We make our way out of the stands, navigating through the crowd until we emerge into the area behind the arena. It’s quieter here, the roar of the audience muffled by distance and concrete walls. Vendors are selling food and souvenirs, and groups of spectators mill around, taking a break from the action.
June starts toward one of the drink stands, but I catch her hand.
“Come on. Let me show you something.”
She raises an eyebrow. “What?”
“You’ll see.” I tug her away from the crowds, leading her down a corridor that most people don’t know exists. It’s where the rodeo crew have their private spaces, rooms reserved for the performers and staff who work behind the scenes.
I find the door I’m looking for and push it open, ushering June inside before following and kicking it shut behind us.
The room is basic but functional. A couch along one wall, a few chairs, a mirrored wall, a rack for gear. Nothing fancy. But it’s private, and right now, that’s all that matters.
“This is where all the magic happens,” I say, spreading my arms wide. “Well, the behind-the-scenes stuff, anyway. Where we rev ourselves up before events, decompress after. Carter, Seth, and I share this one.”
June looks around, taking it in. “It’s nice.”
“It’s private.” I adjust my cock over my jeans, trying to relieve some of the pressure that’s been building since we sat down in the stands. My dick is rock hard, has been for the better part of an hour, and I’m about two seconds away from losing my mind completely.
June’s eyes drop to where my hand is adjusting, and something shifts in her expression. She starts walking toward me, hips swaying with each step.
“Why did you bring me here, Kai?”
“Because I need to kiss you or I’m going to implode.”
She giggles, but it cuts off when I grab her, hauling her against my chest. My mouth finds hers, and I pour every ounce of desperation into the kiss. Days of wanting, hours of teasing, minutes of watching her bounce in that goddamn skirt while my cock begged for attention.
She moans against my lips, and the sound goes straight to my groin.
Her hands are everywhere suddenly, grabbing at my clothes, tugging at my belt, fighting with my zipper. I pull back just long enough to grin at her.
“Oh, June. Here I thought I was the only one losing my mind.”
“Shut up.” She yanks my belt open, the buckle clanging. “You can’t whisper all that sexy stuff to me back there and expect me to feel nothing. I’m on thin ice with how burning hot I am around you three, and then you push and push, and I’m easy to break.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes.” She smiles up at me, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. “So are you going to do something about it, or are we just going to stand here?”
I answer by spinning her around and walking her toward the far wall. It’s a floor-to-ceiling mirror.
I press her against it, her face and body flattening against the cool surface. She gasps at the contact, and I bury my face in her hair, breathing her in.
“Don’t worry. I’ve got you.” My hands find the hem of her skirt, yanking it up around her waist. Underneath, she’s wearing a tiny scrap of lace held together by strings at the hips. I hook my fingers through one of the strings and pull.
It snaps.
June gasps again, louder this time.
“Oops.” I don’t move from my position, my chest pressed against her back, my hips pinning her in place. “My bad.”
“Did you just break my underwear?”
I pull the ruined fabric away, tossing it aside. “I’ll buy you new ones.”
“You’ll buy me several new ones, at the rate you’re going.”
I laugh against her neck, one hand sliding between her thighs. She’s wet. Soaking. The evidence of her arousal coats my fingers instantly, and the groan that tears out of me is almost animalistic.
