Page 99 of Kentucky Nights
I loop my arm through his to hang onto him tighter. I crowd his space, so I don’t bump into anyone.
“Excuse me?”
The operator peers down from his booth. “Want to ride the bull?”
“We do.” Kentucky’s tone changes. He’s softer, speaking slower with an intensity I’ve never heard before. “You’re goingto go very slowly. My wife is pregnant, and we can’t have any accidents.Slow. No fast turns, no whips to the left and right, and no trying to throw her off. If you do, I’ll fucking kill you. Do you understand?”
“I understand,” The operator’s face is relaxed, his eyes hooded, and his pupils blown from Kentucky’s influence. “You’ll be safe.”
“How long is the line?” Kentucky asks.
“There are about ten people ahead of you.”
“You’re going to let us go first.”
The operator grins. “Looks like you’re up. Give me the thumbs up when you’re ready.”
Kentucky swings me into his arms and sets me on the other side of the fence.
“You just skipped so many people,” I scold him.
Using the wooden post as leverage, he hops over the fence. I’m not sure why that turns me on so much, but I want him to do it again.
“I wasn’t kidding when I said I was going to get you out of those shorts.” He taps my ass with his hand. “Come on. Let’s get you on this bull so you can ride me later.”
Is this what it is like to be happy? To have someone love you? Like, truly love you? No wonder the world is obsessed with finding love. There isn’t a better feeling in existence.
Kentucky grabs me by the hips and swings me over the bull. I grab the handle, scooting forward until I feel comfortable. My mate hops on behind me, proving he has done this a hundred times. His muscular arm wraps around my waist like he promised, tugging himself to my back.
My breath catches with him so close. His legs hug the back of mine, gluing himself to me. Kentucky reaches around with his free hand, placing his over mine to have a better grip of the handle.
“Ready?”
“Ready.” My reply is breathless from being caged against him.
His nose is against my neck, and he nips at his claim, sending jolts of desire through every single one of my limbs.
He lifts his thumb in the air to the operator and wraps his arm around me again.
“We have to be careful with this one,” the announcer says. “She’s pregnant. Everyone cheer for the couple!”
The crowd is loud, everyone raising their drinks in the air to celebrate.
I grip the handle and keep a hold of Kentucky’s arm when the bull tilts forward. I scream, worried I’m going to fall off.
“I got you. I ain’t going to allow anything to happen to you, Darlin’. You’re safe with me.”
The bull rocks slowly, just like the operator promised. Kentucky slides back and forth. His arousal presses into me with every motion of the bull. We turn slow and steady. Warm breath puffs against my neck, the tease of his lips ghosting over my nape.
I lean into him, trusting him to keep me safe when the bull rocks back. Kentucky presses a kiss to his mark, a moan slipping from his lips. His control is slipping just as mine is.
A light sheen of sweat sticks to my skin. The air is full of humidity from our bodies, yet I’m hot for an entirely different reason.
Kentucky kisses my shoulder and neck before wrapping his hand around my throat to keep me secured to him.
“I’m taking you home. Right now.”
Getting her home is all I can think and breathe about. She smells so good. Her blood, her body, her touch, it is calling to me. I can’t wait another minute.
