Ridin' Dirty: An Outlaw Author Anthology (OAMC Book 1)

by Blue Remy

  “Yeah let’s go, shithead.” Jake’s reply brings a rumble of a laugh from me because he knows I’m right.

  Bull riding is a dangerous sport you risk your life by doing, and at the same time, it’s one hell of a rush. The crowd keeps you pumped, the announcer gets your energy rushing, and mounting that bull gets your heart beating wildly. I live for this shit, just like my dad did.

  ***

  I look around at the arena as my pulse races. I look around at the sold out stadium as my heart thunders against my chest. The crowds of people are cheering on the edge of their seats, watching and waiting to see if something happens. “Cody, you’re up next,” my flank man lets me know.

  Some of the other riders help me ease down onto Double Barrel. Gripping the handle on the rope, I give a few good tugs, checking to make sure the rosin is applied well. My gloved hand is securely in place, and my flank man pulls the rope tightly against the bull, getting him ready. Zoning out on the announcer, I take a couple of deep breaths before controlling it. I roll my shoulders then lift my left arm into the air. I’m ready, and giving the nod of my head to the gate man, he opens the chute.

  We cross the plane of the chute and the clock starts ticking. One second, I count in my head as my body jerks around. Double Barrel bucks hard, trying to get me off his back, but I stay securely in place. Two seconds, the bull rides away from my hand, meaning he spins left. Double Barrel’s back end comes up off the ground. Three seconds, he jerks to the right, making me slip to the left, but I recover, still holding strong. Four, five, six, and seven seconds, I hang on for dear life as my body is being thrown every which way. It’s almost over and I’ve had an awesome fuckin’ ride. Eight seconds, the sound of the buzzer slices through my concentration.

  I let go of the rope, hop off Double Barrel and race to the gate, jumping up before he can get to me. I turn my head to see Jake distract the beast, along with a couple rodeo clowns. They get him back to the chute and locked up before I hop down, throwing my white Stetson in the air and taking a bow. The crowd goes crazy, stomping and screaming, clapping and chanting my name. This is what I live for.

  After all forty-five guys have taken their turn, we wait for our scores. “With a score of Eighty-five, Cody Sterling has made it to the final round. And there you have it ladies and gentlemen, our top ten contenders for the short circuit tomorrow night! With no casualties, we had a great show of rides. How about one more round of applause for these brave men? Come back tomorrow evening to watch the remaining ten!”

  The announcer sounds off. Jake runs up and grabs me around the waist, lifting me up. “That was fuckin’ awesome, man! You made it!” Jake says while shaking me, and we both laugh. He puts me back on my feet then we give each other a couple slaps on the back.

  “Thanks, man. You did awesome tonight too,” I tell him honestly. Jake has been in the rodeo right beside me since we were both eighteen. I’m the bull rider and he’s the bullfighter, both equally dangerous.

  “You ready to get out of here? The after party’s at some bar called Pints.”

  “Hell yeah, I’m ready.” I’m ready to get a cold beer, relax, and see what kinda hot piece I can score tonight.

  As we are leaving, I stop to sign some autographs for kids hoping one day to be bull riders themselves, men who just love the sport, and for women wanting to get a ride later tonight from one of us top contenders. We finally make it to my black Chevy Silverado, and I start it up, punching the bar name into my GPS.

  After making our way through the confusing streets of Wichita, Kansas, we find the bar. I park in the packed parking lot, we hop out, I hit the key fob to lock the doors, and we head into Pints. Pushing our way through the crowd, I get a lot of pats on the back and congratulations on the way to the counter. When we finally reach the bar top, I whistle for the bartender. When he comes over, I order a Bud for me and Jake orders the same. The bartender sits the beers in front of us and waits for us to pay. I take that first long pull, letting the cold drink wet my dry mouth, then look over the crowd. “There’s a lot of buckle bunnies here tonight,” Jake states the obvious like I can’t see that for myself.

  Buckle bunnies are what we like to call the women looking to get fucked by one of the riders or fighters. Just like us, most of ‘em ain’t looking for anything but a good fuck. Occasionally you’ll run across the grade A clinger, thinking you’re gonna marry her. That’s when you tumble in the sheets for the night and then sneak outta the room, or wherever you’re at, before she wakes up or notices. Never, and I mean never, give a girl your number because if you do, your ass is just asking for trouble.

  “You see that cute lil’ red head lookin’ this way?” I ask Jake before taking another long pull off my beer, letting the cold liquid run down my throat.

  “Yeah, I see her. Go get her, dude. She’s lookin’ like she’s rapin’ you with her eyes. One.” He holds up one finger. “Two.” Now it’s two fingers. “Three.” His laugh bursts out because here she comes, walking towards us.

  “Shut the fuck up, man.” I let out a laugh of my own just as she gets over to us.

  “Hey, guys. How’s it going tonight?” She gives me a seducing smile.

  “Good. You?” I return her question.

  “Oh, I think it just got a whole lot better,” she says before running her finger down my flannel covered arm. “Aren’t you Cody Sterling?” she questions, batting her eyes like she doesn’t already know. I don’t understand that about women, why not just say how it is? Why not just say what you want? Don’t play games with it.

  “Let’s cut to the chase here, okay?” Her smile goes down a bit, but I go on. “You knew who I was before you came over here. I’m not really into caring what your name is. We’re both looking to have a good time and that good time consists of getting fucked. So let’s get to it.” Something flashes across her face before the smile is back and she nods her head. I sit my beer on the counter, take her hand, and lead her to the women’s bathroom.

  Knocking on the door, no one answers, so I open it and walk her over to the sink, spinning her around so her back is to my front. “Hold onto the sink and be quiet.” When her hands are gripping the basin on either side, I pull her panties down, running my finger over her wet pussy.

  I undo my belt buckle, unzip my jeans and pull them, along with my boxer briefs, down my legs to my ankles. I pull the condom out of my pocket, rip it open and roll it over my cock. Lining myself at her entrance, I thrust into her hard and quick, there’s no need to take this slow. Placing my hand on her back, I bend her over the sink farther, then grip her hips with both hands. I notice she has a death grip on the edges of the sink, her knuckles are white. She wants to make noise, but she wants to please me so she’s keeping quiet like I asked. She doesn’t need to adjust to my size, she’s not that tight, so I start pumping into her.

  Trying to make this go quick, I pull on her hair, lifting her back up so I can hear the soft sounds coming from her mouth. I continue to slam into her wet pussy, but this girl really isn’t doing too much for me. Reaching my hand under her top and bra, I grip onto one of her small tits, squeezing it and pinching the pebbled little nipple. In the mirror, her face shows she’s enjoying this much more than I am. Her eyes are tightly closed, mouth parted open and cheeks flushed with need. Her walls begin to clench around my dick and I know she is close to finding her orgasm, I just wish I was too. Then the door opens.

  Standing in the doorway is the most stunning woman I have ever seen. Her long dark hair flows down her shoulders, big amber eyes meet mine in the mirror, full lips on display and rosy cheeks from embarrassment. She doesn’t know what to do, but she can’t seem to take her eyes off the scene. I watch as her gaze explores, watching me fuck this girl, and her head tilts a little to the side. Her pink bottom lip goes between her teeth. A trim little waist leads to her large breasts as they rise and fall from her breaths increasing, and her thighs seem to move together more. The girl in the mirror is tall, just a few inches short
of six feet. Her legs in those ripped up jeans go on forever.

  Something ignites within me as I watch this beautiful woman. My spine tingles and I pound harder and faster into the redhead, my eyes stay glued onto the brunette and I finally find my release. I have to bite on my own bottom lip, drawing blood to keep myself from roaring out like a goddamn beast. Closing my eyes, I finish filling the condom, and when I open them back up, the woman is gone. I pull out, get rid of the condom and wrapper, wash my hands, fix my jeans, and start to head out.

  “Wait!” the redhead hollers out, then asks, “Are you going to wait for me or don’t you want my number at least?”

  “No and no. That’s not how this works and you know it. We had our fun, it’s time to move on.” With those words, I open the bathroom door, walk back to the bar, and order another beer. The Buckle Bunnies use us just as much, if not more than we use them, so why not just tell it like it is? If there was a woman out there, maybe a gorgeous brunette, that I could actually care about, no way would I treat her like that. I wanna love a woman that loves me back, not the rider I am, not how much money I make, or what I can do for them. Just me, Cody Sterling, the man.

  I sit on a stool looking out around the crowd and find Jake dancing with some girl. I scan the room trying to find the mystery girl, but I don’t see her anywhere. All of a sudden I feel a shock of electricity run through my body, making the hairs on my arms and neck shoot up. I look to my right and there she is, sitting next to me on a stool, looking at me. My cheeks heat so I take a long pull off my beer, hoping it will help cool me down. What the hell is wrong with me? “Uh hey,” I say to her, not being able to get an intelligent thought together at the moment.

  She laughs, a beautiful sound, almost as beautiful as she is. “Don’t get shy on me now, honey.” My own laugh bubbles out then.

  “Sorry about that. Ya know, the whole bathroom thing.” Why am I apologizing to her?

  “It’s okay. I shouldn’t have watched, but I couldn’t help it. It was kinda hot.” Her head dips down and a rosy pink shades her cheeks.

  Taking my finger and thumb, I grip her chin, lifting it so her eyes meet mine. “If I’m not allowed to get embarrassed then neither are you. What’s your name, beautiful?”

  “Sh...Sonya Collins. And yours?” I pull back at her question, clearly shocked. It’s not that I’m a conceited asshole or all about myself, but I just figured she would know who I was. This is a party for the bull riders after all.

  Regaining my composure, I answer, “Cody. You don’t know who I am?”

  “Well from the way you’re dressed, I would say you’re a cowboy. I know that you were just fuckin’ that girl in the bathroom, but by the looks of it, you weren’t really into it until I walked in. I know that this is the after party for the riders tonight. Oh, are you a bull rider? Did you ride tonight?”

  A laugh bursts from my lips. “You would be correct. And yeah, I rode. I made it into the top ten short circuit for tomorrow night.”

  Her eyes widen and a slow smile forms. “Oh yeah, I remember hearing your name. Cody Sterling, right? I’m sorry, I don’t keep up with all that stuff, but you did have one hell of a ride tonight. You were the only rider I really paid attention to, although I’m not quite sure why. Congratulations! I think this calls for a couple of shots.”

  I’m not sure if I should take her admission as a complement or not, but I just smile. “Yeah, thanks.” Whistling, I get the bartender’s attention. “Couple shots of tequila.” It’s refreshing to sit with this girl who really doesn’t know who I am. I like sitting here with her, and I asked what her name was. I usually don’t give a shit, but this girl’s different. Something settles within me as we take our tequila shots.

  We stayed at the bar until they kicked us out. We didn’t do much talking, but we laughed at all the drunks. We danced, we sat next to each other just listening to the music, and it was an all around good time, at least for me it was. I hope it was for her too. I introduced her to Jake, she introduced me to Pudge, the girl Jake was dancing with earlier. In the short time I’ve known this woman, she has made a hypocrite outta me. I gave her my number, she gave me hers, and now I’ve asked her to meet me at the fair grounds tomorrow afternoon.

  I wanna spend time with her and I’m not even thinking about getting into her pants. I just wanna be around her. She’s not only beautiful on the outside, but on the inside too. I’ve never met a woman that made me think about having more than one night with her, but I want it with Sonya. I have a feeling when Sunday rolls around I’m not gonna want to leave. We all said goodnight, Sonya and Pudge went one way, Jake and I went the other.

  Now I’m lying in my hotel room bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking about her. I laugh to myself at how we met, but it didn’t ruin the great night we had. “You thinkin’ about that girl?” Jake asks from his bed. I guess somebody else can’t find sleep either.

  “Yeah. I can’t help it, man. She’s different.”

  “I get it. You have a good time tonight?”

  “Better than I’ve had in a long time.” Looking over towards his bed, I question, “Did you?”

  “Yeah, I did. Pudge is gonna come with Sonya tomorrow.”

  “That’s good. Let’s get some sleep. We need rested up for tomorrow night.”

  “Somethin’s tellin’ me one weekend with these girls ain’t gonna be enough. Night, Cody.”

  “Night, Jake. I think you’re right.” With that I roll onto my side, opposite of him. There is no thinking it, I already know one weekend with Sonya Collins isn’t going to be enough.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Shug

  Saturday

  When I woke up yesterday, my life was the same as it always was; nothing changed, nothing happened, nothing made me think today is going to be different. I grabbed my favorite pair of ripped jeans, and a black tee to match. I showered, dried off, got dressed, did my hair and makeup, slipped on my Chucks over my mismatching socks, grabbed my keys and purse, then left the clubhouse. All the while thinking this will be just like any other day. I’ll go out, I’ll have a good time, then I’ll return to my hell of a reality. Not once did I expect that my life would be turned on its axis.

  Pudge and I sat on the bleachers watching bull rider after bull rider trying to get those eight seconds. Those men tried to hang on for dear life as the bull tried to buck them off. The announcer introduced each bull along with each rider, and I wasn’t paying much attention until one name was called. I don’t know what made me sit up straighter or give my undivided attention, our seats were too far back for me to really see much. My head was moving left and right, trying not to miss a thing as the announcer says, “Next up is Cody Sterling. The fans love him, the women flock to him, and the bulls want to ruin him. Cody has taken this sport by storm and tonight you will see that for yourselves. The bull he will be riding is a powerhouse. He’s had sixty consecutive buck offs. This. Is. Double Barrel!” The announcer stretches out the bull’s name.

  I sat there watching in a daze as the chute opened, the bull and rider sprung forward and Double Barrel turned this way and that, trying to rid himself of the rider. It didn’t work. The clock counted to eight seconds and the buzzer rang out. Cody did what sixty others tried to do before him, but he succeeded. He got his eight seconds in! “Did you see that?” Pudge asked while shaking my arm. The crowd was going crazy for Cody and his accomplishment.

  “Yeah, I did.” My response came with a smile as I watched the rider throw his hat and take a bow. We continued to sit there until all forty-five riders had their turn. There were quite a few that rode the full eight seconds, but their form wasn’t as good as Cody’s. He made it look so easy, so beautiful.

  We sat in my Honda Accord in the parking lot at the fairgrounds until it was quiet. I wasn’t trying to make my way through all those cars, crazy drivers make me nervous, so I’d rather be safe than sorry. Pudge’s phone dinged with a new text. “There’s an after party at Pints. You wanna go?”


  “Yeah, I’m not ready to go back to the clubhouse yet.” I knew where Pints was already so we headed that way. After about ten minutes, we finally found a parking spot in the packed lot and made our way inside. “I gotta pee. Go order us some drinks and I’ll meet you at the bar.”

  Pushing my way through the crowd, I finally made it to the women’s bathroom. There wasn’t a line, so without thinking I turned the knob, found it unlocked, and walked in, letting the door shut behind me. Shocked isn’t even the word to describe the situation I found myself in.

  I could feel my face heat and I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t take my eyes away from the man. He was tall, over six foot, cowboy boots on his feet with Wranglers and boxer briefs pooling around his ankles. Raking over his body, I took in his strong muscular calves and thighs, and a very toned ass as it flexed while thrusting hard into the girl. He had a wide back and chest, covered by his blue plaid flannel shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, showing muscular forearms. White Stetson hat in place, my eyes went to the mirror so I could see his face.

  My amber eyes were met with crystal clear blues, a strong lined jaw, a very well-trimmed, light colored beard and mustache. A vein in his neck extended from the exertion, and you could see sweat beading from the work he was putting in. He was sexy, so fuckin’ sexy, unlike anything I had ever seen before. So different from the bikers I’m used to.

  I’ve seen a lot of people fuckin’ so I know what it looks like when you’re not into it, and this guy had that look. He was still working to find his much needed release though. Can’t call the guy a quitter, that’s for sure, by the way he was giving that girl a pounding. Geez, I would’ve put bets on her pussy being sore the next day.

  My eyes couldn’t leave his and I found myself getting turned on for the very first time. I bit into my lip as he took me in. For every inch of me he discovered, his thrusts into her became rougher, harsher. My breaths quickened, chest rising and falling in pants as I watched the redhead shake with her orgasm. She wanted to scream out, but something told me he had warned her to be quiet. Her knuckles were ghostly white and her eyes were tightly shut, she hadn’t even noticed someone else in there with them. My thighs pressed together as I started to feel throbbing in between my legs that I had never felt before. When the man’s eyes closed, I snuck out, needing to get away. I rushed to the bar, finding Pudge.