Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Diesel smirks. “So standard then?”
“Pretty much.”
The boys and I relax and talk shit, and soon enough, a few of the other guys on the team are showing up and letting loose. They tell me about their shift. It was quiet, which no doubt means our next shift is going to be more chaotic than any of us are prepared for, but if anyone can handle it, it’s my team.
I sit back and listen to the mayhem around me, letting my mind wander, and just as I go to lift the glass of my second beer to my lips, a howling laugh comes tearing through the bar from the back of the room.
My back stiffens, hearing the familiar tone as all eyes turn toward the mechanical bull competition, and there, riding the bull like a fucking cowgirl is Harper-Rayn Madden, her short skirt flying up and flashing every one of my boys.
“Well fuck,” Ace says beside me. “I’d recognize that ass anywhere.”
I grab him by the front of the shirt and pull him in. “What did I tell you about her ass?” I question. “Don’t make me wrap this glass around your head.” He laughs, knowing damn well how to get a rise out of me, and as I make my way toward Harper, I can’t help but notice Ace trailing along. Ace isn’t the type to just sit back and allow shit to happen without stirring the pot, so I turn and meet his stare. “Sit your ass down before I break your legs and make you sit down.”
He laughs again, his gaze shifting over my shoulder to Harper, and there’s no denying the attraction there. “You screw it up with that one and I’ll be right there to take your place.”
I roll my eyes but am thankful when he retreats to the table and drops down with the guys. He says something to Diesel, and when both of the fuckers glance my way, grinning like the morons they are, I can only shake my head.
By the time I reach Harper, the whole team will be watching, and I don’t doubt they’ll have score cards ready to produce for every move I make. Every glance in her direction. Every fucking touch.
Letting out a heavy breath, I stride through the bar, wishing I hadn’t left my drink behind, but judging by the way Harper swings around and laughs on that bull, I can only assume she’s wasted. As I get closer, I notice she has a friend with her, cheering her on, but considering she can barely stand, I have to assume she’s just as drunk as Harper.
I step right up to the side of the ring, crossing my arms over my chest as Harper holds on to the bull with one hand, swinging the other in the air as though she were whipping a lasso. She rocks back and forward, her body being thrown from side to side, and I have no fucking idea how she isn’t throwing up by now. There’s no denying it though, she’s killing this competition.
As she whips back and forth, her gaze locks onto mine, and she lets out an excited squeal, her face splitting with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen. I won’t lie, it warms something in my cold heart.
“New number one,” she whoops.
Her friend sucks in a breath, moving far too close to the mechanical bull to be considered safe. “New number one?” she squeals with excitement, and it takes me a minute to place her. Izabella maybe? Izabelle? I think I met her at Mae and Elias’ wedding. “Holy SHIIIIII—”
The mechanical bull takes her out, slamming into her ass and sending her hurtling face-first into the padded wall of the small arena. She lands with an oomph, holding her glass up high, somehow not spilling a drop, and just as I go to help her, Harper leaps to her feet and bounds toward me.
She drops to the ground, her legs up in the air and her skirt flying up to reveal everything she has to offer. She looks up at me with those big innocent eyes, and I fucking melt. “Harper,” I scold, leaning down and reaching for the front of her skirt and quickly pulling it down before holding out my hand to help her up. Her friend howls with laughter. “Where are your panties?”
Harper laughs and allows me to help her to her feet before gripping my arms as she climbs out of the small arena. A beaming smile rips across her face followed by a quick hiccup. “I lost them,” she laughs. “Poof. They just disappeared. Ripped right off me.”
I gape at her. “They just disappeared, huh?” I resist the urge to look around, assuming that her lack of panties has everything to do with this other asshole she’s been with, the very reason she didn’t want to be exclusive—not that exclusivity was on the table in the first place.