Page 91 of Downpour

“What do you?—”

One of the bartenders had grabbed the microphone, drawing everyone’s attention to the ring. A silhouette sat on top of the mechanical bull. Her head was tipped back with long hair spilling down her spine.

Spotlights danced over the rider’s body. Slowly, they focused on her as the music grew, and the bull started to rock.

“Oh my god,” I whispered. “She’s hot.”

Ray chuckled from behind me. “Topless bull riding is a tradition around here. It’s been going on for decades.”

That’s when I realized there was nothing but a thong beneath her chaps. Her ass and tits bounced with each swing of the bull.Her chest was mostly hidden—for now—beneath an open leather vest.

“You mean she’s going to?—“

Ray’s hands were steady as he skated them down my arms and laced our fingers together. “We can go if you want.”

I whipped around. “Are you kidding? I want to watch.”

“You sure, baby?”

I was fairly sure I nodded, but my focus was fixed on the rider. She grabbed a rope hanging from the ceiling and pulled herself up to stand on top of the bull, skillfully surfing it as it rocked and spun. She shook her ass as people cheered and made it rain dollar bills.

“She’s so good.” I gasped when the bull slowed and she did a backflip.

Her boots slammed into the back of the bull, and she dropped down to straddle it again. The bar erupted with applause when the vest fell open and her breasts bounced free.

“How does she stay on like that?” I asked when the woman operating the control panel made the bull whip around, changing its direction halfway through the turn.

Ray wrapped his hands around my waist and gently lifted me, placing me on his lap. “Close your eyes.”

I let the music and the feeling of his chest against my back transport me away from the chaos and cheers.

Two fingers ran down my spine. “Focus right here.” He trailed them across the back of my hips. “And right here. Move them in two different directions. Your hips go with the bull. Lean into the tilt. Your spine and shoulders counterbalance it.”

His hands wrapped around my thighs, gently parting my legs. Heat surged down my spine and pooled in my core.

“Tight legs. Loose hips.” He slid his hands down the inside of my thighs. “Tighten these muscles right here.”

I clenched, feeling his hand slide higher and higher up my thighs.

My lips parted, and I tilted my head back against his shoulder. Ray placed a hand across my stomach, pressing me against his chest as his fingers grazed along the thin fabric between my legs.

I sucked in a sharp breath.

“Right here,” he murmured, his thumb pressing into the crease of my thigh and pelvis. “That’s where you squeeze the hardest. Your knees and your adductor muscles.”

“How does this not turn you on?” I whimpered. It felt like we had gone through hours of foreplay, but all he had done was point out muscle groups.

Ray’s chuckle was dark. “It’s a little more sobering when there’s a two-thousand-pound animal under your ass trying to kill you.”

“It feels like you’re trying to kill me,” I gasped when he pulled me back further, pressing his erection into my backside.

His mouth was warm on the back of my neck. “Does watching her ride that bull turn you on, baby girl?”

I nodded. Each press and suck of his mouth against my neck made me tumble further and further down the rabbit hole. I was three sheets to the wind, drunk on lust.

I rocked my ass against his cock.

Ray chuckled. “You enjoy putting on a show, don’t you?”

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