Page 7 of Resisting Isaac

Yet here we are.

She tosses a wink over her shoulder at Beau as she adjusts her grip on the rope tied to the handles. I think he forgets how to breathe. Or maybe that’s me.

“Still time to back out,” I call to her, leaning against a half wall beside the mat I hope she’ll be sprawled on soon. “Wouldn’t want you bruising that ego when you fall flat on your ass.”

Her grin is breathtaking, literally, when her eyes meet mine like a dare. “You gettin’ nervous about that bet, big talker?”

I smirk back at her. “Not even a little bit.”

I’ve already pictured the many, many positions I plan to have her in before the night is over.

She nods at Beau and he hits the switch. The bull jerks to life and she rolls with it. As in rolls her hips in perfect time to the beat of the country-rock song pulsing through the speakers. Her long, dark hair whips behind her, and her mouth curves into a smile that could start a war.

Beau speeds the bull just enough to cause her firm lush tits to bounce. My cock is already giving her a standing ovation.

She lifts one hand dramatically like a damn rodeo queen then blows me a kiss. I think it’s to me. Some dickheads behind me swoon like teen girls at a boy band concert.

Brett, Beau’s brother, snorts from beside me. “Never seen you look so pissy about a woman blowing you a kiss.”

I hadn’t even noticed him walk over. Because this woman, whoever the hell she is, has every ounce of my focus.

“I’m not pissy.” A little nervous maybe, because I hadn’tplanned for a tie. I’m not sure if that will cancel our deal altogether. Fuck, I hope not.

Six seconds, then seven on the clock.

Beau jerks the controls hard, as hard as he did with me. She holds on with one hand and grinds down in a way that makes my jaw clench. The tightness in my jeans is becoming painfully uncomfortable.

“Come on, throw her,” I hiss-whisper to Beau.

“Trying,” he mutters.

Brett chuckles from beside me.

Another hard turn of the bull and my beauty queen falters, but she catches herself with a laugh that carries across the crowd like smoke.

The buzzer blares and she dismounts and bows. Fucking bows.

The crowd goes wild, cheering and offering to buy her drinks.

Me?

I watch as she approaches me like a smug predator coming in for the kill.

My entire body warms to a dangerous degree as my heart pounds harder in my chest.

Women do not have this effect on me. Ever.

They’re beautiful creatures and when they get naked, I enjoy them. Thoroughly. Fully dressed they don’t typically take my breath away. Whatever entity is responsible for creating this specific woman must’ve done so with my undoing in mind.

“Guess it’s a tie,” she says once she’s within reaching distance.

“You cheated. Pretty sure seducing the operator running the bull is against the rules.”

She tips her head back and laughs. The sound is musical, making me wonder if she’s a professional singer.

“I wasn’t shown a rule book,” she says once she’s sobered. “It’s not my fault you underestimated me.”

She moves to step around me, heading toward her crowd of admirers no doubt. But I grab her wrist gently, just enough to stop her.