Ride ‘em Cowboy!
By Anne Kane
Genres: Contemporary,
romance, MC romance
Fiona
really wasn’t in the market for a lover or a partner or some guy to give her a
sappy sweet happily ever after. Been there, done that, got the scars to prove
it. She just wanted a nice one-night stand. She planned to be long gone come
breakfast time.
When
she saw that gorgeous cowboy ride up on his Harley, she figured it was her
lucky day. Bikers don’t do forever, right? Her perfect match! They could tell
each other a few lies, scratch each other’s itches and then go their separate
ways. The last thing she needed was to hook up with some guy she’d smack
headlong into at church the next day.
Simple,
right? So how did it all go so very wrong?
.
EXCERPT
The crowd over by the mechanical bull let out an extra loud
whoop. She glanced back in that direction and there he was. One hand gripped
the rope that circled the bull’s midsection and the other waved in the air high
above his shoulder. The well-worn cowboy hat jammed firmly on top of his head
was the hottest thing she’d ever seen. She could just imagine him standing in
front of her, buck naked except for that hat.
Naked and ready for action.
He nodded at someone she couldn’t see, and the bull started to
move.
Damn. Ride ’em, cowboy!
The man was born for this. His body moved with a smooth
fluidity that made it look easy. With all the jerking and jumping that metal
monster did, you’d think the rider would jump and jerk just as much, but he
made it look like a dance that he’d mastered so long ago he didn’t even have to
put any effort into it. His body flowed from one move to the next, power and
strength visible in each change.
That sexy cowboy hat stayed on his head too, pulled down low
enough to almost cover his eyes. They were dark, dark and hard. The kind o
f eyes that made one take a step back and
reconsider whether or not it was a good idea to garner his attention.
She worked her way through the crowd to a position in the front
row where she could see him better. And where he could see her. That was the
point, after all. It was all good and well to admire the sexy bull-riding
cowboy from afar but to get what she needed and wanted out of this little
excursion, she needed to be closer to him. A whole lot closer. As in, right up
tight against him, skin to skin, but that would have to wait until after he
finished showing off his prowess on the mechanical bull.
As she moved through the crowd, she realized this wasn’t the
cowboy’s first time at this particular drinking hole. The comments from the
onlookers implied he came here often, possibly on a regular basis. Most
importantly, at least to her, was the fact that he didn’t appear to have a
steady girlfriend. If he did, no one was mentioning it and it seemed she wasn’t
the only one angling to spend the night playing ride the cowboy.
She felt a familiar surge of anticipation. Nothing like a bit
of rivalry to make the prize look even better. Leaning against the railing that
surrounded the arena, she eyed up her competition.
A young blonde girl to her left took her hat off as the
mechanical bull swung the cowboy around to face her. Letting out a loud whoop,
she waved the hat in the air and flashed him with a wide-open shirt. Silly twit
had tits the size of grapes, hardly enticing to a real man.
Fiona’s cowboy dude ignored the blonde, which didn’t surprise
her. She was guessing this guy had been
around the block a time or two and
recognized jailbait when he saw it.
Fiona tossed her head back, letting her mane of dark hair bounce around her shoulders before it settled
in a riotous tangle of curls down her back. The metal bull was coming around
again, and she was pretty sure the guy’s time was just about up. Wasn’t there
an eight-second rule or something attached to these things?
She timed it perfectly, leaning forward to give him a
tantalizing glimpse of her ample bosom just
as he came ’round again. She caught his gaze, letting her mouth form a
surprised “oh” before she grinned saucily to let him know the peep show was
intentional.
He did her one better though. Throwing his leg across the back
of the bucking, bouncing pile of metal he slid to the ground amid a thunderous
outbreak of applause. Not bothering to slow down, he strode over to where she
stood, still leaning on the fencing. Wrapping one muscular arm around her waist
he plucked her over the safety rails and proceeded to devour her mouth like a
starving coyote on a drought-plagued
range.
The man knew how to kiss!
Fire ignited deep in her belly and she wrapped
her arms around his neck, returning his kiss with every ounce of pent-up lust and frustration she’d been
harboring since her last get-laid-quick adventure. No man had ever kissed her
quite like this though -- hard and fast,
with an overwhelming hint of more and better things to come. He held her tight
against his body, and she savored the
feel of his sleekly muscled chest pressing against her. He was as solid as a
rock, with wide shoulders that tapered to his waist. As for below the beltline,
let’s just say she wasn’t left in any doubt about his attraction to her.
She sure hoped he used his mouth as well in the bedroom as he
did in the bar. He bent her back over his arm with practiced ease,
using his tongue to explore the depths of
her mouth. She gave back as good as she got, wordlessly letting him know that
she wanted to get to know him better. Much better.
She could hear the roar of the crowd in the background, like a
muffled noise in the distance. Briefly, she wondered if maybe she was in over
her head this time. The cowboy didn’t strike her as easy to manipulate, even
with great sex. Then his tongue slid along the side of hers and up the inside
of her cheek. At the same time, he moved
one hand to caress the side of her breast.
Oh yeah. This was going to happen.
When they finally came up for air, he stood her upright and
brushed the hair off her face with a surprisingly gentle touch. Leaning in
close, he lowered his voice to a sexy whisper. “Can a cowboy buy a lady a
drink?”
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Anne
Kane lives in the beautiful Okanagan Valley with a bouncy little rescue dog
who’s breed defies description, a cantankerous Himalayan cat, and too many fish
to count. She spent many years trying to fit in and act normal, but finally
gave up the effort. She started writing romance in 2008, and she won a
publishing contract with Red Sage Publishing with her first story. Then just a month later Changeling Press
accepted her first submission to them. Since then she has published more than
thirty stories in a variety of sub-genres, all with a happily ever after.
Her
hobbies, when she’s not playing with the characters in her head, include
kayaking, hiking, swimming, playing guitar, singing and of course, reading.
You
can find Anne around the web at:
Website:
http://www.AnneKane.com
Blog:
http://annekane.wordpress.com
Twitter:
https://www.twitter.com/annekane
Facebook:
http://www.facebook.com/anne.kane.author
Goodreads:
https://www.goodreads.com/Annekane
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