8 Second Ride

By Shannon Nemechek

Jessie Flanagan, i.e., spoiled brat daddy's little girl dead set on making his life a living hell. She has done everything she can to make things difficult for him, including inviting herself to Las Vegas. Saddled with the boss's daughter for his trip to the National Finals, Tuck must keep her in check and keep himself from turning her over his knee. All while trying to win the buckle he so desperately wants.

A great lunch time short story

Orginally published in Craving Cowboys Anthology

• Language: English
• Publisher: Shannon Nemechek
• Release date: Jan 30, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224354481

Book preview

CHAPTER ONE

As the sun peeked up over the glass mountains and through the curtain of Dakota Tuck McGraw’s bedroom window, piercing into his eyes and stirring him awake, it was a clear sign to him that he was late for work.

Fuck! he yelled as he sprang from his bed, grabbing his jeans from the back of the chair and almost jumping into his boots, then grabbing his t-shirt and slipping it on over his head. Running out the door to his truck, he revved the engine and sped away. He couldn’t afford to be late again—he was already on the Flanagan shit list—and if he didn’t get to the Four Leaf Ranch before Liam Flanagan came out of the main house to give out the work details, his ass would be proverbial grass, and right now he needed the job. His veterans’ pay was not cutting it, and the extra money he was earning doing work for the Flanagans would help to get him to Las Vegas if he qualified for the National Finals. So what if he did have to deal with the rancher’s daughter, who he thought was a beyond spoiled little girl who always got want she wanted, even if it meant stepping on everyone to get it? Tuck had already had a few run- ins with daddy’s little girl, and if he didn’t get to the ranch quickly, he would be the one stuck being her bitch the entire day.

It only took one day with her for Tuck to come to the realization that Jessie Flanagan was in all senses of the word spoiled and a complete bitch. He could not—no, he refused to spend another day with her again. The first time was plenty, and if he had to run and fetch another rum and Coke for her while she laid by the pool half naked, he would quit. Nothing was worth being her bitch even if she was beautiful and built in all the right places. Nothing would get him stuck with her an entire day again. As he turned down the long dirt drive passing under the entrance sign of the ranch, he could see some of the other ranch hands all gathered near the wood fence by the corral.

Fuck, not a good sign. Damn it to hell, he yelled, slamming his fist into the steering wheel. As he pulled up, he could clearly see Liam Flanagan in the middle of the men handing out envelopes and what he guessed were the jobs of the day. Tuck sat in the cab of the truck for a moment debating on if he should just turn tail and quit or just bite the bullet and suck it up and deal with little Miss Spoiled Bitch another day. It wouldn’t be long before the newest rankings would post, and he would know if he made the Nationals, and then he could leave the Four Leaf for greener pastures. It had been his