Page 1 of Ride 'em Cowboy

Chapter One

Fiona wasn’t really in the market for a lover or a partner or some guy to give her a sappy, sweet, happily ever after.Been there, done that, got the scars to prove it.She didn’t believe in any of that romance novel type crap.All she needed was a nice quick fuck to take the edge off.

Okay, maybe not so quick.She was wound pretty tight.It could take a while.She’d be happy spending a few hours trying out different positions and options.According to the Kama Sutra there were over sixty-four sexual positions, and she’d only tried about a dozen of them, tops.Lots of fun still waiting in those pages.

She didn’t want any strings attached, though.She hated it when the guy felt he had to pretend to care about her just to get into her panties.She planned to be long gone before it was time to discuss breakfast options.

She wasn’t some weak-kneed virgin with stars in her eyes.She knew the score.She’d been married at the tender age of seventeen and the term “hell on Earth” didn’t begin to describe it.Sure he said he cared, but his brand of caring had left her so gun-shy she refused to attend any and all weddings, let alone participate in one in any way.At twenty-two, she was done trusting anyone else with her happiness or well-being.

She still bore the scars from her last tiff with the hubby, and the bill from a month spent in the hospital recuperating.The doctor said he could maybe do something about the scars, make them less visible, but she figured, why bother?She’d earned them, and at the current interest rate on the loan she’d had to take out to pay the hospital bill, she’d still be paying for them a decade from now.

She picked a bar four towns over for her evening’s activities.No chance she might run into the guy at church the next day.She attended church every single Sunday, rain or shine.Not sure why.Not sure if she still believe in God and heaven, but she sure as shit didn’t want to go back to hell.

Again, been there, done that.

The flashing neon sign over the door claimed the beer was cold and the band was hot.She felt the corner of her lips curl up in a smile.Now that sounded like exactly the kind of place where she’d find what she was looking for.

She pulled her old Chevy truck into the parking lot and undid the top four buttons on her blue-checked shirt.She had decent boobs, and the frilly black bra she’d bought last week showed the cleavage off nicely.She was wearing jeans and cowboy boots, and she’d spent a goodly amount of time on her makeup.

She knew she looked good.Not office-type good, but I-want-to-get-laid good.The blue shirt showed off her eyes, and the jeans showed off her ass.She had to suppress a giggle at the thought of her co-workers.Her day job was as a receptionist at a church and her boss, Reverend Mac, would have a heart attack if he saw her in this outfit.

If she didn’t get laid tonight it wouldn’t be for lack of trying.

The sound of a motorcycle approaching at Mach One had her turning her head.Sure enough, a Harley the size of a small tugboat roared into the lot and the rider did some fancy maneuvering to bring it to a stop without standing it on the handlebars.The guy was either showing off for someone she couldn’t quite see, or he needed a cold beer worse than she needed to get laid.

That piqued her curiosity.She needed to get laid pretty bad.She’d made the mistake of thinking she could get along without a man but it turned out that adult toys only went so far toward satisfying her carnal cravings.Nothing felt quite as good as a hot, hard cock ramming into her pussy, and it needed to have a man attached to it for optimum sensual sensation.

Yup, she needed a man, and a mouthwatering specimen was currently disentangling himself from the Harley.He shrugged out of the well-worn leather jacket, draping it across the handlebars, and she restrained the urge to drool.His tight shirt outlined a muscular chest before it tucked into a nice pair of jeans covered by leather chaps.No, wait.As she watched the rider unbuckled the chaps and stuffed them into the saddlebags.That maneuver required him to turn his back on her and bend over ever so slightly.

Damn, those jeans looked good on him!She stared at that ass like a dumbstruck teenager until the man straightened up and plucked a worn cowboy hat from under the cargo netting on the back of the seat.Jamming the hat onto his head, he sauntered over to the entrance.When he disappeared through the door, she picked her jaw up off the floorboards and took a deep breath.She could just imagine how gorgeous he’d look once she managed to entice him out of the remainder of his clothing.

Taking a quick peek in the rearview mirror, she fluffed up her hair and opened the truck door.OperationGet Some Actionwas officially a go now that she had a specific target in sight.The biker had already disappeared into the bar, but unless he’d exited through a back door and abandoned his Harley (not likely!) she knew exactly where to find him.

She paused before opening the door to the bar.Never hurt to make one last check that everything was in place and looked as enticing as possible.She’d worn her lucky boots tonight, the ones with the heels.At five foot four, she needed a little help to make her legs look longer.For some reason, long legs were a surefire way to get a man’s interest.Maybe they liked to know she could wrap them all the way around their waist while they fucked her.And she could.No problem there.

The rest of her outfit was standard slut-looking-to-get-laid.Her jeans hugged every curve on her body.She might not be model-skinny but most of the men she picked up on these trolling sessions seemed to enjoy big boobs and curves.

She took her time sauntering from the door to the bar.The place was crowded.In one corner, a mechanical bull tossed a wannabe cowboy onto the padded floor mat while the crowd whooped and hollered.A four-piece band cranked out country music from the far corner.Surprisingly, they didn’t sound too bad.

She leaned against the bar and tapped her foot in time to the music.She motioned the bartender over and ordered a mug of whatever was on tap.She didn’t drink much on these excursions, but it gave her something to do with her hands while she searched the faces of the crowd for her cowboy.

Yeah.Now that was an interesting idea.Her own personal cowboy.Maybe he could be convinced to do a monthly rendezvous.Might save her the time hunting down a new guy every time she felt the urge.

The crowd over by the mechanical bull let out an extra loud whoop.She glanced back in that direction and there he was.One hand gripped the rope that circled the bull’s midsection and the other waved in the air high above his shoulder.The well-worn cowboy hat jammed firmly on top of his head was the hottest thing she’d ever seen.She could just imagine him standing in front of her, buck naked except for that hat.

Naked and ready for action.

He nodded at someone she couldn’t see, and the bull started to move.

Damn.Ride ‘em, cowboy!The man was born for this.His body moved with a smooth fluidity that made it look easy.With all the jerking and jumping that metal monster did, you’d think the rider would jump and jerk just as much, but he made it look like a dance that he’d mastered so long ago he didn’t even have to put any effort into it.His body flowed from one move to the next, power and strength visible in each change.That sexy cowboy hat stayed on his head too, pulled down low enough to almost cover his eyes.They were dark, dark and hard.The kind of eyes that made one take a step back and reconsider whether or not it was a good idea to garner his attention.

She worked her way through the crowd to a position in the front row where she could see him better.And where he could see her.That was the point, after all.It was all good and well to admire the sexy bull-riding cowboy from afar but to get what she needed and wanted out of this little excursion, she needed to be closer to him.A whole lot closer.As in, right up tight against him, skin to skin, but that would have to wait until after he finished showing off his prowess on the mechanical bull.

As she moved through the crowd, she realized this wasn’t the cowboy’s first time at this particular drinking hole.The comments from the onlookers implied he came here often, possibly on a regular basis.Most importantly, at least to her, was the fact that he didn’t appear to have a steady girlfriend.If he did, no one was mentioning it and it seemed she wasn’t the only one angling to spend the night playing ride the cowboy.

She felt a familiar surge of anticipation.Nothing like a bit of rivalry to make the prize look even better.Leaning against the railing that surrounded the arena, she eyed up her competition.

A young blonde girl to her left took her hat off as the mechanical bull swung the cowboy around to face her.Letting out a loud whoop, she waved the hat in the air and flashed him with a wide-open shirt.Silly twit had tits the size of grapes, hardly enticing to a real man.

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