Two Cowboys and One Girl- A Wild Sex Ride (Erotic Short Stories) by Danica Williams Page B
Authors: Danica Williams
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Katie to my friends. Ye must be Luke and Maddox…which is which?” They turned to watch her in fascination.
On her left, “I’m Luke…I have the lighter hair. This is Maddox. It’s a real pleasure to meet the only woman ever to get past level two on the bull. Where in hell did you learn to ride like that?”
Katie laughed, “I have five older brothers. We used to fuck around on the bulls at our place in Ireland . I always held me own.” She stroked her thighs, “Strong legs. I can ride just about anythin’.” She let the image hang there and watched them smile hungrily.
Maddox asked on her right, “Katie, what are you drinking?”
“Jameson 1780 straight.”
Nodding respectfully at her choice Maddox relayed it to the bartender. She regarded them in silence until her drink arrived then she turned to the bar, toasted them, and knocked it back. Luke and Maddox watched her and she never flinched. Oh shit, they could fall for this one. They had to tread real careful.
She quirked a brow, “Ye do realize I’m one hundred percent Irish, right? Ever’ generation since the beginnin’ o’ our line. I was weaned on this stuff. Me Da distills stronger brew than this at their place.” She stretched and dropped her hands on the edge of the bar, doing standing pushups to get rid of excess energy. They watched the sleek muscles flex in her low back and stomach, “I hear ye’re rodeo men. That ye can ride the bull, the only men who can?” They nodded with a smile. “I’d like to see that. I mean, ye got to watch me tits bounce on it. Humor me.”
They were off the bar, arms around her waist, one on either side. Heading in the direction of the bull. Luke said, “Such a small request from the hottest woman I think I may have ever seen. I couldn’t be happier to show off.”
He left her with Maddox and Riley, bounding up on the bull in one jump, landing squarely in the saddle. He signaled to Riley and rode the bull hard for twenty seconds. When it was done, he hopped down and nodded at her with a wide grin. Maddox did a duplicate performance and the clapping that had started when both men approached the ring erupted into yells and applause.
At the crowd’s urging, and the brothers telling people in both directions that her name was Katie, they started chanting her name. She was laughing but she was game. “I don’ know I can jump on without buildin’ up through the lower levels.”
Maddox laughed and said suggestively, “Oh, believe me, Katie, everyone enjoys the buildup.”
Katie winked and slipped off her bolero jacket, the tiny half tank top leaving the beautiful Celtic knot tattoo between her shoulder blades exposed. Luke and Maddox shared a look of pure pleasure. She stretched back touching the bend in her knees, then forward, grabbing her ankles, shook herself out and bounded up on the bull. They took her through the paces again, the crowd chanting her name, until they got her to level five and then everyone was screaming and counting off the eight seconds.
As the bull came to a full stop, she pulled off her hat, ran her fingers through her hair, and put it back on. The movement was unintentionally sexual, and the men in the crowd were calling out phone numbers and marriage proposals. She dropped to the mat without using her hands, looked at the brothers, and put her hands on her hips.
“We need to keep this one, bro,” Maddox said. Luke was in complete agreement.
They danced with her, taking turns with her around the floor. They’d been impressed watching her but holding her while she moved was a totally new experience. She seemed to love all music, all dancing, and was happy to see the brothers were game to stay on the floor with her. She stole a scorching kiss from each, both tasting of whiskey which turned her on. Their kisses curled her toes
On her left, “I’m Luke…I have the lighter hair. This is Maddox. It’s a real pleasure to meet the only woman ever to get past level two on the bull. Where in hell did you learn to ride like that?”
Katie laughed, “I have five older brothers. We used to fuck around on the bulls at our place in Ireland . I always held me own.” She stroked her thighs, “Strong legs. I can ride just about anythin’.” She let the image hang there and watched them smile hungrily.
Maddox asked on her right, “Katie, what are you drinking?”
“Jameson 1780 straight.”
Nodding respectfully at her choice Maddox relayed it to the bartender. She regarded them in silence until her drink arrived then she turned to the bar, toasted them, and knocked it back. Luke and Maddox watched her and she never flinched. Oh shit, they could fall for this one. They had to tread real careful.
She quirked a brow, “Ye do realize I’m one hundred percent Irish, right? Ever’ generation since the beginnin’ o’ our line. I was weaned on this stuff. Me Da distills stronger brew than this at their place.” She stretched and dropped her hands on the edge of the bar, doing standing pushups to get rid of excess energy. They watched the sleek muscles flex in her low back and stomach, “I hear ye’re rodeo men. That ye can ride the bull, the only men who can?” They nodded with a smile. “I’d like to see that. I mean, ye got to watch me tits bounce on it. Humor me.”
They were off the bar, arms around her waist, one on either side. Heading in the direction of the bull. Luke said, “Such a small request from the hottest woman I think I may have ever seen. I couldn’t be happier to show off.”
He left her with Maddox and Riley, bounding up on the bull in one jump, landing squarely in the saddle. He signaled to Riley and rode the bull hard for twenty seconds. When it was done, he hopped down and nodded at her with a wide grin. Maddox did a duplicate performance and the clapping that had started when both men approached the ring erupted into yells and applause.
At the crowd’s urging, and the brothers telling people in both directions that her name was Katie, they started chanting her name. She was laughing but she was game. “I don’ know I can jump on without buildin’ up through the lower levels.”
Maddox laughed and said suggestively, “Oh, believe me, Katie, everyone enjoys the buildup.”
Katie winked and slipped off her bolero jacket, the tiny half tank top leaving the beautiful Celtic knot tattoo between her shoulder blades exposed. Luke and Maddox shared a look of pure pleasure. She stretched back touching the bend in her knees, then forward, grabbing her ankles, shook herself out and bounded up on the bull. They took her through the paces again, the crowd chanting her name, until they got her to level five and then everyone was screaming and counting off the eight seconds.
As the bull came to a full stop, she pulled off her hat, ran her fingers through her hair, and put it back on. The movement was unintentionally sexual, and the men in the crowd were calling out phone numbers and marriage proposals. She dropped to the mat without using her hands, looked at the brothers, and put her hands on her hips.
“We need to keep this one, bro,” Maddox said. Luke was in complete agreement.
They danced with her, taking turns with her around the floor. They’d been impressed watching her but holding her while she moved was a totally new experience. She seemed to love all music, all dancing, and was happy to see the brothers were game to stay on the floor with her. She stole a scorching kiss from each, both tasting of whiskey which turned her on. Their kisses curled her toes
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