Riding Out the Bull

By Catt Ford

After riding the last, toughest bull ride of his career, Doug is faced with an even tougher opponent, his former lover, Jamie. Doug had pushed the younger, freer rodeo cowboy away – for his own good – knowing it was no good for Jamie to be tied to a retired nobody. What he didn’t expect was that Jamie might not agree with him.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
• Release date: Sep 11, 2008
• ISBN: 9781615811717

Catt Ford

Catt Ford lives behind the orange curtain in southern California with a partner and two familiars in the form of cats whose fur is as black as their evil little hearts. She is a graphic artist by day and a storyteller by inclination. Catt enjoys the research required for writing a believable story. She is a rabid card-carrying fan of bull riding and also enjoys swing dancing. She gets drunk on words and sometimes overimbibes, but loves to write about love and happy endings. Blog: catt-ford.livejournal.com

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Riding Out the Bull

HE turned around and froze, losing any ability to finish buttoning his shirt at the unexpected sight.

A black hat shadowed the downturned face, but the shredded shirt exposed secret skin to his gaze, a jagged rip revealing the circle of one nipple, unusually large and dark on the tanned chest. The cowboy didn’t bother to undo his ruined shirt, he just tore it apart, sending the buttons flying as he tossed the garment over the stall door.

Doug felt his cock stir in his jeans and his mouth dropped open. He licked over his dry lips, feeling his pulse quicken and his breath come faster.

A sculpted collarbone angled up to a broad shoulder. Doug’s gaze moved lower to the flat planes of the muscled chest and was drawn inexorably back to that chocolate disc of a nipple.

He stepped back to take shelter within the shadow of his stall, completely forgetting about his own shirt. Watching the other man bend to fish another shirt from his saddlebag and shrug into it, leaving it hanging open while he searched for his lighter, Doug felt as if someone had stuck a knife into his gut and twisted.

He must have made some kind of a sound – although he was not aware of it – because the other cowboy looked up and found him in the gloom of the stable. He shook a cigarette from the pack and stuck it between his lips before holding out the pack to Doug, his mouth curled upward in a challenging smile. The cigarette bobbed as he spoke. Want one?

Looking at the taunting smile on the familiar face, Doug realized that Jamie Denson had caught him staring at his chest. No, even worse, staring at his nipple. Doug’s mouth worked soundlessly for an instant before he shook his head, and abruptly turned and practically ran from the stable, hastily buttoning his own shirt and shoving it into his jeans as he hurried away.

Yeah, he wanted one. There was nothing more he wanted than to dig his fingers into Jamie’s flesh and pull him closer, lick that enticing nipple, suck it, and nip at it until he made Jamie gasp and shiver with excitement. But that was never going to happen again.

HIS head was still spinning as he hung with the other bull riders outside the pens. He had to clear his mind if he was going to get a good ride, and he needed this next ride to be a good one.

Douglas Morgan!

"What?" Doug exclaimed in exasperation.

Well fuck a duck, it’s alive, Sam drawled. I’ve been tryin’ to figure out if you were awake for the last five. See, fellas, he’s so confident he nods off before he rides.

A few of the men chuckled, but Reuben smiled without humor.

Thanks for waking me up, Sam. Doug stretched ostentatiously, aware that he wasn’t fooling his friend at all. Wouldn’t want to miss my ride. Did you want something?

Sam waited for the other men to return to their conversations and jerked his head toward the ring. You know Denson’s here?

Saw him earlier, Doug said laconically, hoping that the pounding of his heart wasn’t making his shirt flutter over his chest. Just the sound of someone saying Jamie’s name….

"He’s havin’