Page 51 of Big Daddy Bull Riders

“What I want to know,” Jackson said, “is if you think his is better than mine!” He smiled, too, letting them know he was just playing around. “But I suppose we can explore that in a minute. Right now, I want to know how you’re really doing.” His eyes fell to Slater.

Slater could feel the weight of his gaze as it landed upon him. He’d been there to support him on every ride, down there in the arena, right beside the chutes. But Slater still knew the other man was a bundle of nerves every time he watched his friend climb on the back of a bull.

And rightfully so. Maybe he was onto something.

“I’m fine,” Slater replied. “But… even as stubborn as I am… I’ll admit this hurts a lot worse than it used to.”

Standing a few feet away, his eyes still trained on Slater, Jackson chortled. “Yeah, because you’re a lot older than you used to be!”

Slater opened his mouth to throw out a witty retort, but kept silent when he realized he didn’t have one. Jackson was right. He was just getting old.

“I might be getting on up there in years, but you’re two years older than me!”

Jackson bobbed his head in concession of the point.

“And I’m not too old that I can’t show that little girl over there a good time.” Slater pointed at Mina.

“What happened to your dick being all shriveled like a prune?” Jackson teased.

“You heard our cutie. Even shrunk to half its size it’s still plenty big enough to do the job.”

Slater watched as Jackson cast a glance over his shoulder toward Mina and then back at him. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”

“You know I am,” Slater confirmed.

Mina was in a fit of giggles now as she got up and started running away from them. Slater laughed when he realized Jackson had already shirked out of every stitch of clothing he’d had on and was giving chase.

“Ah, hell,” Slater said, standing up and letting the cold water fall off his body as he climbed out of the metal trough, the ice shifting loudly in his wake. “It’s on now.”

He zipped past Sir Dogsworth, seeing the retriever watching the chase with a curious expression in his big, brown eyes.

Mina ran in a big circle through the swath of grass that constituted the backyard between the house and the barn, laughing the entire time.

“You go that way, I’ll go this way,” Jackson said.

The naked men split up and headed opposite directions. Eventually they met in the middle, sandwiching the still-laughing Mina between them.

“I think this cutie is in for it,” Slater announced.

“She sure is,” Jackson agreed.

Slater scooped her up, threw her over his right shoulder, and started marching toward the house.

Mina couldn’t stop giggling.

It was evident she was ready.

* * *

Slater was on his knees in front of the bed, along with Jackson, while Mina lay on the edge of it, her legs spread wide open.

Slater feasted upon her flowing womanhood, savoring the flavor with his eyes closed, lapping at her sodden slit and moving to her clit.

“When’s my turn?” Jackson asked.

Slater couldn’t tear himself away just yet. He could sense Mina was close and he wanted to be the one to push her over the edge into orgasmic bliss. But he couldn’t deny his ol’ pard, either. That didn’t seem very fair. So, he took one more moment to consume his little girl and then moved aside.

“Have at it. Just save me some.”

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