Page 18 of Barn Burner
Cooper must notice the direction of my gaze because he pipes up. “I’ll give you fifty bucks if you stay on for at least eight seconds.”
I snort, picking up my drink to give me something to do with my hands. “Just eight seconds? You implying I don’t have stamina?”
It’s Cooper’s turn to let out a bark of laughter. He quickly turns to Jesse, flashing his brother a mischievous smile. “Oh, I have no doubt that you do, but my big brother hasn’t had anyone come close to ridin’ his top score, and I know he’ll really appreciate watchin’ you try.”
“Cooper…” Jesse all but groans, but he doesn’t deny it.
Fuck it.
Taking a quick sip of beer for courage, I turn to Jesse and place a hand on his shoulder, lowering my voice enough so only he can hear. “Just so you know, while you’re watching the roll of my hips, I’ll be thinking about what it’ll be like to squeeze your hips with my thighs.”
He sucks in a sharp breath, and I give him a flirty wink before heading over to the operator of the bull.
I don’t have to wait long for my turn. The operator talks me through what will happen, and then I step into the inflatable ring. I grab hold of the leather strap and swing my leg over, spreading my legs wide to accommodate for the wide bull.
“Are you ready?” the operator asks.
My eyes quickly dart to where Jesse is watching me with such intensity, a shiver rakes down my spine. My cock throbs at the sight of him, all hot and commanding.
Fuck, I hope his thread is close to breaking because I’m starving for a taste.
Twisting my cap backward, I nod. “Hell yeah.”
It’s time to show this cowboy how well I can ride.
8
Jesse
Brayden is going to be the death of me, I’m sure of it.
My eyes track his retreating frame as he makes his way through the crowd toward where the mechanical bull is. He listens intently as the member of staff explains what to do, and then he steps into the ring. His denim jeans pull taut across his strong legs as he straddles the bull, then wraps one hand around the leather strap. The guy says something to him, but instead of responding, Brayden glances over at me. His eyes are flickering with heat. A deep-seated want aimed straight at me. After twisting his ball cap around, he gives a small nod, letting the guy know he’s ready.
Cooper whistles loudly, slapping his hand against the wooden bar top behind us as the bull starts up. Suddenly, it’s like all the air is sucked out of the room. I’m unable to tear my eyes off Brayden. His body moves in a fluid rhythm in time with the bull’s movements, one hand held high in the air, a wide grin on his face. His hips rock in a way that has my cock thickening behind my zipper as his earlier words filter through my mind.
“I’ll be thinking about what it’ll be like to squeeze your hips with my thighs.”
Fuck, he makes me wild.
The rest of the bar becomes a distant buzz as I watch him. He looks completely unfazed. His core strength keeps him upright with every sharp twist and turn of the bull, his strong legs keeping him anchored. But it’s his hips that have my sole focus. It’s almost as if I can imagine what he would look like on top of me, rolling his hips in a way that meant my cock would brush up against his prostate with every stroke, those thick, muscular thighs squeezing my waist as I thrust my cock up into him, edging deeper.
I think it’s safe to say I can’t deny whatever this is sizzling between us any longer. I need to know what he tastes like. I need to know what he looks like stripped bare.
I need to know what he looks like spread out on my bedsheets, all spent and satisfied.
The sound of a buzzer snaps me out of my trance. My cock is achingly hard. Cooper and Rhett are howling like a pack of wolves, clapping their hands and letting out loud whistles as Brayden throws himself onto the inflatable surface with a bright grin.
“Loser!” Cooper laughs, slapping my shoulder.
I grunt, not knowing what he’s referring to as, clearly, I wasn’t paying attention to anything but the sensual sway of Brayden’s body.
“He just beat your time,” he tells me, pointing to where the member of staff is writing Brayden’s name on a piece of card and sticking it above my name on the leaderboard. “How’s it feel to no longer be the town’s best bull rider?”
Rolling my eyes, I mutter, “You’re such a dick.”
I pick up my glass of whiskey and throw the last bit to the back of my throat. I don’t want to admit to my brother that Idon’t feel anything except being so fucking turned on I’m pretty sure my cock could punch a hole through this wooden bar.
Rhett and Cooper greet Brayden as he makes his way back through the crowd. His cheeks are flushed, a light sheen of sweat lining his brow, and my wicked mind wonders how sweaty I could get him.
