Page 18 of Wild Omegas
I intend it to come out as a cheeky joke but he just looks at me deadpan. His gaze does a quick skim of my small form and he shrugs. “Don’t let go.”
Reassuring, truly.
“Thanks.”
He nods and waves me to the line. I watch two more women and one man get thrown off but another man manages to stay on despite being absolutely drunk. Afterwards, he sways away back toward a table of hollering men lifting beers in his honor.
Hilarious, I think dryly as I make my way to the bull and climb on.
It feels like every pair of eyes in this bar is on me. They very likely are. Even I couldn’t help but watch the previous victims mount this thing.
I grab on to the small leather loop as my thighs straddle the bull for dear life. The loop is the only hand-hold but I’ve ridden horses. I know how to stay on.
It occurs to me as the bull starts up that the last time I rode a horse was over a decade ago.
The mechanical bull starts off slow and easy. Every now and then it bucks but not wild, and I’m able to look up to my table of alphas and see their grins. They’re enjoying this so far, it seems, and I’m pretty sure it’s notentirelybecause at this angle, my ass is very suggestively positioned.
The speed picks up. I squeeze my thighs and try not to think about this position with any of those alphas instead of this mechanical bull. For starters, they couldn’t be as wildly bucking as this thing, right?
The bull operator tries to throw me off. The machine shoots forward but I hold on. The crowd hollers and whoops. I bear down. So far, this is going better than I could’ve hoped for. Maybe I’ve blown this whole thing out of proportion. It’s a far cry from theactualbull-riding that Luke does at rodeos but it’ssomething, and it’s something I’m not failing at, and as stupid as that sounds, it makes me happy.
It gives me hope.
The operator tries several more times but I hang on. There’s a part of me that knows this is more a show for everyone watching than it is a real feat of skill or something. But to me, it all matters.
Especially when I seemyalphas watching. Which they are with raised eyebrows and less then wholesome smirks. The fingers around their beer glasses are gripped tight, and the eye contact is dead on. Except when their gazes wander to where my hips meet the mechanical bull.
Oh yes. If there was any doubt before, it’s gone now: They’re interested. I am, too. And I know this is probably a disaster waiting to happen. One alpha pack already left me behind. But if something more than simple friendship evolves while we live together for the next year, should I really push them away?
The operator ends my ride and I hop off to the sound of a drunk crowd’s applause. I take an overdramatic bow and head back to my table of alphas who have not yet rearranged their faces.
So instead, I flash them a beaming smile and say, “What? Did you think I couldn’t ride?”
CHAPTER 10
Brooks
“What?Did you think I couldn’t ride?”
I have to bite my cheek to keep from telling her I wish she’d rideme. Because holyfuck. City girl canride.
To be fair, it’s a fake bull in a bar meant to challenge but not kill drunk people. But she is still every bit as amazing as she was up on that thing, thighs clenched to stay on, bent slightly over so her ass?—
“You did amazing,” Luke says as he welcomes her back with a hug. Lucky fuck.
Josie tucks into his side for a moment before hugging Carson and then, finally, me. “Thank you, thank you. Simply a bar trick, that’s all.”
Could make it a home trick, too.
Jesus, I need to calm the fuck down. But I can’t. And thank god there’s now a table in addition to my jeans hiding my rock hard length from view. This wild omega is going to draw me into a fucking rut if she’s not careful. All wild eyes, cheeks flushed, and floral honey-scented.
Maybe she’s purposely trying to putallof us in a rut just for fun.
Calm the fuck down, you idiot.
I drink some beer. I’m not sure that’s going to help, though. It makes it all too easy to busy myself with thoughts of Josie’s thighs rather than keeping my mouth from saying anything stupid.
“Well, now that I’ve been showed up,” Luke says as he rises from the table. “Guess I should reclaim some honor.” He heads down to the bull next. He’ll stay on, but he’ll provide a good show for the rest of the bar, and Josie.
