On the other hand, I made it a point to position myself where I could enjoy a nice view of her cleavage when she leaned over to shoot.
As the other tables finished, the rest of the group gathered around to watch.
“Bull ride after this,” Lucas announced.
Duke and Winston whooped their appreciation.
It was close, but in the end, she lost to him, and Pete swiped up the money.
“Pony up,” Lucas said. “Pairs tonight. Twenty each. Winner take all.”
“It’s not for me,” Peyton said.
Serena grabbed her arm. “It’s a tradition. You have to.”
“Cobra and Serena,” Lucas announced. He sometimes fell back into using Duke’s old codename. “Then, Terry and Grace, Winston and Constance.”
I crossed my fingers.
“Jordy and Joe, Zane and Peyton.”
Yes.This would be fun.
Peyton backed up two steps, her opinion clear.
Serena wasn’t having it. “You have to. You two are a team.” She indicated me.
“But I have no idea how?—”
“Hold on to Zane and clamp your legs on the bull. That’s all there is to it. Stay on as long as you can.”
I laid a hand on Peyton’s shoulder. “Don’t worry. I promise not to land on you.”
“I don’t have the money,” she tried.
I wasn’t letting go of this opportunity for contact with Peyton. “I’ll pay your entry, and if we win, you take the pot. It’s a hundred bucks.”
That brought light to her eyes. “I get it all?”
“In exchange for one lunch.”
“Terry, you and Grace are up first,” Lucas boomed.
We gathered around the ring, and I chose a spot next to Peyton.
“Four seconds,” Lucas announced when Grace got thrown off quickly.
“She didn’t hold on to Terry tightly enough,” Serena said from the other side of Peyton.
“That’s key,” I agreed.
Winston and Constance were next.
The group counted the seconds off loudly. They lasted six seconds.
“Did you see how loose her legs were?” Serena asked.
Peyton nodded.
