Rhett and I will be standing at the fence, baby please," I whispered when his hands started to drift to my inner thighs.