"Jesus," he rasps. "Let's get this over with."
A little thrill goes through me at the evidence that I've managed to make a little of that control slip. I like knowing he's as caught in this snare of desire as I am.
A second later, a strange whirring sound starts and the crowd around us begins cheering. The announcer says something over the loudspeaker, but I don't hear what. All I hear is Jason's breath rasping in and out of his lungs and the painful thud of my heart.
The bull bucks into motion, startling me. I jolt forward before I can stop myself and almost slip off the side. Jason slings an arm around my waist, seaming my body to his to secure me in place.
"Hang on tight, cowgirl."
I do as instructed, gripping the handle like my life depends on it. The bull picks up speed, bucking more forcefully. I let Jason guide me, moving my body with his so we're rolling into the motion instead of fighting against it.
The bull bucks and spins, bucks and spins. Cool air blasts across my face, cooling my overheated skin. Fear ekes out as adrenaline rushes in. Something inside me—some knot I didn't even know existed—loosens. I tip my head back against Jason's shoulder and laugh out loud.
"Go, Miranda!" Joey screams from the sidelines.
I turn my head in his direction to see him, Lauren, and the rest of mine and Lauren's coworkers lined up along the fence. Not even the sight of them snapping pictures left and right is enough to bring me down though. I feel incredible.
I melt against Jason's big body, letting him do the work of keeping us on the bull. It's like dancing in an odd way, only without the fancy footwork. Jason is so solid I think it'd take a heck of a lot more than White Lightning to buck him off.
The heat of his hand on my abdomen spreads all throughout my body. Every time the bull bucks forward, I feel his erection grind against my ass. Something inside me, some wild part I didn't even know existed, prompts me to let go of the handle and reach up over my shoulder. I wrap my arm around his neck, securing myself to him.
A round of catcalls rip through the bar.
I close my eyes, blocking out everyone.
Jason buries his face in the side of my throat, and then I feel his lips against my ear. My entire body buzzes with electricity. My panties are soaked, my sex aching. I don't know if it's the alcohol I drank earlier, if it's him, if it's the thrill of the ride, or if it's simply that I'm doing something so far outside the norm for me, but I feel free in a way I never have before. And so turned on I can't sit still.
Every time he rolls us forward, my pussy grinds against the saddle, sending a little jolt of pleasure through me. I bite my lip, fighting back the moan building in the back of my throat. Everything aches. Everything buzzes. Bliss slides through my veins instead of blood, faster and then faster again.
Jason's stubble scratches against the sensitive skin of my throat. "Jesus, pretty baby," he growls in my ear before I feel him bite down gently. One big hand splays across my abdomen, pulling me even me even more tightly up against his body. His amber and wood scent swirls around me in a cloud of decadence. "You keep making those sexy sounds, I'm goin' to embarrass myself in the middle of this bar."
My clit throbs, my inner muscles fluttering.
"I want to feast on this sweet body. You're so fuckin' beautiful." He bites me again, and then I feel his tongue against my lobe. He groans like I'm the best thing he's ever tasted. His hand skims up my abdomen, his palm ghosting across my breasts as if he's moving my hair out of the way.
I feel his palm against my nipple though, feel the jolt of pleasure that courses through me.
Sweet baby Jesus.
I'm going to have my first orgasm with a man in a room full of strangers, on the back of a bull named White Lightning. And he's barely even touched me.
"Jason, I think I'm going to come," I whisper, panic tearing through me in a powerful surge.
"Fuck," he rumbles against my ear, his body going taut. "Hold on to me."
I barely have time to brace before he wrenches us to the side and we're flying through the air. My muscles automatically clench, bracing for impact.
I collide with Jason's body, landing on top of him. Or maybe he maneuvers us that way. I don't know. All I know is that he's got his hands around my waist, holding me tight to him. The air leaves my lungs all at once. But not because of the impact.
Oh no. I'm not that lucky.
I'm straddling him on the mat, his massive erection pressing hard against my clit.
I hear the crowd shouting and laughing, but the sounds seem to be coming for a distance.
The orgasm I've been fighting blooms to life, bursting inside me like firecrackers detonating.
Pow. Pow. Pow.
I slump against Jason, bury my face in his throat, and bite him. Hard.
"Goddamn," he growls, his chest heaving beneath mine, shuddering. "I can feel you comin' for me, Miranda."
I whimper, trying to stay still. To keep everyone from seeing what's happening right in front of their faces. Part of me likes how illicit and forbidden this is. How dirty and raw it feels. The other part is mortified that I'm coming all over Jason's cock in front of God and everybody.
My dad is going to kill me when he sees these pictures.
I shiver and gasp and then do it again. And then again.
Finally, finally, the orgasm abates.
I lay there for a long moment, stunned. Delirious with pleasure. Overwhelmed with embarrassment. Desperate to do it again and again and again.
Jason Kirby is a very bad man.
I think I want to keep him.
His breath rasps in my ear, another curse rumbling from his lips in that worn-leather tone, and then he's taking charge. Climbing to his feet, peeling me off him while still keeping me close. He turns his back on the crowd, hiding me from sight. Giving me a minute to collect myself.
As if there's anything of myself left to collect.
I'm shattered.
He tips my head back, forcing me to face him. His steel blue eyes are on fire, his expression that of a man dying of thirst. He's not controlled now. Oh, no. I've shattered him too.
"I'm going to take care of something," he tells me, speaking soft and slow, "and then you're comin' home with me, cowgirl."
I open my mouth. Close it. Nod.
A little of the tension in his expression eases.
He tips his head down, brushing his lips across my forehead.
"Wait for me," he says against my skin. And then he's gone, stalking through the crowd, ignoring their laughter and playful jabs about being bucked off. I don't think they realize he was in control the entire time. White Lightning didn't take us down. My orgasm did.
Happy birthday to me.
"Girl, that man is F-I-N-E fine!" Joey says, grabbing me by the arm and dragging me around the fence toward him and Lauren. "Where did you find him? And does he have a brother?"
"Um…Jason," I mumble, my wits scattered around me like the spoils of war. "His name is Jason."
"Jason Kirby," Lauren says, stopping me in my tracks.
I whip my head in her direction. She's grinning at me exactly like Joey is.
"You know him?"
She scrunches up her nose at me. "You don't recognize him?"
"I…" I fall silent and shake my head.