Page 6 of Kicking Up Dust

“You’re really big,” she pants, but it doesn’t sound complimentary.

“Do you need me to stop? Am I hurting you?” My dick hates me right now. She squeezes around my cock, and I groan. “Blair, baby, you can’t do that right now. Holy shit.” Maybe it’s best that I never see her again after this. What woman wants another round with a man who shoots his load in 0.2 seconds? I swear I’m halfway there.

“No, don’t stop.” She bends her elbows to lay her chest against the bed, cheeks flushed. It changes the angle and makes her incredible ass look even better. “It burns a little, but… I think I like it.”

“Jesus fuck, you’re perfect,” I whimper, continuing forward until I’ve reached the end of her.

“You good?” I pray to every deity I know the name of, and some I just made up, that she says she’s fine so I can keep going.

She nods, and I decide to find a church in whatever town I’m in next Sunday to thank God personally. I pull out slowly and push back in at the same speed, watching as Blair’s eyes go half-lidded and she moans at the friction of my piercings inside her.

“You can go faster.”

I snort out a disbelieving laugh. “The pace is for me, baby, not you. If I go any faster, this will be over with in, like, a minute. Max.”

“That’s what round two is for,” she argues, lifting her body back up on her arms again and pushing back against me greedily. “Please, cowboy?”

For my own sanity, I have to close my eyes. My family always accused me of using my dimples and puppy dog eyes to get my way, but I think Blair may have me beat without even trying.

“Fuck it.”

If I could somehow record the squeal Blair makes when I up my pace, without being a certified creeper, I’d do it in a heartbeat. Put it in the paw of a teddy bear to squeeze any time I had to resort to my right hand while on the circuit.

“Oh my god,” she whines, lolling her head back. I take it as a sign to wrap my fist around her gorgeous black hair and tug a bit, hoping she’ll appreciate it. If the way her cunt tightens around my cock is any indication, she does. A lot.

“Are you anywhere near close?” I pant, the fingers of my other hand digging into her hip. In my mind, I imagine one of the heifers back home giving birth in an attempt to stave off my orgasm.

It’s not working.

She slips one of her hands beneath her, tugging against my grip a bit. I feel the tips of her nails against my shaft as it moves and she moans, starting to circle her clit.

“Fuck, yes, Blair. Make yourself come all over my cock, baby.”

The first tremor that runs through her is my downfall. I bury myself as deep as possible, until I feel resistance. The caveman part of my brain tells me to breed her, to lock this incredible woman down and give her a ring and my child… children… tons of them. Unfortunately, for that side of me—though pretty fucking fortunate for the immature bull rider that I am—I’m wearing a condom.

It takes a minute for me to regain enough sense to pull out of her, pressing a kiss to the dimple in her back when she whines at the loss. I deal with the condom, tossing it in the bathroom waste bin and bringing back a wet washcloth for her.

In the end, the washcloth is a bit pointless. We’re going another round not twenty minutes later, with her on top this time. I lose count of how many rounds we go, but I know that when I finally fall asleep, her head’s on my chest.

When I wake up, she’s gone.

FOUR

COLT

“Good ride, man,” Jamie says, pulling me in for a hug and clapping me on the shoulder. I grin, pulling Tate in to join. I’ve missed them so much. I’m closest with Bailey, of course, but Tate’s the baby of the family so I think we all have a bit of a soft spot for her. And Jamie’s just… Jamie. So easygoing, it would be hard to find someone who hated him. He’s all of the things I wish I were.

“Thanks, bro,” I tell him, nodding over Tate’s shoulder at her shadow—our next-door neighbor and her best friend since they were toddlers—Tyler. “I’m glad you guys could come out.”

“Heading to Nevada to pick up a few new horses tomorrow. Where’re you headed next?”

“Little Rock.”

My older brother grins and claps me on the shoulder, matching my excitement. Arkansas may not be a big-time stop, but the crowd is always hype and that makes it worth it. That energy is hard to match, even at some of the more… lucrative stops.

Jameson may not be a part of the rodeo life himself, but he’s listened to me hype up Arkansas in the past and obviously remembers enough to be excited for me. He’s probably the only one in my family, besides maybe Tate, who supports my career. Our oldest brother, Maddox, damn sure doesn’t and makes sure I know it every chance he gets.

“Tyler and I are heading to concessions,” Tate announces, always primarily concerned with the food situation anywhere she goes. I don’t know where she puts it all, honestly.