He fell for miss rodeo in high school, this or may not be partly from the song The Fall by CoJo, but she does rodeo with Travis because she moved down to Texasx and Kayce get jelly
Ride is Worth the Fall
Tags [ @kmc1989 @tallrock35 @pear-1206
Sitting on the saddle of my light tan horse I eyed the bucking shoot that had a caff standing inside of it. The person manning the cage pressed the open button before the person keeping my door closed let it swing open and I raced out into the arena on my prize horse.
The young caff ran trying to get away from my horse but every move he made I jumped directly in front of him. My horse kicked its front legs scaring the caff into its pen shoot before I rode through the arena two or three times before fancy slide directly over to my team of horse trainers that I worked alongside.
“That’s all cowboyin’ is. You were right.” I chuckled galloping to the edge of the stands seeing Travis watching the whole performance.
“Are you saying you doubted me, Ms. Rodeo.”
Shaking my head, I looked down briefly. “No. I just mean - I'm surprised when you said -”
Travis and I declared in unison together recalling what he had told me when I had first signed up to work for him two years ago. “It’s you and a horse doin’ a job, tryin’ like hell to not let the other down.”
“Hey, do you know who that guy in the black cowboy hat is standing over there? He's been ogling you the entire show.”
Following the direction of where he was pointing I gasped instantly recognizing the person in question even from far away across the arena. “Kayce - I'll be right back. Watch my horse.” Dismounting my horse I passed the reins over to the horse trainer making my way across the arena.
Kayce and I had attended the same high school our whole lives. He worked on his family's ranch and I competed in the Rodeo competitions all throughout school. This earned me the nickname of ‘Ms. Rodeo” and Travis decided to keep calling me that the day I signed on with his team in Texas.
“Well hey stranger long time no see huh.” I strolled over to the edge of the fence, laying my arms on the metal railing once I had climbed up on the fence.
The youngest son of John Dutton bent his head down not expecting me to be this close to him. He simply planned on watching me from afar. “Oh hey Y/n, I didn't mean to interpret the show. I was just so curious about your performance.”
“You didn't mess up the show. But I am curious. What are you doing all the way out here in Texas?” Tilting my head to the side I bit my lip lightly.
He leaned his elbows on the railing looking over in my direction. “I came out to watch the show.”
“That ain't it. Tell me the real reason.”
He attempted another lie. “It's the truth. I came out here to watch the show.”
“So you're gonna tell your daddy back home that you just love watching Travis do Rodeo.” I teased him with a hand on my hip swaying back and forth.
Kayce threw his head back groaning at the conversation between the two of us. “Y/n!! I don't care about Travis and the performance he does.”
“But you do have someone that you love watching.” I climbed over the railing, jumping down until I was standing directly in front of him. “Who is it? What's her name? What does she like to do?”
Kayce rolls his eyes, beginning to walk away from me, avoiding the conversation rather than answer my questions. “You should get back to Travis. I bet he's waiting to celebrate your win tonight at his mansion.”
“Kayce.” I called his name and to my surprise he halted in his tracks, glancing over his shoulder at me. “Are you jealous of Travis?”
When we were growing up in school my friends would tease me about my feelings for Kayce. I contemplated telling him in our sophomore year but he had gotten some Indian girl pregnant and had to drop out and as far as I knew they were still together. I moved out here to work for Travis after he saw me compete in my last Rodeo competition in high school.
Unknown to me Kayce had only married Monica in an attempt to do the right thing and help her raise the baby, his son named Tate. But in reality he still carried a torch for the girl standing before him now.
Kayce shook his head trying to walk away. “I should start heading home. I have a long drive home. It was good to see you, Y/n.”
“Kayce, wait a minute.” Taking a few steps toward him I snagged his wrist stopping him from leaving where he stared down at me. “You don’t have to run off so soon. Stick around - we can catch up just like old times.”
He yanked his wrist from my hand lightly snapping at me. “I can’t be around you right now.”
“Why?”
He replied. “I can't tell you why.”
“Kayce, please don’t lie to me.”
Kayce snapped back at me sharply. “I'm not lying to you.”
“Then why are you so quick to run off after not seeing one of your old friends for the past ten years.”
He spun around stomping up to me grabbing my face with his hands, pressing his forehead against mine. He smashed his lips down onto mine and I gasped stumbling backwards until I realized how much I enjoyed kissing him.
Hell I had always dreamed what it would be like to kiss him.
Wrapping my arms around his neck I deepened the kiss earning a moan to slip past his lips. He threaded his fingers of his right hand into my loose hair nearly making my hat fall off my head until we separated needing to catch our breath. “I thought that you and Monica are - what brought this on?”
“You were right, I am jealous.” He breathes out shifting his gaze over to my team keeping his gaze on the man horse trainer. “I'm jealous of Travis. He's not good enough for you.”
Blinking a couple of times I hung my mouth opened realizing what he meant and why he would be jealous of me spending all my time with Travis. “Kayce, how long have you had feelings for me?”
“Since we were sixteen years old. I just - I married Monica trying to do the right thing. But things didn’t work out the way I thought they would so now I’m a divorce single dad.”
Closing the space between us I wrapped my arms around his neck bringing him in for a kiss. “I want you to know that there’s nothing happening between me and Travis. I can’t handle his high ego.”
“Really. You mean it?” Kayce asked with a hopeful smile on his lips.
Leaning up on my toes I captured my lips with his own muttering in between kisses. “You’ve always been worth the ride, Dutton.” He smiled, looping his arms around my waist, bringing me closer. Kayde and I got lost in each other so much that we didn’t realize that my boss Travis was watching us from afar.
He chuckled with a cocky smirk across his face. “Now that’s how you win over Ms. Rodeo.”
You know what’s kinda funny to me, how people say they hate or dislike country music because it’s only about a guy losing a girlfriend or wife and drinking his sorrows away.
But if you listen to some of the older songs it’s more than that. They tell stories about soldiers who didn’t make it, missing an opportunity, a baby being born and how they changed the parents’ lives, mental health, abuse, death, the way your view on love changes as you age, disabilities, battles, how the good book can help you find a higher power, ghosts.
The people who are saying that they don’t like country music are probably only listening to the newer artists, not taking the time to go back and see the older generation and hear the stories they have to tell.
If you’re interested I can add a few songs to listen to! 🥰🤟🏻
