Page 61 of Silent Count
Chelsea leans toward me and tugs my shirt. “I’m not sure I can do this. She’s really good, and I think I’ll embarrass myself.” She does look a little nervous.
“You don’t have to do it if you’re scared.” I wrap my arms around her and turn her to face me. “Give your ticket to someone else in line or something. And if you’re looking for something to ride, I’ll gladly give you plenty of time to do that at home.” I kiss her.
She kisses me back but pushes me away. “That was cheesy, Bo.” But she laughs. “No, I’m gonna do it. She’s just really good. I’ll let Brooke and Noelle go before me.” She turns in my arms so her back is to my chest, leaning into me.
The girl on the bull finishes her ride, and they call the next number.
“Oh, that’s me!” Noelle claps. She ducks under the rope and walks across the mat to the bull. She grabs it by the horn, slips her foot in the bootstrap, and pushes up and over the top of it.
“That’s my girl!” Casey yells, then whistles loudly. Right next to my ear.
The girls cheer for her, too, and Noelle looks over at us, wide smile on her face. The guy running it walks over to her and seems to give her some instruction because she raises her arm in the air, just like the other girl did. Then he walks back over to the controls and looks at Noelle, who’s watching him. He gives her a thumbs-up, and she nods.
The bull starts out slow, but gets faster, and she can’t hold on and falls off within a few minutes. Casey whistles and cheers for her anyway and ducks under the rope as she gets closer and lifts her in his arms and kisses her.
Brooke’s number is called next, and when she gets on the bull, she waves the guy off and gives him a nod. I look over atCharlie, who has her phone out, filming it with a shit-eating grin on her face. Then I look at Silas, and his mouth is open, but his hand is covering most of it, eyes wide.
“Let’s go, Brooke!” Charlie holds her hands on either side of her mouth to yell.
Noelle and Chelsea cheer for her too.
I nudge Casey with my elbow and nod to Silas. “You see this?”
He turns his head and looks, then leans back into me. “Yeah, I’m not sure what Beck would think of it.” He winces. “She’s been coming around the house a lot. I don’t think he’s done anything about it though.”
“Well, he might after tonight,” I say quietly between the two of us.
Casey shakes his head. “Man, I don’t even want to know. Brooke is like a little sister to me.”
“Well, your little sister is rocking that bull right now,” Chelsea says, looking over her shoulder at us.
The bull slows after a few minutes, Brooke completely killing it. As she dismounts and walks toward us, I hear Charlie tell Silas to wipe the drool off his face.
Chelsea’s number is called, and I lean down to her ear. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
She nods. “No, I want to try it. I’m good.” When she crouches down to get through the rope, she looks back at me and winks. “I got this.”
“Yeah, you do, Lucky!” I clap for her, and the others join in too.
Chelsea is short, but she’s strong. With little effort, she gets herself on top of the bull and wiggles in the seat to get comfortable. I can’t lie and say it’s not affecting me, seeing her up there, straddling that machine.
She looks fucking hot, sitting up there like she’s done this a million times. Her cowboy hat sits low on her forehead, and when she lifts her arm, her shirt pulls tighter, outlining her breasts.
Goddamn, this girl is perfect.
She waves at the guy and nods, signaling that she’s ready.
Like the others, it starts off slow, but I watch a little more closely this time. The way her hips roll with the movement of the machine. The way her tits strain against her shirt. The way she smiles like she’s having the time of her life. The way she looks … free. She finds the perfect rhythm, and I can see her start laughing. She’s loving this.
She stays on the whole time, like Brooke did, but when she hops down, she tosses her hat in the air and laughs. Her hat lands close to our group, so she grabs it on her way toward us. I duck under the rope and open my arms to her, and she runs and jumps into me.
“Oh my God, Bo. That was so much fun!” She giggles and tucks her face into my neck and kisses me there.
“You looked like a natural up there, baby.” I smack her ass. “Who knew I was dating a bona fide cowgirl?!”
She lifts her head and looks at me, laughing. “I’d hardly call myself a cowgirl, but that was super fun.” She wiggles in my arms. “Not gonna lie though; my ass is a little sore.”
“You’re gonna have to stop wiggling. I’m already trying to keep my hard-on under wraps. That was so fucking hot.” I pull her into me a little tighter, rubbing her against my dick. “Can we leave now?”
