Page 7 of Buck This
She handed the beer to Gary Wade, and showed him her ticket, and he started leading her toward the box when she heard it— “Hey. You. Girl.”
She turned to find the cowboy had hopped a few panels and was closer now.
“Yeah?”
“Can you come here?”
“You want me to come in there? With all the bulls running around?”
“Just for a minute.”
This wasn’t her problem. Truly it wasn’t. Whatever was happening wasn’t her problem. But…she’d be lying if she said her curiosity wasn’t piqued to the freakin’ sky right now.
“You owe me,” he ground out. “I saved your life, remember?”
She was already going to come in there before he started pushing, but now she was irritated. “Keeping tabs?”
“Never mind,” the guy gritted out, his face strained. He walked away.
“I was going to just buy you a beer or something,” she called. “Not get run over by a bull for you.”
He turned and looked down the aisle. “You have time. You have to come now though. They have four loaded in the chutes. There’s a break in loading. I’m up next.”
“Buck This Storme,” someone called out.
“I’ll be right there,” the guy yelled, and the anger was back in his eyes.
Holy hell, he was one of the bucking bulls. Buck This Storme? Why did that sound so familiar?
She just stood here with her eyes locked on this stranger. There was pleading in his eyes, and it tugged at her heart. She glanced across the aisle, and there were still no bulls coming.
Fuck it. She sucked down her drink and set the empty on the ground, then climbed the panel. She probably mooned everyone in this dress, and slightly regretted the thong panties she’d worn tonight, but whatever.
She hopped down and scrambled across the alley.
“No humans allowed!” someone yelled from behind her. Torrey threw up a middle finger and climbed the next panel. He was waiting on the other side of this one and grabbed her by the waist the second she was over.
“What do you need?” she asked. “Back massage? Pep talk?”
He was holding her by the wrist and pulled her through an open gate and to a wall in the shadows.
“You’ve got to get in there, and buck real hard, and show them who the fuck you are, and then you—” She gasped as he spun her around and kissed her.
It wasn’t some gentle, sweet kiss. It was violent. It was like kissing a hurricane. She was pinned against the wall, and there was this small voice inside of her head telling her to get the hell out of here, but the bigger voice was saying to stay trapped.
He felt like a tidal wave against her, pinning her down, leaving her breathless.
His hand went to her throat, but it was gentle as he pushed his tongue past her lips.
A little whimper escaped her throat as he gripped her hair in the back and pushed his tongue into her mouth again. Buck This Storme pressed his hips against hers and gripped her right at her waist, holding her in place.
His body jerked, and he pulled away from her, looked behind him and said something, but her mind was in a fog, and she couldn’t understand the words. He shoved something hard, and returned to her, crushed his lips to hers until her mind was swirling.
He cursed into her mouth and was jerked backward.
“Run now,” he gritted out. He jammed his finger at a panel. “Get two over. Do it fast.” His voice was strangled as he pitched forward.
There were two men behind him, yelling something she couldn’t understand.
