Stories From The 6 Train 1(21)

“Then when you slip the rope around her, you have to move quickly. Binding them up. Keeping them under control. Submissive.”

Holy shit. I can’t explain it, but the words coming out his mouth are the best kind of tease I’ve ever heard. They make me want to be all tied up in his rope.

“Sounds like you have a lot of experience,” I manage.

His smile is wicked, full of intent. He leans in close, his breath teasing my neck. “Like you said earlier, I know what I’m doing.”





20





Colt





This girl is just as wild as her bright red curls that are just begging for me to dive my hands into. I can tell by the way her eyes cloud with lust at my words.

She is totally up for my kind of fun.

“Want me to show you?” I ask with a smirk.

She quirks a brow, her lips curving up. “If you’re lucky.”

I chuckle. Oh yeah. She’s a little firecracker in bed. I know it. And there is nothing I’d rather do than take her back to my hotel and prove my theory.

Later.

Right now we’re out having a good time. “Who’s ready for another round?” I call out to our group. A resounding cheer of agreement sends me up to the bar, where I order another round of shots.

After we all down the drinks, I eye Cydney, tipping my chin toward the mechanical bull. “You ever tried that out?”

She laughs, her curls flying around like fire as she shakes her head. “No, and I’m not about to start now.

“Scared you can’t stay on if it bucks too hard?”

Her eyes sear into mine. “If it bucks to hard, I’ll just get off.”

A slow smile spreads across my face at the heavy innuendo. “You think it’s that easy to get off?”

She leans in close and winks. “If you know what you’re doing. And I do.”

Hell yeah. This night is shaping up better than expected.

I hook a finger into the pocket of her jeans and tug her toward me. “Show me.”

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and my dick is so hard I’m ready to take her into the back and see just what she can do with that sexy mouth.

Her eyes blaze. “Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Turning to her friend, she grabs her arm. “Come on. Time for a ride.”

We make our way across the bar toward the bull, Cydney’s hips swinging in a way that keeps my eyes glued right to her ass, my feet moving nearly on their own as if I can’t resist following her. The guys come as well, ready to see what kind of action is about to go down.

I order a beer and lean against the bar as she talks to the guy running the bull, then mounts it.

My friends are talking shit to each other, taking bets on who can stay on longest, Cyd or Maddie, but my eyes are only on her, my dick getting even harder as she swings her leg over the piece of metal and looks me dead in the eyes. Then she makes me groan aloud by biting her lip and adjusting herself on the bull. And by that I mean she is practically grinding on it. A wicked gleam lights her eyes with mischief, and I shake my head, chuckling.

She’s something else. Can’t wait to get her alone.

Then the bull starts up, slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed. It tosses her all about, her body arching and whipping around as the hunk of metal bucks and spins, does its best to toss her onto the thick pad underneath. And she still hangs on.

I arch a brow at my friends as they speak the comments that are running through my head, too. I shake my head, tipping my beer toward Cydney. “I call dibs. That one’s riding me tonight.”

They guffaw, but I know they won’t make a move on her now.

I tilt the bottle back and take a long draw of the beer, my eyes trained on her as she clenches her thighs around the crazy machine, hanging on way longer than I suspected.

Finally, to a roar of cheers, she gets tossed off the bull. She stands up with a smirk on that sexy mouth and high-fives her friend before waltzing over to me.

“Looks like you do know how to ride,” I murmur. “I may need to see a replay of that more closely.”

She laughs. “If you’re lucky,” she tells me again, then turns and heads down a hallway that leads toward the restrooms.

I knock the rest of my beer back, unable to wait another minute to get my hands on her, then slam it down on the bar. My legs carry me across the bar and down that same hallway where she just disappeared. I catch up to her and grab her hand, spinning her around and trapping her against the wall, taking both her wrists again and pinning them above her head.

My mouth floats inches away from all that wild hair, from that creamy skin that’s just begging to be touched.

We stare at each other for a long moment, then she arches her back, pressing her body against mine, and I snap, taking that sassy mouth with my own.