It was a stunt. I knew the PRCA rules inside and out—it wasn’t illegal. Soon as that chute popped tomorrow night, everyone would lose their minds. Even if I didn’t finish in the top five, no sponsor would drop me after that kind of exposure.
Outlaw wanted a show? I’d give them a damn spectacle.
Footsteps stopped outside the hotel room, and the door clicked open.
“Brock?”
I reached back and untied the knot, pulling the silk down around my neck. Sienna stepped into the room, fresh from grabbing drinks with Wren. She had on a short denim dress and her favorite cowboy boots, the ones that made her legs look about ten miles long.
I reached for the felt Stetson still sitting on the dresser and settled it low over my brow, adjusting the brim with one hand.
A small, amused smile tipped the corners of her mouth. “What were you doing with that bandana?”
Shit.
I leaned back against the dresser, crossing my arms to play it casual. “It’s a wild rag, Starlin’. Not a bandana.”
She crossed the room and stopped right in front of me, head tilted. “Okay… what were you doing with the wild rag?”
“Just testing it. Seeing how much I can actually see through the thing.”
“Why?”
I held her gaze for half a second, mind racing. Then, a slow grin tugged at my mouth.
“Because tonight I was planning to blindfold you with it, tie it nice and tight, and tease you till you’re shaking.”
Her eyes went wide, lips parting. A low surge of satisfaction hit my chest. It worked.
She stared at me for a long second, then stepped closer, voice low but clear. “Yes, please.”
My cock throbbed hard, the denim of my jeans suddenly feeling way too tight.
“Alright then, darlin’… Turn around for me.”
She turned without hesitation, offering me her back. I stepped in close, folded the dark silk again, and tied it snug over her eyes.
“How does it feel?” I asked, my voice low against her ear.
“Smooth,” she whispered.
“You like not being able to see what I’m gonna do to you?” I asked, my thumb tracing her jaw.
She gave a small, breathless nod.
“You trust me?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Good. Then hold on.”
I slid my hands under her hips and lifted her easily. She let out a delighted yelp as I carried her the few steps to the bed, then sat on the edge and settled her across my lap, her back flush to my chest. I tilted my hat back slightly so the brim wouldn’t catch her hair.
I ran one hand slowly up her thigh, pushing the denim dress higher. My fingers hooked into her lace underwear and pushed it down her thighs.
I whispered right against her ear, rough and low. “I’ve been thinking about this all damn day… spreading these pretty legs, and teasing you till you’re soaking.”
I dragged two fingers slowly through her. She was already getting wet. I grinned against her neck, my voice dropping even lower.
