John, frozen to the spot, could only stare in wonderment at his sexy cowboy, letting his fingers clutch at his waist and wanting desperately to drag his body against his for friction.
“And if I do this right,” Wyatt said between kisses along his jawline. “You’ll be just as hard as I am when I’m done.”
“I’m hard right now, cowboy,” he murmured in a tight groan.
Wyatt cursed and sucked harder on his neck, bruising him, and discreetly slipped his hand between their bodies to feel the proof of John’s desire.
“Fuuuck,” he groaned into his ear, slipping the lobe into his mouth and biting. “I’ve never ridden with a fuckin’ hard on before.”
John gripped the back of Wyatt’s neck and dragged him around for another searing kiss.
Someone moaned nearby, and a few others turned and started making squeeing sounds at their very public PDA. John blushed, pulling back, licking his lips nervously and touching the hickey on his neck.
Wyatt looked completely unbothered compared to how nervous he seemed at the art gallery. He wondered if it was the familiar environment of the country bar that gave Wyatt that much more swagger. Wyatt’s chest was heaving beneath the thin white T-shirt, his eyes on the fresh hickey at John’s neck and a slow grin crawling up his lips.
John’s dick shuddered at his possessive, claiming gaze.
Jin’s voice boomed out over the PA system, announcing Wyatt’s name, and the crowd roared in excitement for their favorite bull riding cowboy. Hedragged John off the barstool and led them through the crowd. His heart raced in his chest and his blood thumped in his skull, but he heard and felt none of it, focused only on Wyatt. He positioned John right outside the arena's padded wall, and without a word, slipped off his hat, placed it on top of John’s head, then yanked off his shirt and tossed it into the crowd. The crowd yelled hungrily, demanding that he take off more clothing, to which Wyatt replied with a coy wink and a smile. He snagged his hat from John and kissed him hard and fast, before jumping the wall between them.
John raked his fingers through his hair, shouting over the crowd. “You didn’t say anything about doing this shirtless?”
Wyatt’s smile was pure sin. “Jealous, daddy?”
John’s heart swooped into his belly, feeling Wyatt’s heated gaze go straight to his cock.
“Good,” Wyatt purred and sauntered over to the black mechanical bull, giving the crowd another flashy, handsome smile before climbing onto it.
The strobe lights went out in that instant and everyone grew louder, the lights flashing to life over Wyatt and the bull. His oiled, shirtless torso glistened, his hands firmly grasping the reins and legs locked around the bull, smiling broadly and tipping his hat, looking right at John.
John couldn’t help but chuckle, scrubbing a hand over the back of his neck and blushing.
I’m so fucked.
“Well, ladies and queens,” Jin drawled over the microphone. “This year, Wyatt won’t be the only one on the bull. In fact, he’s got some—stiff—competition.”
Conner Hobbs strolled arrogantly out onto the stage, and the crowd roared again. John arched an unimpressed eyebrow as the young pitcher walked out in all black with a matching cowboy hat.
John, deciding to be petty, booed.
Wyatt noticed this and grinned affectionately at him.
Oh damn, kid, stop.
Stop making this so easy for me to fall for you.
The music began to play, and Wyatt shot Jin a firm look and shook his head.
John realized that Wyatt was protesting the song of choice for his ‘show’. Jin rolled his eyes dramatically before hopping off stage, quickly running up to the ledge of the padded wall. It was far too loud for John to hear their conversation. Jin grinned wickedly, his gaze sweeping through the crowd and stopping on John. He winked, raced back upstage, and put on the new song. Apparently, the bar’s DJ for the night also controlled the lighting, and when the song started, the lights matched the heavy bass tempo.
The mechanical bull came to life beneath Wyatt’s legs.
The song pulsated with the same need that thrummed through the crowd.
It was Nine Inch Nails,Closer.
Oh, fuck me.
This wasn’t a bull ride—this was forhim.
