Page 28 of Wrangling Nash

Chapter 23: Jovie

The announcer had informed me that my bull’s name was Thunder Bullet, but at the moment, the friction caused by Thunder Bullet's slow rocking back and forth against my clit that was barely covered by a thin strip of jean shorts, I was only thinking of one bullet, the one that I kept in my bedside table and used as I thought about Nash late at night.

I couldn’t wait to get home later and use it while thinking about the heated gaze he was giving me right now. His eyes were so dark, green, and possessive. If I hadn’t been so damn turned on, I might have been scared.

My hips rocked back and forth, trying to stay in tempo with the waves of the bull as Thunder Bullet picked up his pace, spinning me around again causing me to lose focus on Nash in the crowd.

On his next pause, he bucked down in an attempt to throw me off and that's when I caught him again. This time Nash was right up front for the action. His beer was gone, and he was watching me with those dark, piercing eyes and his arms were folded across his chest. There was a menacing look on his face as if he was going to punish me for my public bull riding.

I hope he does.

Images projected in my brain of Nash taking me over his knee and giving me a spanking before fucking me against a wall until I forgot my name.

With those visions in my head I figured, why not poke the bull, and decided to commit to the show. If Nash was going to punish me later for my showy ride, I might as well feed into it and make my punishment good.

On the next spin, I tossed Clay's hat from my head, released one hand, and gyrated my hips back and forth even harder, plastering the biggest smile on my face. The crowd erupted in cheers, with men hollering expletives and the entire space rallying loudly for Savannah and me. The bookie announced an increase in speed, and suddenly, the once-gentle rocking of the bull beneath me transformed into a full-blown frenzy.

Amid the chaos, I caught a glimpse of Savannah with a wide smile across her face. Then, after one more powerful buck, I watched her gracefully fly off. The crowd went wild, but there was no stopping my departure as Thunder Bullet delivered me one last buck, causing me to release my thighs. I somersaulted off the side, landing on the corner of the cushioned pen, while the audience erupted in applause.

Sweaty hands reached into the pen to high-five and help me as I stood up. Taking a dramatic bow, I grabbed my cowboy hat, tipped it to the crowd and sauntered off toward the podium where Savannah and the bookie were already waiting.

“Well folks, I think we’ve got our winner. Little Jovie here made it a whole three minutes. Let’s give her a round of applause! She sure knows how to ride.” he bellowed.

The crowd erupted in cheers again as the bookie raised my hand triumphantly, and I concluded the exhilarating bull ride with another dramatic curtsy, ending in a hug with Savannah. As our embrace loosened, I couldn’t help but notice Nash’s intense gaze from behind her, appearing almost murderous. Stepping down from the podium, I pretended to ignore him and attempted to disappear into the crowd, but it was too late. Nash’s firm grip closed around my waist, pulling me towards a side door and out of the venue.

“Hey!” I protested. “What are you doing?”

Nash was panting with fury, and away from the noise, I realized I was too. But it wasn't from anger, it was because I was so damn turned on. The bull ride had been like forepay to me and feeling Nash’s length against my back as he guided me out of the bar only fueled my desire. His eyes bore a possessive and dark look, and I found myself yearning for him to claim every part of me. I wanted him to kiss me, I just wasn’t sure what the hell was holding him back.

I knew he was about a second away from his tough façade slipping so I figured I’d push him over the edge as I gently tipped my cowboy hat low like he had the day we'd met, swiveled on my heel and headed back inside.

“My fans are calling for me.” I spoke over my shoulder. However, before I could take a single step, Nash swiftly scooped me up in his strong arms and threw me over his shoulder before marching towards Wylie’s truck. Once he tossed me into the passenger seat and slammed the door shut, he vented a string of expletives at the sky with his back turned to me.

I watched as his shoulders visibly tensed before he took a deep breath, blew it out, and then pulled out his cell phone to dial a number.

“Clay?”

Pause.

“Yes, I'm with her. She's going home."

Pause.

"Either get the hell out here now or your ass is getting left behind.”

Pause.

“Fine. If Wyatt isn’t drinking.”

Pause.

“Ok, good. I’ll see you later. Be safe.”

He clicked off his phone and stomped around to the driver’s side door, opening it aggressively and sitting down as he jammed his keys into the ignition.

“I wasn’t ready to go.” I pouted even though I was hoping our departure meant we were headed back to my grandfather’s place together to finish what we’d started last weekend on the couch.

“Don’t care.” Nash spoke grabbing the stick shift to Wylie's truck and putting it in drive.

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