BUCKED Box Set: A Bull Rider Western Romance (38 page)

Yet, his body called to me and I felt as
though the small amount of clothing that he was wearing was only tempting me to
do what I was sure by now that we should never do again; regardless of how much
I wanted him.

I tried my best not to look at him, but
even the small glances that I couldn’t help taking made me feel hot and
nervous.

Shaking the thoughts of pouncing on him
right this very moment out of my mind, I looked away from him and thought about
what he had said. “I have no idea what you are talking about, Tyler. I am not
bothered by what happened last night. It was…” I made it a point that he saw me
roll my eyes, “Whatever. It was all right.”

“That is total bullshit and you know it,”
he answered instantly. At least my comment was enough to wipe that stupid grin
off of his face.

I shrugged, trying my best to seem
convincing. “I know that you had a great time, but that doesn’t mean that I
did. Frankly, I don’t think that we should do it again…ever.”

He laughed at this which caught me
off-guard. I felt his lips close to my ear again while he replied, “Cut the
shit, or I will stand up and confess my love to you in a way that is so loud
and so unbelievably sweet that we will have a crowd surrounding us; all of them
wishing that they were us.”

I felt my eyes grow wide and I gasped. My
heart, which had just calmed down began to beat quickly with fear. However, I
knew that I couldn’t give into him, or he might just do it out of spite. So I
mustered up enough courage to answer, “You even try to do that and I will
scream so loud that you will be arrested before any of that sweetness that you
claim to have inside of you is even able to see the light of day.”

Tyler reared back and squinted his eyes.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, woman? I was going to do something nice.”

“No, it wasn’t nice. The intention was
cruel and mildly psychotic. At least my threat had sensibility behind it.”

“Mine was just more inventive,” he
answered, raising his eyebrows before he added, “No, but seriously. I want to
know what’s up with you. Why is it such a big deal? The parental unit doesn’t
even have a clue. They’re just happy were staying out of their hair so that
they can be unending fuck buddies.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Yeah, but what
happens when we do get caught?”

“Are you kidding? My mother and your
father are too far into the honeymoon stage to notice that anyone is having sex
besides them.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” I answered. “And
besides, I don’t want to talk about this anymore. Not here.”

“But we should talk about it?” He asked,
once again raising his eyebrows as though he expected to gain some kind of
assurance from the assurance that we needed to talk.

“Sure,” I answered. “I guess it couldn’t
hurt anything.”

He nodded. “Good! So, you were full of
shit?”

At this, I couldn’t help but laugh. I had
finally caught him in a moment when I could tease him for once. I cocked my
head to the side and narrowed my eyes before I answered, “Oh, wow…Do I sense a
touch of insecurity under all those muscles?” I giggled and squeezed his arm
affectionately, but I could tell immediately that Tyler was not the least bit
amused.

Now it was Tyler who was glaring at me. He
swiftly tugged his arm out from my grasp and answered, “Fuck no. I know what I
have. I don’t need anyone to assure me of my capabilities.” Then, he smiled and
answered in a softer, yet sarcastic tone, “Although, I can understand that
having a real man for the first time can be overwhelming on many levels.” He
shrugged and added, “Coming to grips with the fact that you will never be able
to get a screw that good from anyone ever again, unless of course, you decide
to cozy up to me again, can be a hard thing to get past.” He bowed his head as
though he was paying some kind of respect before he added, “I will give you all
the time you need.”

At this, I rolled my eyes and shoved him
until he fell over onto the sand. He laughed as his body slid into the soft
ground, but I was too concerned with the feeling of my hand against his bare
skin. The warmth of it, even though the touch was small and not the least bit
intrusive, was electrifying.

I didn’t understand why, but as my hand
pressed against his shoulder and I pushed, I felt a strong, overwhelming
sensation of need, allure and excitement overtake me.

Flashes of notable fragments from the
night before bounced in and out of my memory, almost as though I had tried to
block them out and they were now coming back.

However, consciously, I had made no
attempt to block him out…block us out, for as wrong as I knew our actions were,
I still couldn’t bring myself to completely accept that I shouldn’t do it again.
And that was what made me so fearful of what I might do next.

When Tyler turned to look up at me, he
stopped and gazed heavily into my eyes. I allowed him to do this, but not
purposefully in the least.

I didn’t want to look at him and I
certainly did not want him to give me the sense of uneasiness and allure that I
felt in my stomach as he gazed back at me.

Without breaking this intense eye contact,
Tyler sat up and I thought that he was going to reach out his hand, but I
recoiled.

Finally, I was able to blink, which broke
the hypnotizing stare that he held on me. “Well, it’s settled then, I guess. We
should talk about where to go from here, but now is not the place and frankly,
I’m not sure when I will be ready to talk to you about it.”

If I didn’t know Tyler as well as I
thought I did, I would have sworn that I saw a glaze of disappointment haze
over his eyes before he answered, in a cocky fashion, “So, I guess that means
you’re not going to be staying here with me?”

I shook my head. “No. I don’t think that I
can. Not now, at least.”

He nodded, but answered, “Sucks for you.
Days at the beach with me are fucking awesome!”

I smiled at him, almost wishing that I
could stay, before I nodded once and answered, “Yeah, Tyler. I know.”

I got up and walked away, before I gave
myself half a chance to change my mind.

Chapter
30

Tyler

When she walked away, I hated that I felt
a pang in my chest. I had done pretty well, keeping all of those damn feelings
inside of me, but now that she had rebuked my advances, I wasn’t sure what I
should do.

She said that she wanted to talk. That was
fucking good; right?
I truly believed that on
some level, even though she knew she had fun with me the other night, she
definitely did feel some kind of hurt and guilt about what we had done. And
even though I knew I really, really shouldn’t give a shit what she felt, other
than my enormous dick inside of her tight pussy, I still felt a sense of
aggravation in the fact that she was angry or upset, or whatever the fuck she
was.

It bothered me, but I couldn’t let it slow
down my pursuit. She may have regrets now, but she certainly wasn’t regretting
shit last night and therefore I knew that while it might not be easy, I had
already paved the road toward getting laid again. It was just a matter of time.

However, in the meantime, I had a
competition that Ashley’s perfected ass had charmed me into doing. I needed to
prepare.

So, instead of trying to follow her, I let
myself fall into the allure of my workout. I decided that I needed it to work
off some steam and to prepare, so that would be a good way to restart my day.

I took off, gliding through the sand with
ease and speed. Even though the sand was growing hot on my feet, I used the
constant stinging sensation to my advantage. The longer and faster I ran, the
closer I was to being done and that was exactly what I wanted. I needed that
instinct and power to discipline myself. This summer, I had really relaxed my
workout regimen because I was chasing pussy; but I had a feeling that if I
focused more on my talents instead of my desires, that everything would fall
right back into place.

Therefore, when I had finally pushed
myself to the limit, I made sure that I had enough strength to get back to the
house and refuel, just so I could make it back to the gym.

Feeling as though I was at the end of my
physical ability only made me appreciate how powerful I truly was, because it
gave me a chance to work through it. Just like anything in life, if I had to
fight for it, I figured it was worth getting and that was why, I told myself, I
was working so hard to get Ashley to adore me; because it wasn’t easy.

Fuck
her right now,
I thought as I made my way over to the
gym.
I have more important things to
think about.

However, I would have paid money or given
anything at that moment for me to believe that thought entirely.

When I made it to the gym I began my
workout, sticking to my repetitions and routine just like the champion I knew
that I was.

At the gym, I was met with careful,
wandering eyes from women, which boosted my confidence greatly. I wanted to
have a sense of passion associated with my name and my physique, even if being
a good man wasn’t exactly in the equation.

I eyed one woman back diligently and
smiled at her in a seductive, suggestive manner. She winked at me before she
came over to sit down on the bench next to mine. “I don’t think I’ve seen you
around here before,” she said in a sexy, feminine voice which complimented her
wondrous physique perfectly.

I beamed at her and answered, “Yeah, well,
I’m a little late for my normal routine,” then I added extra charm before I
answered, “But now, I think that maybe I was right on time.”

She chuckled. “My family comes here every
week for vacation and this week, I am looking for a little more…excitement, if
you know what I mean.”

“Wow, you haven’t even told me your
fucking name and already, I think you have stolen my heart,” I explained
smoothly.

She giggled again and scooted closer
before she answered in a lower, more seductive voice, “Well, if you must know,
my fucking name is anything you want it to be, but before fucking, you can call
me Chelsea.”

Damn…A
desperate, hot woman…Well, that’s a change. I guess the beach really does
attract all types.
“Oh baby, I can fuck you so well, your
name won’t even matter anymore. The only one you will ever respond to is mine
and that’s only because you will hope to experience what I am going to do to
you all over again.” I made my eyes slide down to half mass before I leaned in
toward her.

Her eyes mimicked my own before she
answered, “Then what are we waiting for?”

I was just about to stand up and follow
her wherever, in order to do whatever the fuck I wanted with this piece of
perfected, primed and perfectly prodded ass, when I thought of Ashley and to my
dismay, I stopped.

At first, I wasn’t sure what had come over
me until finally, all I seemed to feel was an intense sensation of guilt.
Suddenly, I didn’t
want
her.

Then, the words came out of my mouth that
made me want to knock myself in the head with the barbell that was placed no
more than four feet away. “I’m sorry, but you are way too easy for me.”

What
the fuck is that?
I thought.
There’s no such thing as too easy…Too hard is a challenge I will
readily accept, but too easy is a gift. What am I doing?

“Excuse me?” The woman demanded, feeling
rightfully put off. “What did you say, asshole?”

I shrugged easily and answered, “If you
weren’t so damn desperate, I would fuck you in a minute, but you heard me
bitch, you are just too easy.” I laughed and pulled back from her, still not
sure exactly why I was saying the words spilling out of my mouth or why I cared
how easy she was. I tried to stop myself, but I was overcome with a sensation
of anger before I answered, “Yeah, just…No. Skank.”

With that, I received the slap across the
face that I knew I deserved, but was almost happy to get. I knew that if I
wanted another shot with Ashley I was going to have to be a little more
selective than little miss jump my fucking bones and as much as I wanted to get
laid, I realized in that moment that I wanted Ashley more.

“Good luck!” I answered condescendingly as
the woman made a scene of standing up and strutting away from me, “Not getting
a venereal disease….” I grumbled before I left the room, feeling angry and
intensely dissatisfied.

Chapter
31

Ashley

I wasn’t completely sure what to do. After
the conversation I had with Tyler this morning, after he had showed genuine
concern for me and I had just shoved him away, I had no idea where I should go
next. I didn’t want to feel crazy, but I also didn’t want to seem too desperate
to wash my hands of him.

So, after checking that no one else was
home when I returned to the house, I called my friend, whom I had met in
college.

The two of us had met the first week of
school and we had become fast friends. Even though both of Stacy’s parents were
still alive, she felt similarly about her parents and her step-parents. She
felt like her whole world fell apart when her parents got divorced, and when
they each remarried, it was almost as though both of her parents had stopped
acknowledging that she existed in favor of their new families.