Page 6 of Resisting Isaac

“That’s Hank. I have reins in my truck. Whoever stays on Hank the longest, gets to be in charge of the reins. All night.”

Her eyes go wide. “You think you can last all night? Seems presumptuous.”

I grin at her. “Only one way to find out.” I turn to the sign in sheet. “I signed us up already even though I didn’t know if you were coming. Guess I’m presumptuous.”

Her face angles toward mine, our lips almost touching. With a smirk she says, “That’s the deal, right? I show you up on this bull then get to tie you up and have my way with you until I’m coming?”

My knees go weak.

“Close,” I tease with a wink, taking another long drink of my beer. “But I’ve never been bucked off this bull. And you’re about to be.”

“We’ll see.”

I jerk my chin toward the bar. “Want a drink?”

“I’m good,” she says, then proceeds to take the beer bottle I’m holding and lift it to her lips. I watch the smooth length of her throat as she swallows. I have to adjust myself in my jeans.

“Okay then.” My beer is hers now. I’d probably give her a kidney if she wanted it, so I don’t bother pretending to be put out that she stole my drink.

When we reach Beau, she steps back and crosses her arms over her ample cleavage. “You first. Show me those riding skills of yours.”

With a grin, I tip my hat at her. “Sure thing, darlin’.”

Heat flares in her eyes. I expect her to give me some shit for laying on the charm, but it turns her on.

Hell yeah, it does.

I lean down and tell Beau to give the folks a good show.

For the next eight seconds, Beau, who’s probably working out some of his aggression toward me about Carly Rae, tries his damnedest to buck me off the bull.

He doesn’t though, and I’m grinning like a fool when I reach my competition.

“You’re turn, prin?—”

“You’ve really got to come up with a more fitting nickname, cowboy,” she interrupts. “I’m the furthest thing from a princess you’ll ever meet.”

With that, she shoves my beer bottle at my chest, and I take it.

“Hold my beer, sweetheart,” she says as she sashays toward Beau. When she turns and smiles at him with the force of the fucking sun, I’m the one overcome with jealousy. “Give it to me good and hard,” she says seductively. “I like it rough.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he says, looking half in love with her already.

I might pass out. Or punch Beau in the mouth just because.

Every drop of blood in my body has relocated to my dick.

Who is this woman and where did she come from?

I polish off the last swallow of beer in the bottle and set it on a nearby empty table, then move closer to Beau. “Let her play a little, then buck her off,” I tell him. “I have a bet to win.”

He nods as my mystery woman settles on the bull. Half the bar stops to watch.

An oddly unfamiliar prickling sensation unfurls from my chest. I don’t have a possessive bone in my body, but these fuckers ogling this woman is making me agitated.

Clearly, I’ve been hanging out with Wyatt too much.

If someone had told me I’d be getting turned on watching a woman in skin-tight jeans straddle a mechanical bull like she was born to do it, I’d have laughed them straight out ofthis bar. I’ve seen women ride that thing half naked in G-string bikinis and it didn’t even faze me.