Page 80 of Buck ’Em Cowgirl

I hesitated only a second before pressing Play again.

Beau filled the screen—filthy, drenched in sweat, his jaw tight as he strapped onto the bull again for a replay.

My stomach clenched.

Why did he look so good? Why did this look so thrilling, so dangerous, so unlike anything I’d ever been a part of?

My entire life, I’d been told I wasn’t enough. Not strong enough. Not tough enough. Not woman enough.

Watching the way he commanded control over something that should’ve been uncontrollable . . .

Heat coiled low in my stomach, my breath hitching as my fingers drifted under the waistband of my cotton sleep shorts, tugging my thong aside.

“My friend back at home,” I murmured, voice dripping with sarcasm as my fingers slipped inside, my body reacting before my mind could stop it.

I put the video on repeat so I could continue to watch the way Beau took control over that bull, while my fingers dipped into my aching, wet pussy.

A man who rides a bull like that knows how to fuck.

I knew this from firsthand experience, yet it wasn’t enough to quench the thirst I had.

I squeezed my thighs together as my fingers found my clit and circled slowly. Beau’s voice growled through my mind, thick, dripping with heat.

“You gonna be good for me, baby? Or do I gotta teach you how to take my cock?”

A sharp breath left my lips as I pressed down harder, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles.

The memory of that night in the hotel slammed into me. The way he’d owned me that night—his palm firm against my throat as he spread me open, his spit dripping onto my tongue before he’d kissed me so fucking deep it made my head spin.

“That’s it. Take it. You’re mine tonight.”

I gasped, dipping my fingers lower, sliding through the slickness pooling between my thighs.

I had been. His. That night, in that hotel room, under his touch, I had belonged to him. The burn of his cock stretching me open, the way his hips moved brutally slow, teasing, taunting, making me whimper, making me beg⁠—

“You want it, baby? Say it. Tell me how bad you wanna be fucked.”

I moaned, my back arching off the mattress as I thrust my fingers inside me, my free hand gripping the sheets.

“That’s what I like to hear.”

My fingers worked faster, chasing that same sensation, that same blissful ruin he had given me.

The way he had praised me, ruined me, fucked me senseless—it had been like nothing else.

“You feel that, baby? Feel how wet you are for me?”

The video of him riding burned into my mind, blending with the memory of him grinding against me, his cock buried deep inside.

I spread my legs wider, circling my clit faster, panting now, drowning in the mix of reality and the past.

“That’s right. Fucking take it. Such a good girl when you wanna be.”

I whimpered, my toes curling, my body tightening, chasing the peak.

I needed it.

I needed him.