Page 5 of Rodeo Rivals
McKayla
It could’ve been the drinks or maybe the dry spell, but either way, making out with Wyatt in a back booth of a bar when the lights came on wasn’t how McKayla expected to end her night. As the establishment got glaringly bright, she pulled back. Blinking, she ran her fingers along her swollen lips as her eyes adjusted. Hadn’t they just announced last call? Where had the night gone?
“You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here,” the bartender hollered.
Well, that was an interesting conundrum, wasn’t it? Considering her actual home was in Kentucky, she wasn’t about to head there. Though her temporary home wasn’t too far.
“Are you good to drive?” he asked as he curled the end of her hair around his finger.
“I took an Uber here,” she said. “What about you?”
“Let’s go,” the impatient bar worker snapped.
With a nod, Wyatt scooted out of the booth so she could follow. Thankfully, they weren’t thelastones to leave, but they had definitely overstayed their welcome. What time was it anyway?
Wyatt draped an arm over her shoulders. “I’m good. I had two beers.”
She’d had four drinks herself. McKayla definitely shouldn’t be behind the wheel. Which was why she had planned on someone else taking her home. Someone she paid.
“Do you need a ride?” he asked, begging the question rattling in her brain.
As they exited the bar into the darkness of the night, she considered the risk of getting in a vehicle with the guy she barely knew. The two of them in close quarters—what’s the worst that could happen?
5
McKayla
When a guy kissed as skillfully as Wyatt, could McKayla really be blamed for throwing her sense of self-preservation out the window?
Yes.
Absolutely, but she refused to feel bad about it. She needed to get her rocks off, and he seemed to be more than willing to see to that. She was still in her twenties. Wasn’t shesupposedto be making poor decisions in life?
As Wyatt gripped her hair at the base of her skull, the sensation of his hold zinged straight through to her core. She shuddered and skimmed her fingers along the bottom hem of his shirt. Did he have a six-pack or was he soft? She had to find out.
With a slight tug, he urged her head backward slightly and deepened his kiss. His tongue slid along hers in a devious dalliance of passion. If it wasn’t for the center console, the two of them probably would’ve screwed right then and there in the parking lot of either the bar or his hotel.
Actually, she wondered why he bothered taking her back to his hotel. He had a rather expensive truck bed camper. From what she could tell, it even had a tip out. So it had to be far roomier than hers.
Then again, the type of fucking she hoped for required a bit of leg room. While exceedingly convenient and practical, there wasn’t much space in those bunks. So, she had high hopes for Wyatt as he groaned and broke their intense make-out session.
Pulling back but keeping his hand in her hair, he rested his forehead against hers. “You taste amazing.”
“Thanks.” She smirked. “It’s the bourbon.”
His chest shook slightly as he chuckled. “I want more.” He sat farther back and looked her in the eye. “Are you up for it?”
“As long as it’s more than an eight-second ride.”
As he furrowed his brows, he cocked his head ever so slightly. Was he confused by her reference? Between the hat, the shirt, and the rather large belt buckle, he wore the uniform of a cowboy. No one dressed like that wasn’t into the rodeo. He had to be a fan.
When the grin spread across his face, she nodded internally. He knew. He got it.
“Only one way to find out.” The dome light turned on as he opened the door. “Giddyup.”
Wyatt
Did McKayla know him? Wyatt wasn’t a headliner or anything. He wasn’t at the top of the rankings, but he sure as shit wasn’t a slouch. He held his own in the arena. The comment about the eight-second ride really caught him off guard. Shehadto know him. Why else would she say that? No one referred to riding like that unless they were familiar with rodeo.
