“Good luck, and I’m serious, give her a chance, Nash,” he said.
There was no way that was happening, but I appeased Brooks because that was easier. “Fine, I will. See you later.”
I hung up the call pulling into the Boozy Bandit parking lot. Last time I saw Iris she was wearing a shirt from this place, and it was a Friday night so the chance I would find her here, it was a good starting point. If she was drinking it might not be the best time to ask her to get in touch with my father, but maybe a few drinks would make her a little more amiable.
She might not even be here, but hopefully I could find out something about her, maybe where she worked and lived. Small towns were notorious for airing out people’s business, even more so after a few drinks.
The bar was fairly busy as I walked in with the usual hustle and bustle you find in small town bars, except this bar had a mechanical bull towards the back. A small thrill shot through me, wanting to get on, but I would look for Iris first and then have fun.
I went to the bar to get a beer and walk around since it was standing room only. I leaned against a post towards the front of the bar with a good view of everything, but every blonde looked like Iris and with the dim light, it was impossible to get a good look at all the women.
Someone announced that Beau was next up onto the bull as I took a long drink of my beer, watching a very good-looking dark-haired man walk up to the ring they had the mechanical bull in. He wore a Boozy Bandit shirt with jeans that hugged his ass just right, looking like an All-American boy. He pulled a woman who wore shorts with an amazing ass, a Boozy Bandit shirt, boots and a cowboy hat dipped low. She faced him rolling with the rhythm of the bull, their bodies anticipating each dip and turn of the machine.
It was an erotic dance I wouldn’t mind being a part of and when she dismounted a little less gracefully, a different woman from the crowd took her place. They slowed the bull enough to let her on as the man helped her up. He grabbed the woman, rolling his hips indecently while her friends screamed for her. The poor woman was helpless against this man’s charms, and it seemed I was too since I had walked closer and hadn’t even realized it.
I leaned against the railing separating me from the mechanical bull, hoping he would notice me or even better, give me a ride too. Just as that thought surfaced, he looked over at me and I gave him a smolder, the one that saidI’d like to see him naked. The bull turned him away, but as it brought him around again, he nodded towards the entrance to get in like it was a dare. I grinned knowing this was one dare I would not walk away from.
“I’d like a ride,” I said to the man who was controlling the bull.
“Let him through!” the man yelled as he let the woman down.
He stood on the bull holding onto a strap from the ceiling, his body rolling with each movement.
“Go on through.” They opened the gate for me, and I tried to keep the confidence off my face.
No sense in letting him know this was a piece of cake for me.
“Come on, stud, let’s see what ya got,” he said, holding his hand out to me.
I waited for the head to dip before I jumped on facing him like the woman at the beginning.
“Oh, confident, are we?” He raised his eyebrow.
He lowered himself slowly over my lap, straddling me indecently and as much as I should care, I didn’t. The bull dipped forward, pushing him snuggly over my crotch. He put his hands over my shoulder as I tightened my core, keeping us steady with one hand on his waist.
“Giddy up, cowboy,” he smirked, rolling his hips like he was fucking me, disguising the lude gesture as moving with the bull.
He was cheeky and I liked it.
Whoops and hollers faded into the background while I willed myself not to get hard in front of all these people. The bull worked to throw us off, each dip and turn only pushed us closer together to where he was grinding on me. We turned abruptly, knocking us off balance. My thighs tightened, righting us on the next movement.
I pulled him closer. “Don’t fall off, Kitten.”
He grinned, standing with ease, grabbing on the rope as he bit his lip seductively. “Oh, I wouldn’t worry about me.”
His full lip between his teeth was mesmerizing. I wasn’t ready for the abrupt turn of the bull, and it sent me flying. I laughed that his distraction had worked, but I was ok with that. That small taste was all I needed. I was hooked, maybe while I was here, I would have a little fun.
The man jumped off the bull gracefully, walking to me and holding his hand out.
“Thanks,” I said, letting him help me up.
“You’re a natural or you’re a seasoned mechanical bull rider,” he chuckled.
“I had good motivation.” I grinned.
We walked out of the space, to the bar.
“Can I buy ya a drink?” I asked.
