Total pages in book: 248
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
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Chapter One
Levi
“Remind me again why we came to a rodeo out in the middle of Podunk, Nowhere,” I grumble as we pull our trailer into the campground that’s housing all the out-of-town rodeo stars for the weekend.
“The prize money is insane,” Tripp reminds me, jumping out of the truck as soon as it stops.
I follow as he moves to settle up the trailer for the night, helping as we unhook it from the truck, get it leveled and secured, lower the jacks, and connect the power and water.
“And why is that, do you think?” I muse. “Like, I know some small towns are known for their rodeos, and they’ll be like big yearly events, but I’ve never heard of Blue River.” I frown. “Are you sure this is even legit? We didn’t come all the way out here for nothin’ did we?”
The idea, now that it was in my head, takes root as I mull it over. Oregon has plenty of farmland and ranches, that’s true, but it’s not one of those states like Montana or Oklahoma that people associate with rodeos and farms and cowboys. I’m starting to pout when Tripp grabs my hand and uses it as leverage, getting my body in front of his as he pushes me up against the trailer.
“Stop,” he says firmly, his green eyes sparkling, daring me to challenge him.
And oh, god, I’m tempted. Tripp knows exactly how to stop my spirals, exactly how to get me out of my head. And it always ends up being fun for both of us. My throat works as I reconsider. Well, not always. Sometimes it’s only fun for him.
And god, whatever he wants to dish out tonight—a spanking, orgasm denial, mind-blowing sex, forced oral, a hard mouth-fucking—the possibilities are all so appealing, but unfortunately, I have more pressing needs.
My stomach growls as if to prove my point and my cheeks flame with embarrassment.
Tripp just smiles. “Right. We need to get cleaned up, get settled, and get some food in us first.”
I nod, not sure whether to be relieved or disappointed, and even though his intentions seem to have changed, Tripp doesn’t move, his body still boxing me in.
In fact, he steps closer. “We have things to do, boy, but if you don’t have a better attitude by the time we’re done…” He smirks. “Well, I think you know what will happen.”
He backs up and as I move away, he smacks my ass hard. My question is answered. A spanking at the very least. Am I in the mood for that? It won’t matter if I can't pull it together.
Tripp is more than just my rodeo partner, he’s my best friend, my longtime lover, my rock, and my Daddy Dom.
“Got it,” I mumble, ignoring the ache in my ass as I pull open the trailer door. A cold beer is calling my name, but I haven’t eaten since lunch and that won’t fly on an empty stomach, so I chug a water, use the bathroom, brush my teeth and change my shirt before stepping out of the tiny bathroom so that Tripp can do the same.
Thinking I’d heat something up for dinner, I pull open the small refrigerator to check the contents. Tripp steps in front of me, now wearing a new shirt and smelling like he’d put on fresh cologne.
I sniff the air appreciatively and raise my eyebrows. He knows that scent drives me crazy. What is he up to?
“Come on,” he says, closing the fridge. “Let’s go out to dinner. There’s a diner I want to check out. And on the way, while you’re sucking my cock on the drive, I’ll tell you all about the history of Blue River and why they’re having a rodeo with insane prize amounts.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I gulp hard, my cheeks already flaming red at the thought of blowing him while we cruise down winding back roads.
Tripp
As soon as we get in the truck, Levi stays pressed against the window, as far away from me as he could possibly be. That won’t do. I raise my eyebrow and he blushes.
“Come here, boy.” So far, he isn’t being defiant, just needing a little extra encouragement.
When I beckon, he slowly slides across the seat so that he’s sitting next to me, but makes no other moves as I start the truck and pull out of the campground.