Chase 'n' Ana by Ciana Stone

she countered and got to her feet.
    She went up on stage and conferred with Garrett over the songs available, then
    nodded and took the mike.
    The music started and Ana began to gyrate and sing. Every man in the place
    stopped to watch. The song was not one Chase would have chosen. A Gretchen Wilson
    song, “Here for the Party”. Ana seemed to know all the words, and wasn’t a bit shy in
    performing. She pranced and postured, belting out the song and playing to the crowd,
    earning hoots, whistles and cheers.
    But when she got to the words “gonna have a little fun, gonna get me some”, she
    pumped her hips and looked straight at Chase. His stomach did a little flip, his groin
    tightened and his mouth got dry. By all that was holy, she was definitely a witch. He
    couldn’t take his eyes off her.
    57
    Ciana Stone
    Apparently neither could anyone else, because when she finished a cheer when up
    that was deafening. She bowed, blew a kiss and hopped off the stage. “Your turn,
    hotshot,” she challenged Clay.
    “No way,” he said. “Clay don’t sing.”
    “Then what does Clay do?” she asked.
    “Clay will kick your ass on the bull,” he said with a cocky smile.
    “You got any money to back up those big words?” She arched one eyebrow and
    poured another shot.
    He fumbled around in his pockets. “Forty-three dollars.”
    Ana looked at the money on the table then at Chase. “How ‘bout you front me
    forty-three bucks, Hawks? I’ll double your money.”
    Chase started to say no, but something in Ana’s grin changed his mind. “All right,
    Fancy, but you lose my money and we’re gonna have to talk about payment.”
    “You got it, stud.” The tequila had her feeling loose and free.
    His eyes widened at the comment, but closed when she slid off her chair and
    straddled him to give him a kiss hot enough to set his boots on fire.
    “For luck.” She grinned and motioned to Clay. “Okay, hotshot, let’s see what you
    got.”
    Chase, Caleb and Cole switched tables to be closer to the action. Within ten minutes
    half the bar was crowded around, bets being shouted. Clay finished his third ride and
    hopped off, sweeping his arm in front of him. “Top that, hot stuff.”
    Ana grinned, took a shot of tequila and hopped on the bull. Chase couldn’t help but
    grin. She couldn’t have cared less that every time she climbed on the bull she gave the
    crowd a shot of her firm ass and silky thong. And watching her ride was like watching
    public sex.
    She rode the machine like she was riding a lover, flowing with every move, her
    body as flexible as a willow reed. All Chase could think was how he wished he was the
    bull. He’d sure like to have her riding him like that.
    The contest stretched on much longer than he anticipated and had she not lifted her
    top and given Clay a bird’s-eye view of her breasts it might have gone on all night.
    Clay’s eyes bugged, his face split in a grin and a moment later he hit the floor. Clay got
    up laughing and dusted himself off. “Now that’s just mean, Ana. I mean, damn! Talk
    about fighting dirty!”
    Ana laughed and grabbed him in a hug. “You’re a hell of a rider, Clay.”
    “Thanks. You’re pretty damn good, yourself. Where’d you learn to ride?”
    “My grandfather was one of the original pro bull riders.”
    “Really? Who was he?”
    “Jonas Stillwater.”
    “No shit? He’s a fucking legend!”
    58
    Chase ‘n’ Ana
    She laughed and looked up. “You hear that, Grandfather?”
    Chase walked up and wrapped one arm around her. “Okay, boy,” he addressed
    Clay in a good-natured gruff voice. “Time for you to mosey on.”
    Ana smiled up at Chase and he hugged her to his side. “What say we take it down a
    notch and have a dance?”
    “Thought you’d never ask.” She walked hand in hand with him to the dance floor.
    The song was what some called a belly-rubber, slow and seductive and made for
    two people getting all tightened up in one another’s arms and