“Then fucking move, cowboy,” I said through gritted teeth, my hips squirming beneath him.
He started to pull out, and I watched with rapt attention between us as he slammed back into me.
“Oh my God!” I screamed as he hit that sensitive spot deep inside.
He paused then, looking over my head, away from us. I stared at him. His eyes grew dark and murderous, but he didn’t stop.
Thrusting hard against me, he asked through gritted teeth, “Does that feel good?”
“You feel so good,” I somehow managed to say.
What was he looking at?
He pounded harder, nearly to the point of pain. His eyes were glued to something over my head.
“Oh, so you’ve resorted to being a fucking slut because you can’t have your way?” A woman’s voice pierced through our heavy breathing.
“What the fuck?” I stilled. There was someone else in the room with us.
I pushed at his chest.
He thrust again, harder this time.
“Fucking shit, get off me.” I pushed at him again.
He froze, as if he remembered I was underneath him. He let me push him off, and I scrambled out from beneath him, turning to see the redheaded woman standing in the dark, her arms crossed over her chest. She tapped her slippered foot, a smug look on her face.
“What the fuck is this?” I asked again, grabbing a pillow off the couch to cover myself while I stumbled around, picking up my clothes.
Irritation seemed to waft off her. “Is this some tantrum you’re throwing because I’m taking our daughter? You could at least fuck whatever pussy you find in the back seat of your truck, instead of bringing it here where your wife and daughter will hear it.”
“You’re fucking married?” I yelled at him, quickly shrugging on my shirt.
“Ex-wife,” he said so quietly, I barely heard him over the blood roaring in my ears.
“But she lives with you?” I ran a hand through my hair in frustration. I needed to get the fuck out of here. I yanked my cell phone out of my shorts as I scrambled to put them on. “You have a fucking kid?”
“Better pipe down, doll, or you’ll wake her, too,” the woman said with a smirk, but her eyes were burning into the man I felt vibrating beside me.
“This is so fucked up.” Suddenly, that little tractor toy made sense. I no longer cared where my panties were at this point. I donned my shorts, zipping them up before pulling my boots on.
“I’ll drive you back to the bar,” he offered, but he still hadn’t looked at me.
“Don’t bother. I’ll call for a ride.”
I pushed past him, the heat of his skin scorching me as I walked out the door. The whiskey rolled in my stomach, telling me I was too drunk to walk back to the rodeo grounds, but I was too pissed to even think straight. The last thing I wanted to do was call Kale or Viv to come get me. I didn’t want anyone to see this walk of shame.
The next day,I froze in my tracks when I walked out of the stables.He was fucking here!The man had no fucking class. If I were him, I wouldn’t be caught dead showing my face around after the shit he pulled with me.
What the fuck did he think he was doing?
He was gathered in a group of cowboys and trainers, most of whom worked with the other barrel racers—my competition. What were they doing? My gaze narrowed as I watched the flash of green transfer between hands. Were they betting?
“Looks like Hank’s at it again.” Viv sighed, coming up beside me, her saddle and blanket over her arm.
“Hank? Paige’s trainer?” I asked. Paige Gibson was my biggest competition. She and I were always going back and forth, setting new records. I didn’t particularly like her, either, or her trainer, for that matter. I watched Hank, a big, bulky man with a thick beard, gather money in his hands.
“They’re betting on our runs?” There was no way in hell I was going to put up with this shit. Not when I was already feeling the shameful burn of last night … or the fact that I was about to race last in the bottom of the draw, especially against a son of a Dash Ta Fame barrel racing stallion.
