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The Sagebrush Arena was even more packed on the second night, but Weston was holding spaces in the center of the front row for Dani and her friends.
“Out of the way,” Kelsey announced, pushing her way past a family of four. “We got a girlfriend of a champ here and we need to get her to her man. Excuse us, coming through—”
“Kelsey, can you stop?” Dani begged. “We’re not dating, we’re just on a date. Those are totally different things.”
“Whatever,” Kelsey shrugged, settling her purse and armload of snacks onto the bench. “You guys are totally gonna get married and have little cow-babies and it is going to be the cutest thing ever.”
Kelsey, Tami, and Alexis all dissolved into a cacophony of giggles, forcing Dani to throw a handful of popcorn in their general direction.
“Shush,” she hissed as they neared Weston and their seats. “Please don’t embarrass me in front of Weston. I...I really like him.”
They sat and watched as the cowboys participated in the various events. The second last event Weston had told her was barrel racing, but Dani didn’t really understand his explanation of the class. There was no cow this time, just a cowgirl and her horse, racing around a series of three barrels in a clover leaf pattern.
“Whoever goes fastest, wins,” Dani explained to her friends, parroting what Weston had told her that afternoon. “It’s the only event in rodeo for women.”
“Look at you,” Tami beamed. “You’re suddenly a rodeo expert. It’s adorable.”
“She is, isn’t she?” Weston said, slinging one arm around Dani and pulling her to him.
Dani flushed, pleased.
They watched about a dozen horse and female rider combos race around the arena after Weston excused himself to go get ready for his event.
Finally, it was time for the last event of the evening. The bull riding.
“Oh my god!” Alexis exclaimed, her eyes widening as she recognized one of the bull riders. “That’s the guy that I went home with last night—”
“Lex, you don’t even know his name?” Tami looked shocked.
Alexis glared. “Of course I do. It’s Chet or Chip, I don’t know, some cowboy-sounding name that begins with a ‘C.’”
“And what did C-name Cowboy say about this event?” Dani pressed. She wanted all the information she could get.
Alexis paused to consider. “I don’t know. He said it was the most dangerous 8 seconds in rodeo, and the bull wins as often as the cowboy—”
“That’s kind of obvious, Lex,” Dani said.
“Yeah, but look: he’s going almost last. He also said that the riders who go last have an advantage, because they know the score to beat and are pretty much just running on adrenaline by that point,” Alexis continued.
The announcer’s voice crackled back over the loudspeaker. “Please put your hands together for Charlie Lowry!”
The announcer’s voice crackled back over the loudspeaker. “And Charlie Lowry scores an admirable 84 points! That puts him in a solid first place!”
The crowd clapped but Alexis beamed. “I don’t even care that he didn’t win. If he rides a bull that good, I’m in for a fun time tonight.”
Weston’s ride was last and Dani watched with nervous anticipation. The bull was restless in the chute as he settled in for his ride. When the gate opened the bull jumped out and started spinning and bucking, trying its best to get Weston off. Finally, the buzzer sounded and Weston jumped from the bull and ran for the chutes as the rodeo clowns distracted it.
“With a score of 82, Weston Stroh is in second place tonight! Make sure you all come back tomorrow for the final day of the rodeo when we will find out who the best are in each event!” the announcer exclaimed.
After they’d finally left the Sagebrush Arena, Dani asked Weston if he wanted to go out to Carl’s Saloon and greet his fans, but he just laughed.
“Honestly, Dani?” he told her as he guided his pickup truck through the front gate of the Stroh Family Ranch. “I enjoyed watching the rodeo with you. I talked to the fans that were in the stands while we were there, but now, I’d just like to be with you.”
Dani nodded.
“Really?”
“Really,” he continued. “Best night I’ve had in a long time: watching the rodeo with you, competing...and now taking you home, getting your clothes off and taking you to bed, ma’am.”
“That’s why you watched from the grand stand tonight?” Dani asked, impressed. “If that’s what gets you moving, sir, I’m happy to attend every single rodeo event ever.”
“Careful, Dani,” Weston said, pulling up to the ranch house and turning off the pickup’s engine. “I might just take you up on that. Now let’s get you in the house, shall we?”
They were inside the house in record time, shedding clothes in the entryway, the living room, the hallway and, by the time they made it to Weston’s bedroom, both of them were down to only underwear.
“Hold on,” Weston said when Dany reached for the waistband of his boxers. “I want to look at you, just for a second.”
Dani stood still, clad only in her lacy black bra and panties, as Weston’s eyes roamed over the landscape of her body. She’d never felt this appreciated before, she’d never felt this seen before.
“My god,” Weston breathed, finally. “My god, you’re beautiful.”
He ran one fingertip along the line of her bicep, and Dani quivered at his touch, her skin prickling under his fingertips.
“May I?” Weston asked, his fingers reaching behind her and resting on the clasp of Dani’s bra. She nodded mutely and he unclasped the hook with one deft flick of his fingers.
His hands slid down her abdomen, fingers moving slowly to savor each inch of her bare brown skin, finally stopping at the top of her flimsy black lace panties. Dani nodded, her brown eyes locked with Weston’s blue ones, and he slid the thin lace over her full thighs and dropped to his knees before her.
“Weston,” Dani whispered, not knowing if she was encouraging him or objecting.
He moved into her, sliding his hands around her hips to cup the fullness of her ass with his strong hands, giving it a firm squeeze as his face moved between her thighs. Dani felt his breath ghost over her soft mound for just a moment before the slick wetness of his tongue pushed her open.
Her knees buckled and Dani collapsed back against the wall, allowing it to hold her up as Weston’s eager mouth explored the damp entrance between her thighs.
“Weston,” Dani moaned, and her voice encouraged her lover. There was a brief pressure against her entrance, then Weston’s finger slipped inside. He lapped at her clit enthusiastically as he added another finger, delving deep inside Dani, pushing her open as he sent shockwaves of pleasure with his clever tongue.
“Is this okay?” Weston murmured, taking a break for a moment to press kisses against the soft skin of her thigh.
“Okay?” Dani laughed. “Remember how I know all those big marketing words?”
“All right then,” Weston laughed, pausing for a just moment before diving back into her. “I guess I’ll expect a full report afterward.”
He was back with her then, adding a third finger as his tongue circled her clit, drawing pleasure from her with ever increasing pressure. Finally, when Dani thought she couldn’t take anymore, Weston pulled away, scooping her up and carrying her to his bed.
“Ready?” he asked, voice soft as he laid her down.
“Ready,” Dani agreed, her voice thick and hazy with lust. “Please, Weston, please, I need you...”
Weston slowly lowered his boxers and Dani gasped. She might have just come out of a twelve year relationship, but she’d never, never, seen a cock the size of Weston’s.
“Oh my god,” she whispered and Weston’s eyes widened.
“Is this too much—” he began, but Dani shook her head.
“No,” she mumbled. “No, I want it. God, Weston, I need it. Just...go slow. To start.”
Weston Stroh was as good as his word, taking his time sliding into her, pushing into her with the thick head of his cock, then letting his shaft fill her, inch by inch. Finally, when Dani thought there couldn’t possibly be more, Weston paused. She could feel the wide base of him pushing her entrance open as far as it’s ever been. Dani felt split, she felt full, she felt incredible.
Weston rotated his hips experimentally, and Dani quivered beneath him. “I’m ready,” she whispered.
Weston didn’t need a second invitation. He began to thrust into her in earnest now, starting slow but picking up his pace in time with Dani’s moans of pleasure.
“Just like that,” she encouraged breathily from beneath him. “Yes, Weston, yes!”
Weston threw his head back and rode her then, driving hard into the wet welcome between her thighs. “Say my name again, Dani,” he urged, breathless.
“Weston!” Dani yelled. “Weston, yes!”
With a grunt, Weston came with his name on Dani’s lips and she followed him over the edge, their climaxes synched, their pleasure entwined.
Dani wanted to tell Weston how amazing he was, she wanted to use all her big marketing words to tell him that he was a good man, an incredible lover and a fantastic rodeo rider. But Dani didn’t use any of her words.
Instead, she curled into Weston’s side and drifted off to sleep as he stroked her hair, feeling grateful to have something that she didn’t even know she wanted.