“Good, I don’t want to be sorry about it either,” I said, adjusting myself so she knew how much she had affected me.
Iris glanced down, blushing, grabbing her purse.
“I’ll see you later?” She looked over her shoulder.
“Yeah,” I said. “Have a good night, Iris.”
“You too, Beau,” she said, opening the door and leaving.
I took a deep breath, willing myself to calm down before I went out on the floor. Once I was ready, I went out, ready for aslow night, but of course it wasn’t. By nine o’clock all the tables were filled with standing room only. I had already done my turn on the bull, but Joe requested I do another turn since we had a group of women come in. Making sure all my tables had refills, I made my way to Joe, who announced me.
A familiar cowboy leaned against the bar, tipping his hat with that sexy grin of his. Nash looked damn good, all dressed up and clean cut. I winked as I passed him, getting into the ring and hopping onto the bull. I took my apron off, throwing it at Joe as the bull started to move. My body came alive, instinctually moving, as I rolled my hips, throwing my hands up in the air. The bull turned aggressively as I let myself go with the flow, turning around as it dipped.
It was hard to see much of the crowd from here with all the movement. I couldn’t help but look for him and I knew it was stupid, reckless even, but I searched for him. I blamed it on Iris, for getting me all horny. I wanted to make sure Nash was watching me as I rolled my hips, wondering if he was imagining me in a naughty way.
Nash’s eyes were expressive. I know what I saw the first night; he wanted me. One revolution around and I didn’t see him anymore. Disappointment hit me hard. Did he leave while I was riding?That was fucking rude.
“Mind if I get a ride?”
I stared at a hand touched my leg. Nash stood next to me as the bull’s head dipped and he jumped on.
“Oh, Cowboy, you sure you're up for this kind of ride,” I said, rolling my hips dramatically.
“Give me all you got,” he said, as the tables of women cheered loudly.
On the next lift, I stood up, using the rope I had them install not too long ago. I lingered so his face was close to my crotch before I swung around the back of the bull using my motion tosit right behind it. I pushed him down as the bull leaned forward like I was fucking him. Nash looked so good bent over, my mouth watered at the sight, but I didn’t let myself get lost, I was at work and I was a performer. I stood up again and swung to the front, straddling him, gaining more noise from the ladies.
“Fuck, Beau.” Nash mouthed.
I leaned forward. “That’s all you get for today.”
Leaning up, I used my legs to push him off the bull and I stood. The bar laughed as I smirked, seeing him just lying there with a playful smile. A woman made her way to me and Nash helped her up. I continued my little show, feeling Nash’s eyes on me the entire time. It was almost like I was performing on camera, it was a thrill, a rush that I craved.
The bar slowed down around eleven after the group of women left. A few people stuck around, regulars who stayed until we closed. I started closing duties because I was ready to go home. Nash stayed at the bar, speaking to Mindy who laughed occasionally, leaning over the bar to show her tits to him. I had the urge to tell her to back off, but I didn’t know if it was my jealousy or if it was for Iris’s sake.
Why did I have to lust after a married man?
Nash must have felt my eyes on him. He turned around catching my gaze and he smirked, that same cocking smirk I had met him with. I rolled my eyes, going back to work. Luckily, Joe cut me, saying he and the girls would close. He didn’t have to tell me twice since he always bounced. I went to the break room, grabbing my jacket, leaving my apron.
I waved to the girls as I was leaving, feeling a few death glares, but I didn’t care. They could take it up with Joe. I put in my fair share of nights alone, when they got to leave with Joe. Nash was putting down some cash as I walked by the bar. I waved to Mindy, nodding at Nash, trying not to bring attentionto us. No one knew he and Iris were married, but flirting with him felt forbidden.
The cool night felt good on my overheated skin. I still needed a light jacket to go out, but the nights were warming up. Everyone was ready for the spring. The locals kept saying this time of the year was the most beautiful. I was used to the concrete jungle, it was excited to see what Sterling Ridge looked like when everything was blooming.
“Beau!”
My heart raced as I recognized the voice.
“Go home, Nash,” I said, unlocking my car.
“No,” he said defiantly, catching up to me.
I grinned, wondering where this was going, my horniness was willing to play even if I knew it was a dumb idea.
“What do you want?” I asked, in a bored tone.
I turned around to see him coming closer.
“I want to say thanks for the ride,” he smirked, boxing me into my car.
