Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
mikey
Ihuffed out a breath as I set down the barbell and checked my watch. It was a little after six thirty, which meant I needed to wrap up my workout soon. Luckily deadlifts were near the end of my leg day routine anyway, so I wouldn’t have to skip anything.
I trained in the gym several times a week, focusing heavily on balance and core strength, and bolstered strength training with actual practice bulls up at the community college.
Sometimes the guys would train with me, but most of the time they were off doing their own thing.
It was nice, though, being able to focus on bull riding and really hone in on bettering myself.
We had plans to go out to Rudy’s tonight, so the goal was to run home, take a quick shower, and maybe eat something before heading over to the Carson Ranch.
I finished my last set then gathered my belongings. On my way out of the gym, I stopped at the counter to grab a protein shake.
“Good to see you, man,” the guy working at the desk greeted me.
“Hey, thanks.” I, admittedly, couldn’t remember his name, and he didn’t have a nametag on. I didn’t want him to feel bad, so I played it off. The TV behind the counter had an old rodeo playing, and he looked up at it.
“Looks like there’s going to be some tough competition again this year.”
I let out a grunt. “Mm-hmm.” I didn’t like talking much about my rodeo career. People always had something to say.
“Well, here’s your shake, brother. Hope you have a good one. Good luck out there.”
I took the drink, thanking him. I wanted to get out of here and be home as soon as possible. I was ready for a night of fun.
The minute we stepped through the doors of Rudy’s bar, I headed to the counter where our favorite bartender, Liv, was working.
A new girl—another blonde—was working, too, but she was helping one of the regulars.
I swore I’d seen her before but couldn’t place where.
Then again, faces kind of blurred together for me between fans, the press, and women.
“How’s your evening going, Livvy?” I jokingly laid it on thick.
Jake elbowed me in the ribs, and I elbowed him right back as Hayden apologized for me, something he didn’t need to do. Liv knew I was just messing with her. Besides, not only was she a local, she went to school at the community college here.
I got involved with a college student over in Goldfinch once—granted she was twenty-one and in her last year—and liked to think I learned my lesson from that one. She was a bit too clingy for me, so I broke it off fast.
I didn’t miss the way Liv’s cheeks flushed when Hayden talked to her. I gave him a subtle grin, which he immediately brushed off.
“Can I get you guys anything else?”
“Nah, thanks, Olivia.” Colter scooped up his shot glass, nodding toward the pool table in the back. “Let’s get a move on, shall we, boys? Jake and Hayden against me and Reid?”
The guys nodded and started walking away from the bar. The new girl scooted over to Liv, but I didn’t get a chance to speak to her before I realized the guys were going to leave me out of the game.
“Hey! What about me?” I protested as I took a few large strides to catch up to the boys.
Jake wrinkled his nose. “No offense, man, but you kinda suck at pool.”
I huffed. “I do not.”
“Remember that time you immediately hit in the eight ball?” Reid just had to remind me of the one time I hit the eight ball in and lost the game on default.
“He has a point.” Hayden shrugged. He had filled in for Colter right before Eight-Ball-Gate.
“It was one time,” I groaned. “But fine. I’ll sit this one out.”
They all looked satisfied, and I leaned against the wall as Jake racked the balls.
“Good Time” by Alan Jackson blared from the speakers overhead, and I scanned the room in hopes of finding someone good enough to play my fake girlfriend for a few weeks.
Looks were always a factor, but this time I knew I had to find someone with a good personality.
Someone who could keep up with me and not only take jokes but dish them out, too.
A firecracker like Ellison, although maybe not as ruthless… to me at least.
A group in the corner caught my eye for a brief moment, but I recognized one of them, so that was an immediate no.
A redheaded woman sitting at the bar had a nice smile, and I’d never seen her before.
However, was a tourist passing through the right option for this?
The question was enough for me to hesitate.
Good thing, because shortly after, a big burly man sat next to her, placing his hand on the back of her stool.
Finally, a brunette in bootcut jeans and a flannel walked through the front doors.
I’d seen her around town a couple times, but I didn’t think she was enrolled at the community college.
May have been a vet tech or something. I was pretty sure I’d seen her helping out behind the chutes at the Bucking Horse Sale. Fine enough for me.
I rolled my shoulders back a couple times before I started toward the woman—whom I’d made eye contact with now.
But before I could reach her, a flash of blonde hair and piercing blue eyes stopped me in my tracks.
The new girl. The bartender.
“You’re Mikey Tucker, right?” she asked. She wasn’t much shorter than me, and I was able to look her straight in the face, meeting her eyes.
I nodded, my eyebrow quirking up.
“Perfect,” she muttered before smashing her lips against mine.
My eyes widened before I leaned into the kiss, closing my eyes and placing my hands on her jaw. She wrapped her arms around me, running one hand through my hair and resting the other on my back.
When she opened her mouth, I slid my tongue past her lips, swiping it against hers. She tasted like peaches, a delicate sweetness with a hint of something tart.
“Let’s get out of here,” she murmured against my mouth as she ran one hand down the front of my chest.
I pulled away, eyes snapping open. “Wait, but aren’t you the new bartender? Don’t you have to work?” I glanced toward the bar where Liv and the other bartender, Nico, were standing behind the counter watching us.
“They’ve got it covered. Come on, Casanova, you really gonna turn me down?” Her lips curved up in a sinful smirk, and blood rushed to my crotch.
I raked my eyes up and down her body, surveying her. Her hair fell just below the swell of her breasts. Her figure, although slim, sported generous curves—hips I wanted to squeeze while pounding into her from behind.
Fuck.
I was supposed to be finding a girl to date, not a one-night stand. But she practically threw herself into my arms. Maybe she’d be up for it. I was willing to find out.
“Come on.” I took her hand, pulling her out of the bar to my pickup. The guys would figure it out soon enough when they noticed I wasn’t there. They wouldn’t need to come looking for me.
The chill of the night air did nothing to cool me down as I pressed the girl against the passenger door of my pickup and our tongues tangled together.
My dick swelled in my pants, and I ground my hips against her front, craving the friction.
Someone whistled as they passed, and I flipped them the bird.
“Maybe we should…” She turned her head toward the people passing.
As I lightly grasped her chin, pulling it back toward me, my voice rumbled in my throat. “Ignore them.”
Her pupils dilated at the sound of my voice, and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.
Before I could move my lips toward hers again, she reached down, cupping the front of my jeans over the visible outline of my hard-on.
A sharp breath escaped her lips, and she flicked her eyes down then back up to me.
“Like what you see, Peach?” I teased, flashing her a cocky grin.
“Still deciding,” she fired back.
“Well, then, let’s not waste any more time. I’d hate to disappoint.” I grinned as I pulled her away from the door, opening it for her. She climbed in, and I shut it, jogging around the front to the driver’s side.
I broke about all of the traffic laws in the book on the way home, blowing through stop signs and going ten over the speed limit.
You could say I was a bit eager. I didn’t know what it was about blondie, but she didn’t seem like the other girls I’d hooked up with.
She may have approached me, but I had a feeling she wasn’t going to try to hang around.
I peeled into the trailer court, parking in my “driveway,” and cut the engine, mentally kicking myself for not tidying up the place a little bit.
Whatever, she probably wouldn’t care. It was obvious to me she just wanted to get fucked, and that was fine.
I could do that. It was the conversation after that I was worried about.
She stepped out of the pickup, and I fumbled with the door handle, finally getting it open.
Before she could say anything about the state of my trailer, I kissed her, grabbing her waist and backing her into the bedroom.
Once the backs of her thighs hit the bed, I lifted her up, gently tossing her onto the comforter.
I pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it to the side then crawling over top of her.
My lips made their way from her mouth to her jaw to her neck. When I kissed up her neck to the spot just below her ear, she drew in a quick breath, the air quivering as she exhaled. I nipped at her earlobe, and a moan escaped her lips.
One of my hands grasped her wrists, holding her arms over her head on the pillows as the other trailed down her body to the waistline of her jeans.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked, wanting to have her full consent before going any further. I may have enjoyed having sex with different partners, but I wasn’t an asshole.
“Yes. I want this,” she panted, her voice laced with lust.
“If you want to stop at any point, just say the word and we’ll stop, okay, Peach?”
She nodded, but when I raised my eyebrows, she verbalized an okay. I undid the button and zipper of her jeans with my free hand, sliding my fingers inside until they reached the apex of her thighs. Her silk panties were slick with her arousal, and I groaned at the feel of them.
“What do you want me to do to you?” I began rubbing circles on the fabric over her center. Her hips bucked, and her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. “Tell me what you want…” I hesitated. I didn’t even know her name, yet I was about to fuck her with my fingers. Good lord, Mikey.
“Juniper.” As if she read my mind, she said her name. “I want your fingers. I want you to make me come with your fingers.”
Juniper.
Before I could disappear into my head wondering where I’d heard that name before, I snapped back to the moment.
Releasing her wrists from my grip and sitting up, I used both hands to pull her jeans and underwear down, tossing them to the floor in a heap.
Nudging her thighs apart with my knees, I dragged a knuckle down her center, letting her wetness coat my finger before slowly pushing it inside her.
“More. I need more,” Juniper whined, lowering her hand down to her clit.
“Uh-uh.” I smirked, removing the one finger I had inside her. Once again, I took her hands in mine, pressing them above her head. “I’ll make you come, Juniper, but I’m going to take my time. Watch you squirm and beg for it.”
Most women protested when I took my time, slowly building them up to an orgasm before taking it away only to start again.
But they always came back for more. I was good at sex.
I knew how to please a woman, and tonight was going to be no different.
There was a chance this would only be one night, so I was going to make the most of it.
Juniper didn’t say a word. She didn’t complain or beg. “Go on, then. Just know that I plan to do the same to you.”
My cock twitched at that. I liked the sound of her doing to me exactly what I was about to do to her. Unbuttoning my jeans, I let my cock spring free from my boxers. Juniper’s eyes flicked down, but her expression stayed the same.
I plunged two fingers inside her, pumping them in and out.
Her back arched off the bed, and her head lolled back.
My thumb circled her clit, and her pussy clenched around my fingers.
Removing my fingers again, I brought them to my cock, stroking my length to coat it with her arousal.
I moaned as I imagined her pussy wrapping around me.
When I looked at Juniper, her pupils were blown out and she was biting her lip, clearly enjoying watching.
I let her hands drop to the pillow and stripped my pants off my legs, leaving nothing to the imagination. “Take off the rest of your clothes.”
She obeyed, pulling her shirt over her head at an achingly slow pace like a strip tease, leaving her in a black bra.
I would have been shocked if I didn’t look like a drooling dog, watching her undress for me.
Her breasts spilled out as she unclasped her bra, and she brought a hand up to pinch her nipple.
Bark, fucking bark.
A low, throaty moan slipped from my mouth at the sight, and she pinched her lips together in a smile.
“Two can play this game, Michael Tucker.” She slid her hand down the front of her body until it reached the space below her navel.
Her fingers pressed against her clit before disappearing inside her.
My mouth gaped as I watched her touch herself until her eyes rolled back and her breathing became rapid.
“Fuck, Juniper.” I was about to come like a teenager, just by watching her. “I need you.”
“What was that?” She tilted her head toward me, still fucking herself with her fingers. “I don’t think I heard you.”
“Please let me fuck you.” The plea—filled with desperation—left my lips before I could process what was happening.
With a satisfied grin on her face, Juniper pulled her fingers out of her pussy, bringing them up to my lips. I sucked her fingers clean like she wanted then stood, reaching into the nightstand for a condom.
“I was going to take my time, but it seems you had other plans, Peach. I don’t want to wait another second to be inside you.” Sliding on the condom, I stood at the edge of the bed. “Now, turn around and let me fuck you like I’ve wanted to all night.”