I shut my truck off in the packed parking lot and hit the key fob to lock the doors as we step away. Pushing our way through the crowd, people pat me on the back and congratulate me on the way to the counter. It takes a bit, but we finally make it, and I whistle and wave for the bartender. Getting his attention, Jake and I both order longneck beers and two shots.
I throw some money down on the bar top after our drinks are set in front of us. Taking that first long pull, I hum and briefly close my eyes. It tastes fucking good in my dry mouth. I pick up the shot as I glance around the bar.
"There's a lot of buckle bunnies here tonight,” Jake states the obvious as if I can't see that for myself.
“Here’s to tonight.” I clink my shot glass with his and down the liquid poison. Buckle bunnies are what we like to call the women desperate to get fucked by one of the riders. Like us, most of them aren’t looking for anything but a good fuck. Occasionally, you'll run across the grade A clinger, who gets to thinking you're going to marry her. That's when you tumble in the sheets for the night, then sneak right on out of the room, or wherever you're at, before she wakes up and notices you’re gone. Never, and I mean never, give a girl your number because if you do, your ass is asking for trouble. "You see that cute lil' redhead lookin' this way?" I ask Jake before taking another long pull of my beer, letting the cold liquid slide down my throat.
"Yeah, I see her. She’s comin’ for you, man. She's lookin' like she's rapin' you with her eyes. One." He holds up one finger. "Two." Now, it's two fingers. "Three." His laugh bursts out because here she comes, sashaying toward us.
"Shut the fuck up." I chuckle as she stops next to us.
"Hey, guys. How's it going tonight?" She gives me a seductive smile.
"Good. You?" I return.
She runs her finger down my button up flannel. "Oh, I think it just got a whole lot better. Aren't you Cody Sterling?" she questions, batting her eyes, acting as if she doesn't already know who I am. That is what I don't understand about women. Why not say how it is? Why not say what you want? Don't play games.
"Let's cut to the chase here. Alright?" Her grin falls a fraction, but I go on, "You knew who I was before you came over here. I'm not really into carin’ what your name is. We're both lookin’ to have a good time, and that good time consists of getting' fucked. So, let's get to it." Jake makes a choking sound next to me, but my attention is fixated on the redhead. Something flashes across her face before the smile is back full-force, and she nods her head. Setting my beer on the counter, I grab her hand, and we stroll through the crowd until we find a closed door.
I slowly open the door and peek my head in, finding the light off. Feeling around on the wall, I locate the switch and flip it on. “This’ll work.” I pull her into the now lit office and lead her to the desk. Glancing at the wall opposite us, I notice the large mirror. Perfect. I grin to myself. I didn’t bother locking the door because as busy as the bar is, I don’t expect anyone to come in here.
In one swift motion, I spin her to face the mirror, her back against my front. "Hold onto the desk and be quiet." Her hands grip the cherry wood tightly. Running my hands up her smooth thighs, I reach under her black mini skirt to find she’s not wearing any panties. She was looking to get laid tonight! My fingers slide over her already wet pussy.
Making quick work of getting my belt buckle undone, I rush to lower my wranglers and boxer briefs down to my boots. Pulling the condom out of my wallet, I rip the plastic open and roll it down my hard dick. There’s no need to take this slow. I waste no time lining my dick up to her entrance and swiftly thrust inside of her. Placing my hand on her back, I bend her over the desk farther, her hands slap against the wood of the desk, bracing herself for each hardened drive as I piston into her.
I watch her face in the mirror with each rough stroke I deliver. She looks as if she wants to scream out, but she’s gritting her teeth to keep quiet like I commanded.
I’m trying to make this quick, but this girl really isn't doing too much for me. My movements are restricted because my jeans are still pooled around my boots, but it’s more than that. I don’t know what it is, I only know something’s not working for me. Snaking one arm around her chest, I pull her upward. In the mirror, her facial expression tells me she’s enjoying this much more than I am. Her eyes are tightly closed, lips parted, and cheeks flushed.
She moans softly as I reach under the top of her dress to find one of her hard-pebbled nipples. Rolling the flesh between my fingers, I feel her walls begin to clench around my dick. She’s close to finding her orgasm; I only wish I was, too. I pound into her harder, trying to find the edge I need.
The door suddenly flies open as the redhead squeaks, “I’m coming!”
Standing in the doorway is the most stunning woman I have ever laid eyes on. Her long dark hair flows down past her shoulders, and her big amber eyes meet mine in the mirror. Full plump lips are open, her mouth hanging wide as if she’s in shock. I watch as her cheeks take on a rosy hue. Is she embarrassed? She doesn't seem to know what to do as she remains frozen in the doorway with the door half-open. Her gaze hasn’t dropped. I watch as she scans the room, surveying the scene. Her head tilts a little to the side, and she seems intrigued, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip. A trim waist leads to her large tits that are rising and falling from her labored breaths. She moves one thigh then the other.
Something ignites within me as I watch that beautiful woman. My spine tingles, I pound harder and faster into the redhead while my gaze remains on the brunette. Finally, my release rips through my body like a raging tidal wave. I have to bite down on my own bottom lip, drawing blood to keep myself from roaring out like a goddamn beast. Closing my eyes tightly, I fill the condom. When I open them, the woman is gone.
Pulling out, I rid myself of the condom and throw it into the trash along with the wrapper. I fix my clothes and check my appearance in the mirror to make sure I’m decent before I make my exit.
I haven’t spoken to the redhead, so I’m surprised to hear her yell out, "Wait!” as I’m leaving the office.
With the door open, I look back. “What?” My brows are drawn down in confusion, a frown creasing my forehead.
"Are you going to wait for me, or don't you want my number?" Her expression reminds me of a begging puppy.
"No and no. That's not how this works, and you know it. We had our fun, and now, it's time to move on." With those words said, I step out of the office and go in search of the bathroom. After I find the bathroom and wash my hands, I return to the bar and order another beer while looking over the crowd, searching for Jake.
The Buckle Bunnies use us as much, if not more, than we use them. Why not tell them like it is? If there was a woman out there, maybe a gorgeous brunette, I could actually care about, no way would I treat her like that. I wanna love a woman who loves me back. Someone who’s not interested in the rider I am, not how much money I make, or what I can do for them. Someone who wants just me, Cody Sterling, the man.
I sit on a stool, my gaze on the crowd, and finally find Jake dancing with some girl. Glancing away from him, I scan the room, attempting to locate the mysterious brunette, but I don't see her anywhere. Suddenly, I feel a jolt of electricity run through my body, making the hairs on my arms and neck shoot up. I snap my head around and look to my right. There she is, sitting next to me on a stool, staring at me.