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“I did.”
“Fuck. Thanks, Sal.” I haven’t been in the ring in a while and I’m itching to get back my winner status.
“This show has helped you. And having the right woman on your arm will be a bonus. But . . . ”
“I know. Shane gave me the same speech.”
Sal smiles and walks off. The girls are crowded around the gate, waiting.
“Umm, I wasn’t told about this,” Carlton says as we head to the barn.
“Just tell them this is a competition.”
“Got it.” He starts speaking to the girls and the camera. I need to ask a favor of Ever.
She and Linc are saddling Turbo. Umm . . . both of them start laughing when they see my face.
“No, he’s for me. I’m saddling Stepper for the girls.”
“Oh good. I want to eliminate some but not put them in the hospital.” I wince at that, but Ever just chuckles. Linc steps out to give us a minute to talk, taking the other horse with him.
“I want to ask you a favor. They’re going to be told that to stay in the competition they have to beat your time.”
“So, you want me to do well but not too well?”
I step closer to her, wanting to be near her. “Yeah. I only want five to survive.”
“What if no one beats me?” I like her cocky side.
“Well, then I just pick the ones closest.”
“What you’re saying is that I can go back to being good at what I do?”
I laugh. “Yes. Okay, yes.” She smiles and blushes. “That’s a good color on you.” She tries to look away but I cup her face, staring into those beautiful grey and purple eyes.
“Memphis,” she whispers before I take her mouth with mine. I kiss her deeply, sliding my tongue in when she moans, which goes straight to my cock. He likes her moans. Yeah, I do, too.
“They’re ready,” Brick interrupts us. Ever chuckles when I growl at him.
“Down, boy.” Brick laughs as we head out.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Ever
If kisses could kill. His kisses are like fire and they ignite everything in me. And they leave me wanting more. I want to see it all, especially what I saw that first night.
But I’m not sure if that will happen. He has a lot going on in his life. I know he keeps saying it should have been me, but I don’t know if I believe that.
“Ladies, barrel racing is a rodeo staple. I like to go to the rodeo from time to time, so to see if you can hang, you have to compete.” Memphis gestures to the arena where Linc is setting up the barrels.
“That’s it?” one girl asks.
“No, no, no.” Memphis shakes his head, laughing. “No, you have to beat a championship barrel racer.”
“Shit,” I hear Skye mumble. I’ll take that as a compliment.
“Who?” another girl asks.
