Hitching the Cowboy (Circle B Ranch 1)

“Look who’s talkin’, Romeo.” I grunt, scanning my eyes down his similar outfit.

Diesel chuckles, grabbing his wallet and phone off his bed. “I’m the birthday boy. I gotta look fuckable.” He plasters on a wide, cheesy grin that causes me to snort.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go,” I say, getting my shit, then walking behind him out the door.

We find the meeting place for the tour bus, which is already booming with loud screaming and music. I’ve never seen anything like it and know tonight is definitely going to be one I’ll never forget.

“I think this is it,” Diesel says. “I call dibs on the bride-to-be.” He waggles his brows before stepping up the stairs.

“Oh my God.” I groan, following him. “Should’ve known this was a bad idea the second you blurted it out.”

He pats my back as soon as we’re on the bus, shoulder to shoulder with partygoers. “You’ll be thanking me, man. Guaranteed.”

“You guys showed up!” Summer shouts with a drink in her hand. She’s wearing an obnoxious crown and sash like last night, but this time, she has a pink boa around her neck.

“Wasn’t about to miss out on the bachelorette party.” I wink at Zoey, then push my way through the crowd and sit down next to her. The seats line the windows to give everyone a view of the pole in the middle. Diesel immediately helps himself to the fully stocked bar in the back.

“You’re aware a bachelorette party means girls only, right?” she teases, crossing her legs.

“Are you saying no boys allowed?”

“Not unless you’re the strippers,” Chelsea answers.

“Now that can be arranged…” Diesel stands and starts unbuttoning his shirt.

“Sit your ass down,” I tell him, pulling on his arm. “We’ve all seen the show, and it’s not that impressive. Never has been.”

Zoey pulls back, giving me a look with her brows raised. “You’ve seen his strip show more than once?”

Diesel chuckles, not denying it.

“We grew up together. Just because the bastard’s finally legal doesn’t mean it’s his first time drinking or stripping. Alcohol makes him loose.”

“We’re also roommates,” Diesel says.

“Ahh…this is all making so much more sense.” Zoey laughs.

“Let me grab you a drink before we get to the club. What’s your poison?” I ask, making my way toward the bar. “No girly shit here, though.”

Zoey rolls her eyes at my accusation. “Good, because I like the hard stuff.”

I arch a brow. Interesting.

“Alright, I’ll get us some shots then. Get this party started for real.” I smirk, then walk up to the bartender and order. After he hands them over, I go back to Zoey and give her one.

“To a night we’ll never forget…” she says in a slow, seductive tone that alerts my dick to how close she is to me.

“Cheers.” We clink glasses, then shoot the booze down.

A night I’ll never forget indeed.

Before we arrive at our first destination, Zoey and I are three shots in. With each one, she became more courageous, moving closer to me, and now, she’s nearly sitting in my lap. Not that I mind, because there’s obvious chemistry between us, one I wish I could explore for more than one night. But I’m taking whatever I can get.

The bus eventually slows in front of the first club of the evening. The perks of this tour include no cover charges or waiting in line, and we get full VIP access. Not too bad, considering the price wasn’t outrageous. Every stop is ninety minutes long, and there’s a set time and location to meet before the bus takes off again. If we’re not there, we’ll be left behind.

As soon as we’re inside, we immediately go to the bar and order drinks.

“Do you dance, cowboy?” Zoey taunts, giving me a sweet, seductive look that’s hard to resist. “Or is two-stepping more your thing?”

I smirk, admiring how damn cute she is. “Why don’t we hit the dance floor, and you can find out for yourself, Arizona?”

She removes her straw and sucks down the rest of her drink. “Show me whatcha got.”

Drake’s “One Dance” blasts through the speakers, and I take her hand, guiding her out. The moment her back touches my chest, my hips move to the beat of the music. Pressing one hand to her stomach and grasping her waist with the other, we sway in sync as she looks over her shoulder.

“You’ve got some moves, who knew?” she teases, but I see the blush creeping up her neck and face.

The corner of my lips tilts into a knowing grin. She hasn’t seen anything yet.

We continue to dance, our bodies rubbing together until Cardi B starts. Zoey pops her ass out, then drops to the floor. Amused, I watch the private show she’s giving me, though it’s not really private, considering the swarm of people around us. But I know this is for me.