46 - Elijah
46
Elijah
What.
The.
Fuck .
Never in a million, billion years did I expect my first threesome to be like that. It was tough for just two people to find a good sexual rhythm. It took time, and practice. Throw in a third person, and I’d expected things to be… well, kind of awkward. I thought there’d be too many arms and legs in the way, with nobody really sure what to do or where to put them.
But Johnny and I were like a goddamn team as we took turns fucking Sophie, passing her between us with the coordination of two men who had done this before. Everything felt natural and intuitive. It didn’t feel like the first time.
I guess that’s a credit to Sophie, I thought as we lay together in bed. She’s brought out the best in us .
I’d been giving the threesome a lot of thought lately. Mentally preparing myself like it was a rodeo event. I’d been afraid that having another man in bed would put a damper on my sex drive. But that was, without a doubt, the hottest sex I’d ever had in my life.
“Well, that turned my mood around,” Johnny said.
“Amen, brother,” I agreed. “I don’t even care about the rodeo anymore. Sophie’s the only thing I want to ride.” I slid my hand along her thigh and gave it a little squeeze.
“Glad you didn’t go to work tonight,” Johnny said.
Sophie stretched, letting out the cutest little squeak as she arched her back. God damn, the way that caused her breasts to perk up made my cock stir like I was ready for round two.
“So you enjoyed it?” she asked.
“If we’re scoring it like a rodeo event, I’d give it a perfect hundred,” Johnny said. “Fifty points for style, and fifty for the enthusiasm of the animal.”
“I don’t even care that you’re comparing me to a bull.” Sophie gave him a peck on the lips. “I’m just glad it was good for both of you.”
“Exceeded all my expectations,” I admitted. “I only have one request. Next time, I get to come in your ass.”
She rolled over to face me. “So there’s going to be a next time?”
I ran my palm over her hip and dug my fingers into her ass cheek. “There fucking better be.”
Sophie crushed her lips against mine, tongue wetly forcing its way inside. My cock continued stirring, coming back to life, ready for another round even though I felt absolutely drained .
But then she ended the kiss and lay back in bed. “Shall we get ready for bed? Is it too much to ask for a night of cuddling between you two?”
Johnny let out a groan, but it was different from the ones we’d been making for the past half hour. “There’s nothing I would rather do than fall asleep with you in my arms.”
“Why does it feel like there’s a but coming?”
“There’s a butt all right,” I said, squeezing her ass cheek harder. “And it definitely came.”
“But,” Johnny said, sounding like he was in agony, “the Bull Riding event is tomorrow. I need a full night’s sleep.”
“Damn you to hell, Johnny,” I said.
He looked at me questioningly across Sophie’s nude body.
“For reminding me about the rodeo,” I said. “I was enjoyin’ being distracted .”
“Truth hurts,” Johnny said.
The worst part was that he was right. I couldn’t sacrifice a night of sleep, no matter how amazing this felt.
Because I knew one thing for sure: if I stayed, we would not get much sleep tonight.
Sophie pouted in the most adorable way, but she said she understood. Saying goodbye was hard, but after sharing a few more kisses we tore ourselves away from the amazing woman we had shared tonight.
“Good luck tomorrow,” she said while watching us go. “I’ll be rooting for you, no matter what you decide to do.”
We took the elevator down to the parking garage in silence, then climbed into Johnny’s truck. We shared a satisfied silence on the drive, passing through downtown Fort Worth on the way back to the rodeo camp.
“That was… good,” Johnny said, finally breaking the silence. “ Really good.”
“Hell yeah, it was,” I agreed.
Another silence stretched. Johnny glanced over at me every few seconds.
“What?” I asked.
“You promised not to make eye contact,” he said.
“You’re worried about that? It was an accident. I wasn’t trying to make eye contact with you.”
“Just giving you feedback. For next time.”
“While we’re on the subject, keep your balls to yourself.”
Johnny flinched. “Huh?”
“At the beginning. When she was on top of me, and you started takin’ her from behind. Your balls brushed against my knee.” I stared daggers at him in the truck cab.
“I assure you that was not intentional. It was an accident.”
“Just giving you feedback,” I replied, mocking what he’d said to me. “For next time.”
We stopped at a light. Johnny shifted in his seat. I cleared my throat.
Then we both started laughing at the same time.
“She’s something special,” Johnny said. “Almost makes me want to move here.”
I started laughing again, until I realized he was serious.
“You’d uproot yourself?” I asked. “I thought you liked working at Horseshoe Ranch.”
“I like her more,” Johnny said with a certainty in his voice that shocked me. “For a woman like Sophie? I’d do a lot of things I never thought I’d consider.” He glanced over at me. “Wouldn’t you?”
I didn’t answer him. If I was being honest, I hadn’t given much thought to it at all. We were only in town for the Fort Worth Rodeo. After this we had the Houston Rodeo… and then I was heading to Colorado. Back to the routine job I had at the ranch where I called home. This relationship had always had an expiration date, just like all the rodeo affairs I’d had over the years.
But now that Johnny had put the thought in my head? That we could have something more permanent with Sophie?
Shit. I didn’t know what to think.
*
I slept like shit, a combination of nerves about the final rodeo event and thoughts of Sophie running through my head. So much for getting a good night’s sleep. If I’d known I would wake up groggy and sore, I would’ve spent the night at Sophie’s place.
I shook my head while brushing my teeth. I couldn’t allow her to distract me today. I’d have plenty of time to think about her after today’s event.
My routine helped me relax today, but everything held a heightened sense of importance. The breakfast tacos I bought down the street. Getting dressed for the rodeo in my best clothes. Combing my hair, and adjusting my cowboy hat.
Hopefully it wasn’t all for nothing.
Johnny and I had been driving separately to the rodeo most of the time, so we did the same today in order to keep a sense of normalcy. He arrived first, and was waiting by the animal stalls when I walked into the employee entrance underneath the arena.
“Did you see the new riding order?” he immediately asked.
“No…” I took a few steps toward the television mounted on the wall and scanned the list of names and predicted start times. “We’re still at the end. I don’t see…”
I trailed off when I saw Chris Appleton’s name.
“They moved him up,” Johnny said. “He’s now riding right before us. And he was the only rider whose start time was changed.”
I groaned. Salmon had pulled some strings to put Appleton ahead of us… so we would know how he’d done when it was our turn.
So we could intentionally score below him.
“You thought about what you’re gonna do?” I asked.
Johnny sat on the bench and shook his head. “Spent all night thinking about it. Still no closer to figuring out the best course.”
“Same.”
A deep sense of helplessness fell over me as I stared at the riding order on the screen. The odds were stacked against us. Bull Riding was a score-based event with two judges, just like Saddle Bronc Riding. Even if we didn’t intentionally lose, the judges could screw us over to give Appleton the victory.
What was the point of fighting, when we could cash Salmon’s check and at least walk away with something?
“I think…” I said, swallowing the bile in the back of my throat. “Maybe we should let him win.”
Johnny hung his head. “Beginning to think the same thing. As much as I hate to admit it.”
“Whatever happens,” I said, “I’m glad I’m not dealing with all this bullshit by myself. Grateful to have you as a frenemy.”
I extended a hand to him, but he didn’t shake it. He stared at my palm for a few seconds, stood up, and then embraced me in a hug.
“Not a frenemy,” he said. “A friend.”
I clapped him on the back. “Shit, Johnny. You’re gonna make a cowboy cry.”
“Don’t make it weird,” Johnny said.
I pulled away. “So we can double-team a pretty lady and it’s fine, but cryin’ on your shoulder makes it weird?”
The two of us laughed, then went into our stalls to prepare.
Other participants came and went. The arena above us slowly filled with fans, their footsteps echoing down into the cavernous corridors underneath where we waited. Sometimes they roared, sometimes they sighed with disappointment. I tried not to glance at the scoreboard on the television, but eventually I caved and looked. The scores were fine, but not great . This event was very winnable. I allowed myself to feel a little bit of hope.
Then Appleton had his ride, and all my hope disappeared.