Page 44 of Rough Ride

Johnny: Now THAT’S the response I was hoping to get. I must have missed you slipping out this morning.

Me: I left around two. I sleep better in my own bed.

Johnny: Normally, I’d be offended. But last night was so damn good that I’ll let it slide.

Johnny: Let me know when you want to do it again.

I stared at the last text and wondered what I should say. Before responding, I had to figure out what I wanted. Was last night just a one-time thing, or did I want to keep it going?

That question continued to pester me, so I wrote him something vague.

Me: Might have to wait—tonight’s my only night off for the next week, and I already have plans.

Johnny: All good. Probably for the best, since I need to focus on my next event. But I’ll be thinking about last night for a while, Sky Eyes.

Me: Me too, Cowboy Cock.

Johnny: …

Johnny: Cowboy Cock?

Me: What? You’re allowed to give me a nickname based on your favorite part of me, but I can’t do the same?

Johnny: First of all, I’m glad my cock is your favorite part of me. Little Johnny is mighty fond of you, too.

Johnny: And second, your eyes are definitely not my favorite part of you. Not anymore.

Me: Oh? Which is your favorite now?

Johnny: I’ll tell you whenever we get around to that second date ;-)

Damn. That was a good line. Now I definitely didn’t want last night to be a one-time thing.

“Of course you don’t!” Liz exclaimed while we walked down Magnolia Boulevard, a swanky street south of downtown Fort Worth full of shops, bars, and restaurants. We had already gotten burgers at Gusto’s, and were now walking to the bar for drinks. “That man made you comefour timesin a single night. You should marry him.”

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

“I would,” Liz insisted. “It took months of dating Travis before he figured out how to make me come. And even though he now knows how todrive this tractor, so to speak, he’s never made me come four times.”

We showed our IDs to the bouncer at The Usual and then walked inside. The lights were low in the bar, and there was a pretty good crowd tonight filling the tables. We ordered drinks at the bar, went into the adjacent room of the bar, and found a booth tucked away against a wall.

“It’s nice to have someone else serveusalcohol for a change,” I commented after our drinks arrived.

“It’s nice to be around college kids, too,” Liz muttered while looking around. “I normally hate all the rich TCU students, but they’re half as annoying as the rodeo crowd. But I’m not letting you change the subject, Sophie. Last night was fun? You don’t regret it?”

“I definitely don’t regret it, and yes, it was fun,” I replied.

“See? I’m the one who said you need to let loose every once in a while!”

“You were right,” I admitted. “I think the best part was that we were both sober. I like getting sloppy as much as the next girl, but we were both sofocusedlast night. We walked around with his dog, eating hot dogs and ice cream and learning about each other. Once I got to know Johnny, it was easier to sleep with him.That’swhy I was able to come four times. I was comfortable and relaxed around him.”

She rolled her eyes. “Like I said: Travis has never made me come four times, and I know literally everything about him.”

“It was fun,” I continued. “But it’s not serious. Obviously, he’s going back home to Colorado at the end of the rodeo.”

“You don’t want to try the long-distance thing?”

I scoffed. “Is that a serious question? Hell, no. Long-distance sucks.”

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