Page 140 of Not Your Ordinary Shifter

Debbie

The rodeo was more than just a rodeo, Debbie quickly realized. There was basically a carnival going on with the rodeo attached. Sure, the audience stands were full, but there were multiple events throughout the day and people going in and out to watch them.

Most of her cousins had already drifted off, either in small groups or with a cowboy escort, to check out the carnival. Normally, Debbie would have been one of them, but she could tell Thor’s real interest was in the events. Hearing him talk about the skills required for each of them made them a lot more interesting. Besides, she didn’t hate having his attention all to herself. She was still a bit surprised he’d gravitated to her over Saskia, but she wasn’t going to complain.

Right now, horse shifters were racing around barrels one by one, competing for the fastest time. Currently riderless, although according to Thor, the next event would be horse shifters with riders, barrel racing. Unlike humans, there were no gender lines drawn. The riders could be male or female, it didn’t matter. It was all about skill and speed.

Debbie decided she liked that, although she didn’t think barrel racing was her speed. Bull riding, however… that soundedlike fun. As soon as she found out Thor was a bull rider, she had plenty of questions for him.

“Have you ever ridden a regular bull?”

“Sure.” He shrugged. “Most of us start out that way in our teens, but there’s not a lot of challenge to it for a shifter. They’re good practice to start, but we all get bored with it pretty quickly. Staying on top of a bull shifter ismuchharder.”

“And you’re good at it?” she asked, enjoying his cockiness. What? She liked a confident man. So did her honey badger. It wanted to snuggle up and maybe claw him a little.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m thebest,” he said, winking. Somehow, he managed to sound as charming as he did arrogant, and Debbie found herself giggling instead of scoffing at his bragging.

“I guess I’ll find out later, won’t I?” she teased. “Assuming you can stay on the bull.”

“Are you doubting me?” he asked, drawing himself up in his seat. There was a twinkle in his blue eyes as he adjusted his hat, pretending to be affronted—mostly pretending. Debbie was pretty sure she’d gotten under his skin a little.

“Well, I’ve never seen you ride. For all I know, you’ll fall off in the first second.”

He snorted. Ooh, now she almost wanted to see him have a bad ride time, just for the fun of it. What? Watching cocky guys get knocked down a peg or two was fun, especially since it usually meant they were more bearable afterward. That he was already enjoyable company was despite his cockiness, not because of it.

“Want to make a bet?” he asked in a low voice, leaning in toward her.

The day was already warm, but now heat zipped through her in an entirely different manner. Her honey badger was into him, too, urging her onward.

Bite, claw… nom nom, stag.Which was her animal’s way of saying it wanted a piece of him.

“What kind of bet?” she asked flirtatiously, leaning toward him as well, so their lips were only a few inches apart. The desire in his blue eyes sparked hot, and one big hand came to rest on her thigh, fingers curving around the limb and making her skin tingle underneath.

“I win the bull riding competition, you come back to my trailer and fulfill all the filthy hot fantasies I’m having about you.”

Debbie’s pussy clenched when he said, ‘filthy hot fantasies’ and wondered if they matched her own. She wasn’t used to being at a man’s beck and call, though, especially in the bedroom. A lot of the men she attracted, even other shifters, were intimidated by the whole honey badger thing. The ones who were cocky enough not to be intimidated could be such assholes that her grumpy honey badger refused to have anything to do with them. Most of her cousins had the same issue.

Some of them slept with the cocky ones and enjoyed cutting them down to size. Debbie had always preferred the guys who let her take charge, even if she’d ultimately get bored when they never spoke up for themselves. Thor’s confidence was attractive, which meant she kept wondering what was wrong with him.

Still, there was no guarantee he would win. She tilted her head at him, raising her eyebrows in challenge.

“And if you don’t?”

His grin widened, fingers pressing against her inner thigh and caressing. The wet heat between her legs swelled in response.

“Then you can come back to my trailer, and I’ll fulfill any filthy hot fantasiesyouhave.”

Pursing her lips, she pretended to think about it, then shrugged.

“I don’t know. If your dick is as big as your ego, there’s no guarantee you’ll know how to use it.” She grinned wickedly up at him, almost daring him to take offense. What? In her experience, the guys with the biggest dicks rarely knew how to use them, relying on size over skill. And Thor’s ego washuge.

Throwing back his head, Thor laughed his ass off, although he didn’t remove his hand from her thigh. Debbie couldn’t stop from grinning in response, even though she wanted to keep poking holes in his confidence.

This time when he leaned back in, his lips brushed against hers when they moved.

“Baby, trust me, no matter who wins this bet, you’re going to be completely satisfied.”

Debbie nipped at his lower lip, but he didn’t jerk back the way most men did. Nope, Thor, the dirty pervert, wrapped his free hand around the back of her neck and turned her nip into a kiss—a panty-melting, knee-weakening, pussy-creaming, full tongue kiss that left her panting.

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