Chapter 2
Ryder
He’d been staring at me all night. I could see the hunger in his eyes, and I knew what he wanted… what we both wanted. But I didn’t drive all the way to Bozeman to blow my load in a bar in the first five minutes. I wanted to play the game.
So, I did what I always did. I played hard to get.
Every time he looked like he was going to make a move, I started flirting with another guy, usually someone in the college crowd that was closer to my age.
When that got boring, I’d make sure to walk past the mysterious stranger at the bar, almost brushing against him.
Then when I ordered another drink, I made sure I popped my butt out so that just the top of my jockstrap showed above my jeans.
I wanted to give him a taste, to entice him to pursue me. After all, I liked being chased.
Once in a while I’d glance at him, acting like I didn’t see him at all.
But I caught enough to know he was my type.
He was scruffy, rough-looking, a few years older than me, and probably had more red flags than I could count.
I didn’t care about that though. If there was one thing I’d learned, it was that problematic guys always had the best dicks.
Nice guys wanted to date and pay for things and take care of me, which I loved.
But usually that meant I was going to be disappointed in the bedroom.
They were always worried about making sure I had a good time, always checking in.
That’s not what I wanted. I wanted a man who was going to fuck me, for his own pleasure, and leave me in a fucking heap on the bathroom floor. The last thing I needed was a nice guy with feelings. I was far too young and free to let myself get tied down.
I checked my watch. It was getting late, and I’d been playing long enough. I had to be back at the ranch tomorrow morning bright and early for our new batch of convicts. Dad always insisted I was there for some reason. It wasn’t like he’d ever give up enough control to let me lead a team, anyway.
I pushed away from the bar, leaving half my drink behind, and headed for the men’s room at the back. As I walked, I could feel the stranger’s eyes on me, following every step. I didn’t look back. I didn’t need to.
The bathroom was empty when I pushed through the door, the fluorescent lights humming overhead. I chose the stall farthest from the entrance and left the door unlocked. My heart raced as I counted down in my head. Five... four... three...
The bathroom door creaked open. Heavy footsteps crossed the tile floor, slow and deliberate. I pretended to be finishing up, adjusting my jeans as the footsteps stopped outside my stall. When the door pushed open, I didn’t act surprised.
There he was, filling the doorway, his eyes dark with lust. Up close, he was even hotter. His broad shoulders were straining against a worn flannel shirt. He had stubble that would leave marks on my skin, and hands that looked like they knew how to hold someone down.
That was just what I wanted.
We didn’t speak. Words would have ruined it.
He stepped inside, locked the stall door behind him, and turned me around in one fluid motion.
My hands braced against the wall as he pressed against my back, his breath hot on my neck.
His rough palms slid around my waist, fingers dipping below my waistband, tugging my jeans down just enough.
I bit my lip to keep from making noise as his calloused hands explored my skin.
He wasn’t gentle, and I didn’t want him to be.
When he pressed me harder against the wall, I arched my back, offering myself up.
I heard the sound of his zipper, the crinkle of a condom wrapper.
He was too prepared for this to be his first time.
A grunt was all the warning I got before he pushed inside me.
The burn was exquisite, exactly what I’d been craving.
He held my hips in a bruising grip as he buried himself to the hilt.
I bit my lower lip, savoring the feeling of his cock filling me to the brim.
I never even got a chance to properly look at his dick, but I didn’t need to.
It was big, just like I knew it would be.
Red flag guys delivered every single time.
My own cock strained against my jockstrap as he pulled back and slammed to the hilt over and over again, claiming my tight ass like it belonged to him.
I could barely hold back a moan as he worked my ass, his rhythm relentless.
He wasn’t interested in my pleasure, only in taking what he wanted.
And that turned me on more than anything.
Each thrust pushed me against the cold tile wall, the contrast between it and his heat making my skin prickle with goosebumps.
His breathing grew heavier, rougher against my ear.
He leaned in closer, his chest pressing against my back as one hand moved from my hip to grip the back of my neck.
The pressure there held me in place while his hips snapped forward, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the small stall.
I risked a glance back over my shoulder, catching his expression.
His jaw was clenched, eyes half-lidded, and he was focused entirely on the place where our bodies joined.
When he caught me looking, his lips curled into something between a snarl and a smirk.
He tightened his grip on my neck, turning my head back to face the wall.
Message received. This was a transaction, nothing more.
My cock leaked precum, dampening my jockstrap as it rubbed against the fabric with each thrust. I wanted to reach down and stroke myself, but that would have ruined the dynamic. This wasn’t about me getting off. This was about being used like a dollar store fleshlight.
The stranger’s pace quickened, his movements becoming more erratic.
His fingers dug deeper into my flesh, and I knew I’d have bruises tomorrow—evidence of this moment that I could press on during boring ranch meetings while Dad droned on about cattle futures.
Maybe they’d even be there when we went to church on Sunday.
I always did enjoy showing off for the lord.
When the stranger finally came, there was no warning except a guttural groan that he muffled against my shoulder, teeth grazing my skin through my shirt. His hips jerked a few more times, grinding deep inside me as he rode out his orgasm, pumping every last drop into the thin latex between us.
Then, just like that, it was over.
He pulled out and stepped back. I heard the snap of the condom being removed, the rustle of him tucking himself away, zipping up. I stayed where I was, braced against the wall, feeling empty and used in the best possible way. My cock still throbbed, unsatisfied, but that was part of the game too.
Without a word, he unlocked the stall and walked out. The bathroom door creaked open, then closed. He was gone.
I finally turned around, adjusting myself in my jeans with a wince. I was hard as hell and would have to wait until I got back to my motel room to take care of it. The delayed gratification would make it that much better.
I cleaned up as best I could in the cramped stall, then checked my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed, my pupils dilated. I looked exactly like what I was—some slut who’d just been thoroughly fucked in a bar bathroom.
Perfect.
I splashed cold water on my face and fixed my hair, making myself presentable enough to walk through the bar one last time.
As I pushed through the bathroom door, I scanned the bar for my mysterious stranger.
He was nowhere to be seen. Typical. These types never stuck around for small talk, which was exactly how I liked it.
I grabbed my jacket from the back of my chair and nodded at the bartender.
Outside, the cool Montana night air hit my flushed skin, making me shiver.
My ass throbbed pleasantly with each step toward my truck.
I’d parked a couple blocks away, not wanting to risk anyone recognizing my father’s company vehicle if they happened to know him.
The streets of Bozeman were still lively with college students, their carefree laughter following me as I walked.
They had no idea what I’d just done, and the secret knowledge made me smirk.
Ryder McGrath, son of respected and uptight rancher Pete McGrath, getting railed by strangers in bar bathrooms. If only they knew.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. Dad. I silenced it without looking. Whatever ranch emergency he was calling about could wait until morning. Tonight was mine.
At my truck, I winced as I climbed into the driver’s seat, the pressure against my well-used ass a delicious reminder.
My cock was still half-hard in my jeans, and I debated taking care of it right there in the parking lot.
Instead, I started the engine. The motel was only fifteen minutes away, and the anticipation would make it better.
As I drove through downtown, I spotted my bathroom stranger walking alone down a side street. Our eyes met through the windshield for just a second before I accelerated past. No acknowledgment, no wave. It was too dark to see me in the cab of the truck. Perfect.
Back at the motel, I locked the door behind me and stripped immediately. The bathroom light revealed dark fingerprints forming on my hips and a red mark on my neck where he’d gripped me. I traced them with my fingertips, reliving each moment as I finally wrapped my hand around my neglected cock.
It didn’t take long. A few strokes while thinking about those rough hands and I was cumming hard, biting my lip to keep quiet.
As I cleaned up, reality started creeping back in.
Tomorrow I’d have to be Ryder McGrath, responsible ranch heir, welcoming another batch of ex-cons to their new temporary home.
I’d have to stand beside my father, all serious and professional, pretending I hadn’t spent the night getting fucked by a stranger.
The thought made me laugh as I collapsed onto the bed.
Let them all think what they wanted. I knew who I really was, and I wasn’t apologizing for it.
Not to my father, not to Hell Creek, not to anyone in Montana.
And when Dad finally retired and everything was in my name, then I’d let my freak flag fly.
Until then, I could keep quiet. Keeping a secret and attending church services for a few years in order to inherit a multi-million dollar ranch seemed like a small price to pay.
I set my alarm and closed my eyes, already wondering when I could sneak away again. Bozeman was full of those red flag guys just waiting to be found. And I was very, very good at finding them.
Maybe next time I’d see if I could get two guys to fight over me. That would be a nice confidence boost.