Eight Seconds to Ride (Copper Lake, #1)

by Ashley James

Eight seconds… that’s all I have to do—make it eight seconds. Bronc riding is something I’ve been doing since I was knee high to a grasshopper. My father was a bareback bronc rider, my grandpa, my uncles. It’s in my veins. The talent.

Eight… My bronc bucks, her legs kicking, my body jolting. Seven… Adrenaline pumps through my blood, making me feel invincible. Making me feel on top of the world. Six… The high is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. Five… She jerks to the left, and I follow. Four… I’m so close, I can fucking taste it. Three… two… one, and when the buzzer sounds, I feel fucking good. Like a champion.

“Well, what are you waiting for, baby?” His gaze jumps, meeting mine as I smirk. “It’s not gonna suck itself.”

“That’s it, baby…” My voice is rumbly, growing desire intertwined with each syllable. “Work that pretty mouth of yours. Take me deeper.”

Chest heaving, he reaches up to grab a paper towel. Presumably to wipe the mess off his hand, but before he can, I lean down, wrapping my fingers around his wrist and bringing the cum-covered fist up to my mouth. He watches with wide eyes as I drag the flat of my tongue along his hand, gathering his release and cleaning him off. His salty flavor is strong and heady, exploding on my taste buds as I make sure to get every last drop, never taking my eyes off him.

“Yeah, I’m sure he was pretty talented in the little leagues where he came from, but now he’s gonna be up against me. Big difference, man.” “It’s shocking,” Whit cuts in, not elaborating further. “What’s shocking?” “That you were able to fit that big-ass head through the door. That ego of yours has it pretty inflated.”

A cocky, suggestive waggle of his brows has me rolling my eyes and groaning. “God, you’re so full of yourself.” “I can be full of something else, if you’d prefer.”

“Tell me I’m wrong.” His words come out husky. They wrap around me, squeezing. Looking away, I whisper, “You’re wrong.” “Uh-uh…” Shooter hooks a finger under my chin, turning my face until our eyes meet. “Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t think about the night we met constantly. Look me in the eye and tell me that night doesn’t affect you. Because if you’re going to lie to me, you’re sure as hell going to look me in the eye when you do it.”

Shooter’s thumb traces underneath my bottom lip, his eyes tracking the movement. “Yeah, but I wanna hear you say it.” “Are you that desperate for an ego boost?” I laugh, but it’s dry. He chuckles, leaning closer and tilting my chin so I’m forced to look up at him. “I think you and I both know I’m not.” Then, he leans in, lips so close to my ear, the brush along the lobe, and rasps, “But I want to hear you tell me why. Mostly, I want to hear you explain which part of that night was the most memorable to you. The hottest.” I hiss when he drags nips at my ear, a full-body chill racking through me. “So, go ahead… tell me, baby.”

“Because…” He leans in, brushing the tip of his nose over mine. “I think you’re a good boy who probably has good southern manners, and while that’s great, I want to see you get a little dirty. Hear you be a little vulgar. Just for me, though. Our little secret.”

“So, let me hear it, baby. Let me hear you be bad for me, like I know you can.”

“Can’t wait to turn you around, spread you open for me, and slide my big, thick cock into that tight ass of yours. Hear those sweet little moans you make as I stretch you.”

I’m not this fucking guy. When I hook up with people, it’s rare that I even give them a second thought afterward. But something about Sterling fucking Addams has my mind all in a fucking tizzy. He’s always there, dead center. Where’s Sterling? What’s Sterling doing? Did Sterling like that song I put on? How can I get my mouth on Sterling again? What. The. Fuck. Is. Going. On?

I just need to fuck him. Get it out of my system. Maybe after this, my mind will settle and I can forget about him. Well, forget about him as best as I can with us being on the road together. But maybe at least then, the urge to be near him, to inhale his heady scent, to breathe the same air as him, will dissipate.

You want me to be a little rough with you, dirty boy?” Whimpering, he nods. “Think your tight little hole can handle all this dick?”

“Shut the fuck up, Addams, and take this dick like a good boy.”

“Fuck, I wish you could see how fucking good you look taking my cock,” I rasp. “The way this pretty pink hole stretches to take every last inch.” My hand slips between us, thumb tracing the strained muscle. The sight of him swallowing me up is immaculate.

“That’s it,” I coo, my hips slapping up against his ass vigorously. “Let me hear you. Don’t hold back. Let everyone in this fucking campground hear how filthy you are—getting railed in a public bathroom. You're not worried about being quiet this time, are you, dirty boy?”

“Fuck yeah,” I moan. “Keep squeezing me like that. You feel so fucking good.” I jack him in time with my thrusts, pausing only briefly to bring my palm up to his mouth. “Spit,” I growl, my chest quaking with approval when he does.

“Look at the way you’re writhing for me,” I groan into his ear. “The way you can’t decide if you want to push back onto my cock or thrust forward into my grip, getting it from both ends. So needy.” Nipping at his earlobe, I relish the full-body shiver that rolls through him as he cries out. “Shit, Shooter,” he gasps. “I’m gonna… nngh… I’m gonna come.” “Do it. Come for me. Let me see what I do to you, Addams.”

“Fuck off. I’m serious.” “Yeah? Then why do you look at him like that?” “Like what?” I’m being obtuse. “Like you wanted to claim him in front of Conrad.” Smirking, I reply, “Just because I’m possessive of my belongings doesn’t mean anything.”

“Fuck, dirty boy, you’re killing me here. Do you have any idea how fucking hot that is? To know my hands are the only hands to ever roam this tight fucking body of yours? To know my dick is the only one to ever drag across your tongue? To come down your throat? To be inside of you in every single fucking way?”

“Teach me something, then.” Fuck me. My brow arches. “And what exactly do you want me to teach you, baby? You’ve already shown me that you know how to suck a dick and take one in the ass.”

I feel something for Shooter that goes beyond my annoyance, and it goes beyond just the physical stuff. My pulse kicks up when I see him, my chest aches when I don’t.

don’t know when exactly it happened, but I started falling for him a while ago, and the distance and the time apart haven’t done a damn thing to tamp it out. If anything, it’s only amplified it. Showed how much I miss him when he’s not around. Showed me how much I want him, and only him. It’s something I never saw coming, but I’m certainly not even mad about it.

“Who’s hole is this?” I ask, my voice sounding almost foreign to me with how husky it is. How full of lust it is. “Tell me who you belong to, baby.” “Yours,” he cries out. “You… I belong to you.” A smirk tugs on the corner of my lip, chest swelling with pride. “That’s right, you do. And I fucking belong to you.”

“Hey there, cowboy. Heard you need a ride.” He bites down on his lip, raking his baby blue eyes down my body, before he murmurs, “You fucking bet I do, dirty boy. Show me what you got.”

Shooter leans in, sinking his teeth into the meaty part where my neck meets my shoulder, and it sends a zap of electricity down into my balls. “Goddamn, baby, you feel so fucking good wrapping around me,” he growls against my throat.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, dirty boy,” he grunts out between each punishing thrust. “The way you squeeze the life out of my cock every time I plunge inside of you.” Thrust. Thrust. “The way you stretch to take all of me like such a good.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Boy.” Thrust.

“That’s right, dirty boy. Let me hear you swear. Let me hear it all. Let me hear how much I fucking turn you on. How much this cock turns you out. Tell me how much you’re dying to come.”

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” I admit hoarsely. “You’re my lucky cowboy hat, my early morning sunrise, my even thinking, and my deep breaths when my mind can’t settle down. You’ve become such a huge part of my everyday life in such a short time, and I honestly cannot picture being here, making it to where I am, without you.”