“I’m the dangerous one.” He smirks before dipping me.
“And why is that?”
“Because, I’m honest about what I want. My brother will pretend he wants to date you where as I will tell you straight up he only wants to take you home and fuck you.”
“And you? What do you want?”
“I don’t know yet. That’s to be determined.”
“Wow…um okay. That is quite some honesty there, but I can respect your game.”
“No games. That’s Zane.”
“Right. Well thanks for the dance but I should probably call it a night. I have a lot to do. Like find a job.”
“You need a job?”
“Yeah why? You hiring?”
“Can you swim? Wild Horse Acres is looking for a lifeguard.”
“Okay this is too weird. I have worked as a lifeguard every summer since I was seventeen.”
“See job problem solved. Let me buy you a drink.”
“I’ll bite. One drink.” His eyes linger on mine but before I can form a reaction, I see Zane taking some chick to the bathroom. I can’t believe I kissed him.
Maybe that beer went straight to my head.
I follow Lucas to his table where one drink turns into three.
I learn that Lucas is a rodeo man. A real cowboy. But he also works at Rowdy’s as a bouncer and he operates the mechanical bull.
“Will you teach me to ride?”
“You wanna ride?”
“Well not a real bull obviously but yeah. I think it could be fun.”
“Follow me, sweetheart, I’m about to make all your dreams come true.”
I grab my beer and follow him to the dimly lit area that houses the bull ride.
“We won’t get into trouble, will we? You won’t like lose your job or something will you?”
“Nah, I know the owner.” He winks. I can see the resemblance between him and his brother. They have the same sexy blue eyes and matching sexy smirks. “Come on.”
I take one last swig of my beer and pray I don’t hurt myself or look dumb.
The bar is mainly empty now and Sienna along with her man who I have learned is a tattoo artist are watching as I climb up on the bull.
Lucas climbs up behind me. “First time, I’ll ride with you to show you what to do.” His dark voice grits in my ear so sexy it is shiver inducing.
With one hand around my waist he holds me tight against him. His cologne invades my senses. Do all Texas guys smell so damn good?
“Are you right or left handed?” he questions as he positions my dominant hand palm up on the handle. “Hold your left up to maintain your balance. Hit it Terry,” he calls out to Sienna’s old man.
The bull begins to move slowly, tilting forward and backward. If I wasn’t so focused on not falling off, this moment might be highly erotic. My ass is practically bouncing on Lucas’ groin.