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The guy counts down again, and then it starts moving. With one arm in the air, she maintains her stance, squeezing her thighs and holding the horn with a firm grip.

Her body moves naturally with the bull’s as it gets faster. Ocean-blue eyes find mine for a split second before it whips around again. Golden blond locks fly around her shoulders, and as soon as the buzzer goes off, we all cheer.

“You killed it!” Magnolia jumps up and down when Noah returns, and they wrap their arms around each other.

Noah flips her hair over her shoulder. “That’s what y’all get for doubtin’ me.” She glances in my direction. “Your turn, cowboy.”

“Yeah, Fisher! Fisher, Fisher, Fisher!” As they shout my name, it grabs the attention of the rest of the bar, and soon a hundred-plus people are chanting it.

Fuck me.I’m confident I can do this, but I haven’t done it in years.

I hold up my palms. “Fine. Fine.”

“Wait. You’re apro, which means ya gotta do it with no hands!” Wilder announces.

“Yes!” Tripp agrees.

“Guys, that’s not fair.” Noah waves them off.

“It’s totally fair! He’s done this like a million times,” Landen adds.

“Dude, I thought we were friends?” I quip, and they laugh.

“You goin’ in or what?” the guy asks.

I suck in a breath and nod.

Giving in to the peer pressure, I walk inside and climb up. Situating myself where I can use my legs as leverage to stay in position, I ground my pelvis and then raise both arms.

The boys roar loudly, hooting and hollering even before the guy counts down.

And then it starts.

ChapterFifteen

Noah

Fisher’s focus is intense as I watch with bated breath. I can’t move as the bull whirls him around, and he hangs on with just his thighs.

Thighs I want to climb on and ride like my own personal cowboy.

I don’t know how he’s doing it, but I’m impressed as hell.

My voice gets caught in my throat as my brothers shout and cheer him on. I focus on each movement as if it’s happening in slow motion. His muscles flex with each second that passes, and for a moment, the chaos around me fades away, and it’s just us.

As soon as the buzzer blasts, everyone jumps and hollers, knocking me out of my trance.

Finally, I scream and celebrate with them.

My brothers continue chanting his name as he climbs off and walks out. I smile wide at him, and he winks.

“Dude, that was awesome!” Tripp yells, smacking his shoulder.

The rest of my annoying brothers crowd him, but Fisher keeps his gaze on mine over their heads. I suck in my lower lip, wishing I could smash my mouth to his.

When they finally give him room to breathe and Waylon goes to take his turn, Fisher stands behind me.

“Want another drink?” he murmurs in my ear. His warm breath sends an electric current through my body, and I lean back to get closer.