Page 20 of Stirring Up Trouble (Saddle Up #1)

Eighteen

Blaze

By the time Jake was done riding Majesty, we were all too energized to head back to the rodeo's events. For once, I actually gave Leslie full control of everything as we took off our worker hats and enjoyed the festivities with my cousin and his men.

Jake claimed he was rubbing off on us. "This is totally something I would do."

Maddox shook his head. "It is something you have done. It wasn't for a rodeo, but you have skipped out on work more than once. Poor Timothy had to clean up your messes."

Leon laughed as well, adding in, "Yeah, Timothy is a saint. You wouldn't find that level of detail and commitment from anyone else. Not with how flaky you can sometimes be.”

“Flaky? You make it sound bad. Flaky is good. Biscuits are flaky. Bread is flaky. What else is flaky?” Jake turned to Robin.

My boy shrugged and laughed. "I'm not sure. Everything you've mentioned is carb-based, so maybe follow that trail."

Jake huffed out a noise, then twirled in a circle as if that would somehow undo the conversation.

I smiled at them as I tugged Robin closer to my side. Having my family here and being with my boy was wonderful. Everything that happened felt better than if I’d attempted to do it alone.

“What should we do now?” I asked them as we made our way through the crowd that had grown exponentially.

Jake bounced around. “I don't know. Something that can get some energy out. Majesty was so fun, but I don't think I could sit still anymore.”

Leon whistled, drawing our attention. He pointed to a sign, and I smirked.

"Y'all want to go line dancing?" I asked them.

Leon shrugged. "It's been a minute, but my sister made me learn a few back in the day."

Maddox tugged at the waist of his jeans. "Now Cousin, you know I can get down with the best of them," he said, dipping his head my way. The same cowboy hat was slightly askew from Jake having stolen it earlier. In fact, it was barely hanging on.

Jake nodded eagerly, his hands clasped together under his chin. "You have to say yes, Cousin Blaze. This is perfect. Line dancing is a perfect cowboy activity, right? It's totally what you do out in the barns and stuff.”

I tilted my head. "You think we go line dancing in the barn all the time? Is this when we're bailing hay or milking cows or maybe when we're digging posts along the fence line? Could it be when we're trying to fix all the little problems that pop up?"

Jake dropped his hands, his face moving into a frown. "You don't have to be so sarcastic. I don't know what you do on a ranch, but I'm telling you right now line dancing is what we're doing next. Everyone come with me.”

In a blink, he’d grabbed Robin's hand and tugged my boy loose from my hold. Robin threw me a look over his shoulder. It was a mix of panic and excitement. I waved him on as the rest of us followed.

I needed to see this. I wasn't quite sure if my boy was the type to go dancing.

It would be good to know. I could make myself go out to the occasional bar if he wanted to participate more.

Or we could turn on the record player at the house and have our own little party. Whatever he wanted, I'd make do.

When we reached the edge of the dance floor, Jake and Robin stood frozen, their mouths hanging open. The people in front of them were lined up and moving right along to the song playing. It was a faster tune, meaning it all looked much more complicated than it was.

I recognized the sequence and after a second of waiting to see if they'd join in on their own, I pulled Robin away and led him to the floor. His wide eyes met mine, but I faced him so I would go the opposite way as I led him through the steps.

There were several times when his feet got tangled up or he nearly took a tumble. By the time the song ended, he'd caught on enough to blend in well with the others.

As the band finished, Jake howled and clapped. I hadn’t noticed the trio coming to join us until that moment. They were a few lines over. Each had a glow about them. It could have been from working up a sweat. I suspected that was only a part of it. They were enjoying the chance to let loose.

Robin rubbed his throat as if he were thirsty. I didn't need my boy to tell me we should probably stop for a drink, so I motioned to the bar and Maddox nodded to let me know he understood.

One of the bartenders came over once we made it through the crowd.

“Evening, Mr. Anders. What can we get you?”

I smiled at the quick service. People around here knew who I was. While there were those that didn't like it, the young people like this guy here understood enough to respect me. They knew they wouldn’t be working if it weren’t for me running everything.

Sure, another person might fill the void if I hadn’t picked up the pieces. But why gamble a what if with what was guaranteed?

“I just want a beer. What do you want, baby?”

My boy looked at me and then the bartender. “Just water, please.”

The man tapped the bar, then sped off to make our drinks. I pulled Robin close. The sweat from our bodies made it a sticky connection. I wanted to peel his clothes off him and taste that flawless skin of his. I wanted to trail my tongue over all the parts to see how salty he’d taste.

The hunger I had for him was unmatched. If I knew a place we could go right now, I'd have him pressed against a wall and that tight ass squeezing my dick for life in a heartbeat. It wasn't good to treat company that way though. We’d have to wait.

Later, I promised myself. Later, I would have him.

As if he could tell what I was feeling, my boy stared at me with unrestrained lust. He licked his lips. The move broke my restraint just enough that I stole a kiss. It was quick and hungry, just the way I felt about him.

A hand coming down on my shoulder stopped me. It was Maddox. His laughter soothed my frustration at being separated from my boy.

“Easy there, Cousin. No need to give the people a show.”

“A show?” Robin asked him.

Maddox waved his hand around the room. There were several eyes on us. Robin tucked his head into my chest as I scowled at them.

“Damn nosy people,” I muttered.

Maddox snorted as he told the bartender he needed three beers. The guy set down on our drinks, quickly moving to fill the order after seeing how close I was to my cousin, and I coaxed Robin into drinking his water.

“They're nosy but those people are putting money in your pockets. Just be happy they're here.”

“I can accept that they're here spending money for this. That’s business. My personal life is different.”

Leon stepped up beside Maddox and quickly corrected me.

“Your personal life is part of all this.

Just like we had to explain to people that it was an actual relationship all three of us were involved in and no one was cheating, you are going to have people curious as to how THE Blaze Anders is suddenly tied down with someone.

Especially someone who doesn't have a pair of double D's.”

Robin eased his empty cup down on the counter and assessed me.

"You were a boob man?" he asked.

My hand slid down to his ass and squeezed tight. “It was actually asses that did it for me. Sometimes I would find both. People see what they want.”

In the past, I would have said I was lucky enough to find both. But now luck wasn't a thing when I thought about those women. They were great for the time and place I was in. It was all a distant memory now. A blurry one.

All I wanted to think about, all that consumed my thoughts, was my boy in front of me — his body and shape, the way he made me feel, the hunger I couldn’t satiate even when he was around, the way I missed him when he was gone.

Jake took his beer from Maddox, which jostled my shoulder and pulled me from my dirty thoughts. He chugged half of it, then pressed it to my chest. “I'm going to steal Robin while they're playing an easy song. I want us to go learn this one.”

I couldn't argue because Jake's words brought a smile to Robin's face.

“Go have fun, baby,” I said, pushing him towards the other man.

They ran off to the dance floor. I leaned back on the bar. Leon took the half-drunk beer from me as I reached for my own and tilted it back. The three of us were posted up watching our boys get into position.

"This is fucking precious," Leon said.

“Quality entertainment,” Maddox added.

I didn't say a word, but I grunted to let them know I agreed. When the music kicked on and changed, the boys stayed out on the floor. They seemed to work together, like they were two sides of one brain, picking up the moves and correcting each other.

It truly was adorable to watch.

At least it was up until the moment some men moved in close to them. I didn't recognize the guys. They had to be from out of town. My hackles immediately rose.

Maddox pressed a hand to my chest, stopping me. "Don't go on a tear just yet. People get close when they line dance. It's nothing for you to worry about.”

But in the next second, the man standing behind Robin had moved even closer. From our angle it looked as if he was grinding right up against my boy.

Maddox's hand dropped away as if he were burned, and he muttered, "Oh shit." Leon sat both beers on the counter and was stalking right beside me as I made my way to break up this fucking homewrecker’s plan.

Robin had frozen in a panic, and I could see he didn't know what to do. I doubt he had been hit on by other men in this way. He’d probably always been the pursuer, never the one having to say no.

"Don't be shy, sugar. Show me those sexy moves," the man slurred as he tried to wrap an arm around my boy.

My hand went to the back of the guy's neck and yanked him away. He stumbled, nearly falling on his ass.

The minute he was free, I pulled Robin to me.

"What the fuck?" the guy yelled.

His friend saw the exchange, then rightfully took a step back and held his hands up. He appeared to be slightly less drunk than his buddy. He also didn’t appear to want any trouble.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" drunk guy said.

"I'm the man running this damn rodeo. That's who I am. Blaze motherfucking Anders. And this man right here is mine, so you can back the fuck up or I can ban you. Which would you like?"

Drunk guy squinted at us, then shook his head. "Not worth it," he said as he threw his hand out as if to wave us away.

While it might not have been a direct jab at my boy, it was enough to send me over the edge. Turning him around with a hand on his bicep, I let out three sharp whistles. The band immediately stopped playing.

The drunk guy looked around at everyone. We had a full audience for what was about to happen. My security detail — men who were dressed in plain clothes — pushed through the crowd.

"Yes, Mr. Anders," they said.

I shook the guy and said, "This motherfucker needs to be gone. I want him banned from my rodeo, then you need to pass his name around to others. He's a predator and he harasses people.”

The guy's face went pale. "Hey man, it's nothing like that. I just came here to compete."

I scoffed. “And make sure he can't compete anymore. How about that? You want to know who the fuck I am? That's who I am. You just fucked up your career.”

The Anders name still carried enough weight to do as I promised. People would trust me to tell them when someone was too messed up to be involved in the rodeo circuit.

His friend melted back into the crowd, obviously thinking he was getting away. But Leon had noticed and stopped him with a hand to his back. I pulled one of the security guys over and said, "That one too. It's his buddy."

Within seconds, they were escorted out. I had no doubt the men NightShade Security provided would make sure no one else would be bothered in such a way. They were professionals that way.

It could have seemed like an overreaction to others. My thoughts were different. If they were willing to do this to one person, (that person being my boy who had been thoroughly claimed and paraded around by my side) then they had no problem doing it to someone else.

Robin leaned over, his mouth at my ear as he whispered, "Take me somewhere private, Daddy. I need you."

I looked at Maddox and whatever was on my face must have told him what was going on. Fuck being a good host.

"We'll be back," I said.

He smirked, then ushered Jake and Leon back to the bar to get fresh drinks. Tugging my boy through the mass of people was difficult, especially with my dick as hard as it was.

It was practically leading the way for us.

While my office would have been the best place to go, I knew we wouldn’t get there soon enough. As I reached the room that I knew was used for storage, I pulled out one of the keys I had, unlocked it, pushed us inside and closed it behind us.

Robin went to work quickly unbuttoning his pants.

I did the same.

Then he spun, bending over with urgency to present his ass. I groaned at the sight of him all submissive and needy for me.

I pulled out the lube I had stuffed in my pocket. I ripped the packet and coated myself. Then I was pressing against him.

He was tight. Fuck. He was really fucking tight.

The resistance probably stung a bit. I didn’t think stopping to prep him was going to be enough. My boy wanted me, and he wanted me now.

When I filled him to the max, his back arched and he cried out, "Daddy!"

The noise spurred me on, making me tilt my hips back as I fucked him relentlessly.

All the frustration I had about the other man laying hands on him and thinking he could have my boy came out in the brutal way I took control.

I had to wrap my arms around him because he was shaking so bad from my thrusts.

Even still, he was crying out for more and please and yes, Daddy and harder . Of course I delivered everything he wanted. I wanted to give him all of me. It was only fair since he’d given me all of himself.

When he came minutes later, it was with a scream. I had no doubt the people outside of the room heard it. Some might have even been alarmed. When we walked out, my boy would likely be embarrassed, but I couldn’t give a fuck.

He felt too good.

His ass was a vise around my dick. Sex had never felt like this. It was so fucking good, I was coming right on the end of his release.

“That's it baby. You take this dick so well,” I praised him as I lapped kisses against his neck, sucking and biting, leaving more marks but in a visible place this time.

There would be no question he was taken. No question that he was mine.

When I finally stopped my movement, he sagged. I leaned us back against a wall since my own legs felt a bit like Jell-O.

“Daddy,” he whimpered as he rolled his head back on my shoulder. He was sweatier than before and his blissed-out expression made me grin.

“Yeah, baby,” I rubbed my hand across his stomach.

“I like when you're jealous, but I don't want any other man to touch me again.”

I pressed a kiss to his cheek. “They won't, baby. I can promise you that.”