Luke and Maddox Cooper watched her ride the bull and both agreed she was the only choice. The hottest woman in their bar on a Saturday night with the place packed wall to wall. Shoulder length curly red hair, blue eyes, and peaches and cream skin with a scattering of freckles. Her body…well, fuck, that was just too much. She was tall for a woman, probably five-nine, with full breasts and a curvy ass. The rest of her was long and lean. Legs that went to her neck in well worn jeans set low on her hips and a stomach you could bounce quarters off of. Her ripped abs were on display in the midriff-baring t-shirt and a denim bolero jacket. Justin boots that were obviously worn often, not just a fashion statement. She wore a soft straw cowboy hat that shaded her face when she didn’t want to meet a man’s eyes.
She’d been drinking but wasn’t drunk. Dancing all night, tearing up every song that blasted from the system…a different partner for each, she wasn’t even winded. She only danced with men taller than her, the height of her boots bringing her close to six-foot. Line dancing like a pro, with a group of females the brothers knew, showed she spent a lot of time in bars, but the brothers could guarantee she hadn’t been spending time in this one. They would have remembered her. Oh hell yes.
Now she was on the bull. Luke and Maddox walked over to stand behind the bull operator who had a shocked look on his face. The controls on the panel had handwritten signs over them that read, “Chick Setting”, “First Timer”, “Know Your Way Around a Horse”, “You From Around Here?”, and “Where’s Your Next Rodeo?” The smoking red head was clicked up to level three and still going strong. Most women liked level one, slow and provocative, to entice their boyfriends since it looked like fucking. They’d never seen a woman go past the second level. Riley looked back at them when she’d gone thirty seconds on level three, Luke nodded. Riley edged her up to level four and the woman rocked the fuck out of that bull. Riley said in the intercom, “Honey, how you doing? Want me to crank you down?”
She responded in a lilting Irish accent, “Don’ ye dare, love.” The brothers’ dicks were rock hard. “I can go more, darlin’. No need to worry.” She winked at him.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?” Riley asked her.
“Kaitlyn O’Reilly.” After thirty seconds, Riley kicked her up to level five and she rode it the full eight seconds. There wasn’t a man in the place whose jaw wasn’t on the floor. They brought her down slow, ten seconds on each level until level one.
Maddox said, “Leave her there for thirty, Riley.” They watched as she rode the ‘fuck me’ level and then the bull came to a full stop. She brought one leg over and slid to the mat gracefully. The entire bar went insane. “Boot that footage up on the main screen. Loop the ten minute reel for the next hour and email a copy to my personal address.”
“Got it, boss,” Riley said. The brothers moved away. The line to ride had tripled. At ten bucks a ride, they were about to make more money on something only used as a gimmick than they’d ever made.
The red head came through the exit and grinned at Riley, “I take it none o’ yer pretty girls here do that?”
“Honey, most of our men don’t do that,” Riley told her bluntly.
“Ye’ve got no men can do it?” She was shocked. And disappointed.
“Only men can do it night after night are the brothers who own the place. Luke and Maddox Cooper, big rodeo men, this bar came from all their winnings. Neither of them even do the buildup, just jump on and ride level five for twenty seconds. They like to show how ‘easy’ it is. Gets people on the bull.” Riley was smiling broadly, “Honey, I’ve seen men ride that bull then puke up their
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