"Did you see that?" Pudge asks excitedly while shaking my arm. The crowd goes crazy for Cody and his accomplishment.
"Yeah, I did!" A feeling of exhilaration rushes through me as I clap and yell for the rider. I’m beaming as I watch Cody take a bow. I don’t even know why I’m ecstatic for him, it’s not like I know the guy or have ever seen him ride before.
Pudge and I remain in the stands until the very last rider has taken their turn. Cody made it look easy, his form was beautiful. I can see why the crowd loves him, and it’s easy to see the joy on his face. He loves to ride. This is his passion.
Once we make it back to my car, we sit in the parking lot at the fairgrounds until it’s quiet. I’m not trying to make my way through all those cars. Crazy drivers make me nervous, and I'd rather be safe than sorry.
Pudge's phone dinged with a new text. "There's an after-party at Pint’s. You wanna go?"
"Yeah, I'm not ready to go back to the clubhouse yet." I head toward the bar, and when we get there, the parking lot is full. It takes me about ten minutes to find a parking spot in
Once we make it inside, I tug on Pudge’s jacket. "I have to use the bathroom. Order us some drinks, and I'll meet you at the bar."
Pushing my way through the crowd, I finally locate a closed door. I’ve never been to this joint before, so hopefully, I have the right door. I don’t see a sign if it’s men’s or women’s. There wasn't a line, which was odd for a packed bar, but without thinking, I turn the knob and find it unlocked. The moment I enter, my eyes are met with a man and woman having sex right there over a desk. “This isn’t the bathroom,” I mumble to myself. I freeze, not knowing what to do, unable to tear my eyes away. The door doesn't shut all the way, and I’m stuck frozen. Shocked isn't even the word to describe how I feel right now.
My cheeks heat, and I don’t know what to do. I try to pull my eyes away from the man, but I find myself ogling him instead. His chiseled ass cheeks flex with each thrust, but his movements are limited due to his jeans and underwear pooling around his booted feet. Raking my eyes over his body, I take in his strong muscular calves and thighs, his broad back, and a chest that’s covered by a blue plaid flannel shirt. His sleeves are rolled up to the elbows, showing off his flexing muscles and the straining veins in his forearms. Even while he’s pounding away, he’s wearing a white Stetson, which I find odd.
In the mirror, our gazes meet, my amber eyes, his crystal-clear blue. Sweat runs down his flushed cheeks, drawing my attention to a strong jaw that is shaded with a well-trimmed beard and mustache. Veins in his neck protrude, and I’m guessing it’s from the exertion. He’s sexy, so fucking sexy, and very different from the bikers I'm usually around.
I've seen a lot of people fuck at the clubhouse, which means I know what it looks like when you’re not into it, and this guy has that expression. I’m not really sure it should seem like it’s more of an exercise than for your enjoyment. He looks like he could fall over any second from exhaustion, but he deserves an “A” for his effort for trying to find that release he obviously wants. Why else would he have pulled her in here besides to fuck? Can't call the guy a quitter, that's for sure, and he is giving her quite a pounding. Geez, I would put bets on her pussy being sore tomorrow.
My eyes can’t leave his no matter how hard I try to pull away, and I find myself getting turned on watching him with this woman. I bite down on my lip as he devours me through the mirror. My thighs rub together, attempting to ease the growing ache between my legs. As his gaze stays locked on mine, his thrusts into her became rougher and more brutal.
My breath quickens, my chest rises and falls in labored pants. I tear my eyes away from his only to witness the redhead begin to shake violently. That has to be one hell of an orgasm ripping through her body. She stays quiet, but with her mouth hanging open and eyes bulging makes it seem as if she wants to scream out to God himself. It is not a pretty expression, that’s for sure. She looks like she’s dying of pain instead of getting pleasure. I’m not sure if she’s even noticed I’m here, but if she did, I don’t think she’d care. When the man's eyes close, I rush out, desperate to get away. I run to the bar to find Pudge.
"Did you fall in the toilet? You've been gone a while." Pudge chuckles and hands me my favorite drink, a piña colada. I take a few sips, letting the sweetness coat my mouth, and ignoring her question. I’m flustered and don’t know what to say.
A guy wanders up to us. "Hey, pretty lady, would you like to dance?" His gaze is fixated on Pudge. She smiles brightly and sets her drink down on the counter before taking his hand in hers.
Watching the crowd while my friend dances, I sip my drink, and someone catches my eye. It’s the man from the bathroom. He’s sitting at the opposite side of the bar and seems to be searching for someone. Biting my lip, I decide to go over to him. The redhead storms out of the bar, looking furious, as I approach.
I drop onto the stool next to him. His eyes meet mine again, but this time, there’s no mirror between us.
My shower has turned frigid, jolting me out of my thoughts. Shit! I rush through the rest of my shower, and once I’m back in my bedroom, I fall onto my bed as I stare up at the ceiling with the biggest grin on my face. I can't hold in my excitement, and like a teenager, I throw my body around crazily on the bed. My hair flies everywhere, my arms and legs hit my sheet covered mattress over and over. Picking up my pillow, I use it to cover my scream. Yesterday, I felt like I do every day, stuck in this clubhouse with no way out, but today, I feel like I’m just a normal girl who met a boy. A boy she likes!
As I get ready, the smile remains glued on my face. Today, I am happy.
Pulling into Pudge's apartment complex, I leave my car running as I send her a text, telling her I’m outside. When she comes skipping toward my car, she’s dressed almost exactly like I am. Her blonde hair is pulled back, pink summer dress with a jean jacket over it, and white cowgirl boots.
She quickly jumps into the passenger seat and slams the door. Her wide, excited gaze meets mine. "Oh my God! How much fun was last night? Are you ready for today? I don't know if I am.” She falls back against the seat as I begin to drive away. “Jake is hot! Did you see him? No, probably not because you were all about Cody. Oh my God, you’re going on a date with Cody Sterling! I can't believe Ever texted last night telling you to take today off, too."
I finally cut off her rambling, "Jesus, Pudge, slow down and breathe.” I laugh her as she takes in short spurts of air as if she’s in a panic. “It's gonna be fine, and I'm not sure this is a date. I'm nervous, but Jake seemed to like you, so calm down. Ever's great, the best boss I could ask for. She probably thought I would have a hangover and was giving me time to recover. She’s actually giving me the whole weekend off. Said she’ll cover the store tomorrow, too."
"That’s awesome. Maybe if today goes well, you’ll get to spend more time with Cody tomorrow?” She turns the music up as we drive toward the fairgrounds.
I bite my lip. “Maybe,” I say absently. I’m not going to get my hopes up.
The parking lot is different today than it was last night. There are barely any cars here, whereas last night, it was packed. Turning my car off, I grab my phone out of my purse and send Cody a text, letting him know we’ve arrived. Almost immediately, my phone dings.