Snippet Saturday ~ Active

Welcome to another Snippet Saturday! Today's theme is 'Active'. Check out my excerpt and then surf the links below!

Christy Wallace may be a respectable Seattle Spanish teacher, but she's got a sultry side. She lets it come out to play during the summer, when she moonlights as a Salsa dancing instructor.

Sexy, cowboy Adam wants more time with her than just a fleeting cup of coffee, but she makes it clear that if he wants her, he'll have to sign up for dance class.

Amazingly enough, he does. And Christy finds herself falling for a charming country hick with hands as fast as his feet. Adam's no hick, though. He's the owner of Adam's Apples, the fastest-growing cider business in eastern Washington. To his own surprise, one night with her has him thinking in terms of forever. That is, until he walks into a restaurant for a family lunch-and finds Christy on the arm of his brother. Is there a logical explanation? Or is something rotten in Seattle?

EXCERPT

Adam shook his head when he saw Christy striding purposefully towards the bull. Damn, she better know what she was doing.

Jason approached him from the side and sat down in an empty chair. "Do you mind if I ask what's going on with you and that pretty lady?"

"Yes, I do," Adam answered, not even trying to be polite.

"I just think it was a little harsh the way you were flirting with Mandy Lou," Jason said hesitantly. "Christy seemed a little upset."

"I wasn't flirting with Mandy, she just called me on a beer I owed her. And Christy's a big girl, she can handle herself."

"Hell, I know that." Jason scowled. "She held her own with Mandy Lou, which isn't for the tender-hearted."

"Trust me. You were right when you said she was trouble. The girl can't seem to stay out of it."

Adam left him and went to the roped-off area where the bull riding took place.

He arrived just in time to see Christy getting helped onto the bull by one of the local men. The man's hand lingered on her butt a little longer than necessary, and Adam's eyes narrowed and his stomach burned with jealousy.

Christy got seated and then winked down at the man, her lips moving in an inaudible thank you.

Adam's grip on the beer tightened and he barely noticed when Mandy Lou came to stand next to him again.

"Did you like the way I rode that bull?"

"What?" He didn't look away from Christy who was giggling and prompting the controller to start the bull.

"The bull. Did you like the way I rode it?" Mandy Lou repeated, her tone impatient now. "That little show was for you, Adam. Did you like it?"

"Sure."

Christy began to move back and forth as the bull started up. Damn, hopefully she could hold on. But then she had experience in a saddle from riding a horse, so maybe she'd be able to stay up for awhile.

"Thanks a lot."

Adam glanced away from Christy for a moment. Mandy Lou obviously hadn't liked his response, and walked away from him. Thank God. He didn't have time for Mandy's spoiled antics.

His gaze shot back to Christy. The operator of the bull slowly adjusted the speed to go faster, but still she held her own. And she looked damn sexy bouncing, arching, and gyrating up there.

Every man in the bar had his eyes glued to her petite body, which was riding the hell out of that mechanical bull.

Her cheeks were flushed. She looked excited and even aroused as she flowed with jerky movements. Every man in the bar was probably imagining what it would be like to have Christy riding him that way.

"Yee-haw!" she yelled and then laughed. "Cowgirl up!"

Adam's breathing grew more labored as he watched her, the crotch of his jeans started to feel a little too tight as his erection rubbed against it.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of red at the control table. He glanced over just in time to see Mandy Lou take over the controls.

"Holy hell!" He broke into a full run to stop what he knew was about to happen. He was too far away. There was no way he could get to the controls in time.

Sure enough, Mandy Lou had turned the bull up to its full speed. Christy's scream of excitement turned to pure terror as she went flying off and over the bull. She landed flat on her stomach, with her skirt up around her waist.

Every man in the bar ran to help her—once they got over the sight of her pink panties with the ruffles on her ass.

"Back off. Everyone just back off."

Adam pushed the horde of men aside and helped Christy up, smoothing the skirt back down over the blatantly sexy sight.

"You okay, darlin'?" His gaze and hands ran over her body, checking for cuts or anything that might have been broken.

"I'm great!" she cried in excitement, wobbling a little on her feet. She glanced back at the bull. "That was so much fun. Can I do it again?"

"I think that's a great idea." Mandy Lou smirked, coming up beside them.

Adam pushed Christy gently behind him and turned to give Mandy Lou a fierce glare.

"That was out of line, Mandy."

"Oh, jeez, Adam. You're no fun. Lighten up a little." Mandy Lou shrugged and walked off, obviously tired of trying to get his attention and moving on to someone who would appreciate her.

"Come on." He grabbed Christy's hand and tugged her out of the ring.

"Hey, I wanted to go again," Christy protested as he led her down a hallway, and then into the empty bathroom.

His blood pounding, the adrenaline and lust running through him made him irrational.

He locked the door and turned to face her. It was insane how much he wanted her. Even though he knew his brother was back in Seattle nursing a broken heart because she'd dumped him, Adam wanted her.

He looked down at her breasts, rising and falling under the pitiful excuse for a top. It was no bigger than one of his grandma's doilies and had just as many holes.

"Wow, what's gotten into you?" she asked breathlessly.

"You got that backwards, darlin'." He walked towards her, narrowing his eyes and giving her a predatory smile. "What's gotten into you? And the answer is me

 

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