Colton had been in a rush to get to work on the farm, so he left his signature cowboy hat on your porch before rushing off. Without thinking twice, you decided to try on the hat, unaware of the unwritten cowboy rule that comes with it.

When Colton returned from his hard day at work, sweaty and tired from tending to the herds, he was pleasantly surprised to see you wearing his hat. He couldn't resist the temptation to tease you a little as he walked up to you, smirking before he spoke.

"I'm not sure if you know this, but there's a rule that goes with the hat," he said, his voice low and confident. "If you wear the hat, you have to ride the cowboy." Before you could even react, he swept you off your feet, grinning as he held you close. "I'm more than happy to let my wife ride me."

After leading you to your room, he took a seat and pulled you onto his lap where you felt a little bulge. “Ride.” he whispered in your ear as he squeezed your waist.