Page 19 of A Taste of Whiskey
When she pulled up to the big barn, it was surrounded by displaced hay bales, an old tractor, ancient horse tack, boxes from her and Birdie’s old bedrooms, broken skateboards, old tools, and a plethora of other junk. She parked the ATV and followed her brothers’ voices around to the other side of the barn.
“I could do this all day long,” Cowboy hollered.
“Sully says otherwise,” Dare called out.
“I’m going to beat you both,” Doc said.
She stopped cold at the sight of each of them stretched between two hay bales facing the ground, with their hands on one hay bale, feet on another, and Hula-Hoops around their waists, their hips moving in a humping motion. Kenny Graber, a teenager who had gone through their program and had stayed on to work at the ranch part time and train with Billie on motocross was filming them on his phone.
“Whatthe heck are you doing?” she asked. “Why are youhula-humpingwith our Hula-Hoops?”
“They’re trying to beat my best time,” Dare said proudly.
“He’s got them beat by twenty seconds. I’ve got it all on video,” Kenny announced.
“You guys are nuts,” Sasha said. “Keep our Hula-Hoops out of your cowboy stunts.”
Doc looked over and lost his balance.“Shit!”The guys cracked up as he fell to the side, bitching about Sasha ruining his concentration.
Their voices turned to white noise as beyond where Doc had been perched, she saw Ezra stretched between two hay bales. He was shirtless, jeans riding low on his hips, the hard planes of his body glistening with sweat, muscles flexing as he humped the hell out of the air, the Hula-Hoop swirling around his waist. Her mind sprinted down a dark trail, imagining how good it would feel to be lying beneath him, naked, as he drove his hard cock into her. Heat rushed through her. He looked over, a slow grin crawling across his handsome face, and her mouth went bone dry.
Doc strode over. “Did you bring water?”
“Yeah, I need water,” she said absently, unable to look away from the man who was currently feeding her fantasies.
“Sasha,” Doc snapped, startling her out of her reverie.
“Sorry.Yes.It’s on the ATV. I brought sandwiches, too.” She started to go with him around the barn, hoping he didn’t notice she’d been gawking, and couldn’t help taking one last look at all the hotness that was Ezra Moore.
“Quit staring,” Doc said.
Shit.“I was just admiring his Hula-Hoop technique,” she said as they strode around to the front of the barn.
“Yeah, right,” Doc grumbled.
As he chugged a bottle of water, she heard Dare and Cowboy bitching a blue streak. A minute later they came around the corner of the barn with Ezra. Her gaze was drawn like metal to magnet to his glistening broad chest and to those muscles that made girls stupid. The ones by his hips that formed aV and disappeared beneath the waist of his low-slung jeans.
“Hey, Sash. You got some water for the champ?” Ezra’s fists shot into the air.
“Here.” Doc tossed him a bottle.
She blinked away her lust-induced stupor. “I can see these fools hula-humping.” She hiked a thumb at Dare and Cowboy. “But how did they getyoutwo to do it?”
“We goaded them into doing it,” Dare answered.
“They called them chickenshits,” Kenny added.
“That’s not why I did it.” Ezra flashed a cocky grin. “Someone had to show these boys how a man moves.”
“I’d say you accomplished that.” Sasha fanned her face, earning glares from her brothers.
“Yup. I’ve still got it.” Ezra guzzled some water.
“You don’t have shit,” Doc said.
“Don’t be jealous because I am the master humper,” Ezra said, and Cowboy and Dare cracked up.
I bet you are.
