Page 9 of Texas Kissing

Well, fine. This was a good thing. I was about to leave anyway. Right?

“Bull was going to give me a few tips,” she drawled, snaking her hand across his chest and sliding it under his pec. “Weren’t you?”

Bull was still staring at me, ignoring her. But the feel of those expert, delicate hands caressing his chest was definitely having an effect. I saw him shift slightly.His cock is probably getting hard.And then suddenly I was thinking of his cock again.

What if that bulge wasn’t padded?

The girl looked at me, arching a perfect eyebrow as if to say, “Well?”

She’s welcome to him. She can ride that thing and whoop and giggle and then he can rut her like an animal and they’ll both love it.That’s what my brain was thinking. But my stomach had tightened right up as if—

As if I didn’t want some other girl to have him.

I shook my head as if to clear it.That’s nuts.I opened my mouth to speak—

And found myself looking into Bull’s clear blue eyes again. He was willing me,willing meto tell herno.

But I knew the rules. No boyfriends. No connections. No one my uncle could use to hurt me.

“The Bull’s all yours,” I told her.

She grinned a toothy smile of victory and grabbedBull by the hand, dragging him off to the mechanical bull.There.I’d totally solved that problem.

She climbed up onto the bull. Like me, she was wearing jeans, but in her case the denim was so tight it looked as though someone had spray-painted her legs blue and then glued on a couple of rivets. Her friends—the crowd of girls I’d run into before—came over to watch, crowding me out.

The girl said “Five,” to a gum-chewing cowboy behind a control panel and the thing started up—slowly, at first. As I’d predicted, there was whooping. And twisting. And arching her back and—goddamnit, she was just showing off for him, thrusting out her boobs. Then she took off the hat and waved it in the air just to demonstrate that she only needed one hand to hang on.

Bull stood off to one side. “Follow it with your hips,” he told her. “You gotta know where it’s going to go next.” He glanced over at me. “Don’t let it get away from you.”

The girl was really putting on a show, lifting her ass off the saddle and grinding it in mid air. Sometimes, she’d glance at me. Sometimes, she’d check that Bull was still watching her and, if he’d looked towards me, she’d give an extra-loud whoop.

I leaned against the bar. I didn’t want to give the girls the satisfaction of walking out, so I had to wait until the ride was over. I started fooling with the stuff on the bar—napkins, toothpicks, coasters—to make it look as if I was distracted and didn’t care at all. I wanted everyone to be completely clear that the girl with the ash-blonde hair could take Bull by the hand and lead him out to the parking lot or to a motel or wherever the hell they wanted and ridehimjust likeshe was riding that bull, for all I cared.

I mean, he was just a cocky, arrogant idiot and I’d only had a drink with him because he saved my life, so why would it bother me anyway? Right? Right.

The bull came to a stop and the girl swung her leg over the beast and slid down, letting the momentum carry her right into Bull. She threw her arms out and opened her legs so that he had no choice but to catch her. Then she wrapped her limbs around him, grinding her groin against him. As he turned around, she gave me a victorious grin over his shoulder.

And suddenly, I was walking towards the bull.

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Bull

Kirsten—or Kristen, or was it Krystal? It definitely started with a K—squirmed her pussy against me. But my gaze was fixed on Lily as she strode towards the bull.What is she...she’s not going to—

She pushed through the crowd and stepped right up to the bull. At the last minute, she seemed to realize she had a napkin in her hand and shoved it into her pocket. “I’ll give it a try,” she said, looking me right in the eye.

I swallowed. My mouth had suddenly gone dry. “You sure?” I didn’t want to see her get hurt.

She didn’t answer, just jumped up onto the bull. Or tried to. It’s higher than it looks and the soft, squishy safety mats on the floor don’t help. A few of the girls tittered as she tried to hook her leg over. I turned and glared at them and they went instantly silent.

Lily got herself in position and sat up in the saddle. Her face had gone pale—it probably looked a long way down, now she was up there.

“What number do you want?” asked Pete, whose job it was to run the thing.

I saw Lily look at the girl in my arms. I’d completely forgotten I was still holding her. I opened my arms and Kirsten or Kristen or whoever the hell she was slithered down and stepped back, glowering. “Five,” said Lily.

I stepped forward, gently nudging Kirsten out of the way. “Three,” I corrected.