“I’m on the clock,” he said over his shoulder.
“What time do you get off?” I followed him.
“Don’t know,” he yelled as the music changed to a more upbeat tune.
“I don’t mind waiting,” I yelled, when we got to the bar.
“Who says I want you to wait?—”
“Nash, what the hell are you doing here?!”
I looked to my left to see the blonde with the great ass in the shorts and Boozy Bandit shirt with the cowboy hat. My wife glared at me with her hands on her hips looking between the man and I. Oh, so this was how she was going to play this? She was on his lap first.
6
iris
Dare I say,I love the stupid mechanical bull. Beau had been getting on with me every shift and when we were on it together, I swore I was going to catch on fire, spontaneously combust even from the sensuality of it. The way his damn hips rolled against mine…I know what he does for a living and each time we are on the bull together a piece of my self-control is chipped away and I want to go to his camming site to watch something of his.
I just want to know what he looks like in the throes of passion.
It’s a terrible idea. I’m a married woman for fuck’s sake, and nothing has ever tested my fidelity, not that I think Nash was not fucking around, but a promise was a promise. A delusional part of me was hoping he was being faithful, but this was Nash Yarbrough we were talking about.
The man probably looks good in a damn trash bag, all those buckle bunnies are out there catching his attention—Nope, I told myself I wasn’t going to do this. I don’t care what Nash does. I married him for one reason and that was for my family’s farm, not that that has worked out for me, anyway.
Tonight, Beau made me forget about everything again. I was not ready to ride again with how busy it was tonight, but each time I rode with him, my tips were higher and I felt better. He motioned me over with a seductive smile that made my stomach clench in arousal. We had been flirting more each shift we worked together. I couldn’t help but wonder if we kept doing this dance, when would we implode.
I grabbed the cowboy hat I had brought with me, putting it on before I hopped on the bull with him. Once he gave me a very hands-on practice, riding the bull came very easily. It was like a dance between us, that got hotter and dirtier each time.
“Nice touch, sweetheart,” Beau said, sliding in behind me.
His voice made goosebumps pepper my skin.
“I gotta sell the riding, don’t I?” I rolled my hips with the motions of the machine, wondering what it would be like riding Beau with a cowboy hat on.
“Sure,” he said, pulling me back so I was flush to his chest.
I don’t resist, allowing myself this moment to enjoy being close to Beau, letting my mind run wild with fantasies.
The ride ended way too soon as the worst part of my night started. Joe loved our rides. He thought it would be great if Beau gave “rides” to other patrons. It had been a big hit, more and more women had showed up and it was taking everything in me not to feel a smidge jealous. It was stupid to feel this way about a man who wasn’t even mine, but my brain was an idiot.
My tables praised me as I checked on them, dropping off refills and taking new orders. A few men attempted to get a little handsy, but I had perfected the art of ‘don’t fucking touch me’. They usually got the hint and if they didn’t, Joe was surprisingly protective when it came to us girls.
I know, shocking.
“Nice riding!” Sandy yelled, leaning against the bar as I put garnishes on an order for one of my tables.
“Thanks!” I yelled, double checking my order before hitting Send.
“You and Beau are looking good together, I swear one day we might see some NC-17?—”
I laughed. “Shut up, Sandy, it’s not like that.”
“Girl, he’s hot, why not?” She waggled her eyebrows.
Loud cheering brought our attention to the bull. Another man was on it with Beau and good lord, it was a sight. They looked incredible.
“Holy hell,” Sandy said.
