Dallas Fire & Rescue_Sizzling Attraction

by Thianna D.

  With a snort of laughter, Madison nodded. “Can I make a bet on the last part?”

  The afternoon was filled with work and filling out the paperwork she had been going to spend the evening doing. By four, she was glad to stick it all in a drawer and head to the shower. A full night of no politicking. As much as rodeos weren’t her thing—what kind of an idiot allowed himself to ride a bull or bronc anyway—she looked forward to doing something that didn’t involve selling herself as a leader. Especially since she could wear jeans. Sure she also wore a silk, button-down shirt, hat, and boots, but those were pretty much normal fair for a rodeo.

  They arrived at the grounds just before six to find it already crowded. After finding a parking spot, they retrieved two tickets and headed to their seats for a good view. Thankfully, they were at the top of the stands. They could see everything from there and if Madison got bored, nobody would notice that she wasn’t paying attention.

  Barrel racing was on and Madison watched as the women raced their horses around the barrels, trying to get the best time in. She felt a smidgeon of jealousy at the freedom they had to choose their own paths. She doubted many parents pushed their children into chasing barrels.

  The barrels were moved and the announcer spoke. “Give the lady a hand, folks. All right. Next up we’ve got our bull riders. These men put their lives on the line to show you a good time. So give them a hand. First up, Chevy Malt on Veil.”

  “Oh that has got to be a rodeo stage name,” Judy said with a snort making Madison laugh. “Though it sounds like he should be a clown.”

  One of the doors slammed open and a huge bull came out bucking and twisting, a man hanging on for dear life on its back, his legs flapping every which way while the idiot grasped onto his hat. As if that was what he should be holding onto. Madison hated stupid people and she could not see any intelligence in the act.

  “Oh,” the announcer said at the same time there was a collective “Oooh” from the audience. “Better luck next time, Chevy. And while our clowns are getting Veil out of the ring, let me remind you that tonight’s rodeo is brought to you by…”

  Madison glanced beyond the fencing to where several men in cowboy hats stood off to one side. From the distance, she couldn’t tell what they were doing—talking, laughing, or just plain bullshitting—but one of them caught her eye. He stood underneath a post and shaggy brown hair glinted in the light from it. A smooth smirk was etched across his mouth and Madison slowly dragged her tongue along her lower lip. Now wasn’t he a piece of hottie.

  It had been a couple years since she’d had sex as her father wanted her painted as a woman with values, whatever the hell that meant. But she wouldn’t mind jumping into bed with tall and fuck-hot handsome. He glanced up and even though she was sure he couldn’t see her out of everyone in the stands, it felt for a moment as though his eyes looked into hers. Both of his eyebrows went up and his smirk turned into a slow, wicked grin that made her breathing pick up. Handsome tipped his Stetson her way and then swiveled around as though someone caught his attention.

  It gave her a moment to get her heartbeat under control. Damn. He looked good enough for a nice ride. And even if he wasn’t all that good, anything after the barren desert she’d been on would be good. Wouldn’t it?

  The men walked out of the light and she sighed and forced her attention back to the activity below.

  “Watch Kendrick ride,” the announcer said. “This cowboy’s got mad skills with a bull. Hasn’t been bucked off in five years. You’re watching the champion of champions folks.” He continued on and Madison had to admit whoever Kendrick was, he had better form than the previous rider. For as much as he did the whole leg waving thing and holding onto his hat, he didn’t look to be as precariously perched as that other guy had been. The buzzer sounded and one of the clowns got into the bulls face, distracting it enough for Kendrick to hop onto the back of a horse and ride off. He even waved as they left. A good showman, if nothing else.

  “And that was our last bull rider for a little while. Up next, we’ve got our bronc riders. First up is Beau Trey and you don’t want to miss him, ladies and gentlemen. He’s won the top award for bronc riding seven years running. And he’s a local boy.” The audience cheered and Madison tried not to laugh. Especially when she turned to Judy who was checking her face in a mirror.

  For a moment, she wanted to pull the mirror away. And then she remembered why they were there. Judy was supposed to meet Mr. He’ll Do. Right. There was a reason Judy was trying to keep herself fresh. Madison glanced around and winced when she saw a camera pointed right at her. Damn. Everything she did would be broadcast somewhere. She forced a smile on her face and looked back toward the brouhaha below her.

  The clowns had got the bull out of the ring and were rolling the barrels out of the way. By the way Judy primped and tipped her hat to show her face off to its best, it was more like they were in the front row rather than all the way at the top.

  “All right, folks. It’s time for Beau to ride. Looks like his mount tonight’s already started on the bucking process.” A few folks laughed and Madison glanced around until she spotted the stall a few men were around. At the top of the frame was Mr. Handsome and she lost track of everything else for a moment. Especially when he straddled the horse and dropped down. In the next second the door opened and the horse burst out as if it had a demon on its tail. Hooves bucked up constantly and it looked like Handsome would be bucked off at any moment. She held her breath and leaned forward, her heart beating as she watched him. Stay on. Stay on. Her inner cheers sounded weird in her own head.

  It felt like forever but finally the buzzer sounded and while there was a man with a horse right next to them, Mr. Handsome seemed to use the other horse as more of a spring board as he put his hands on the back of the saddle and twisted off the bronco in mid-air and landed on dirt a second later, his hands up and a huge grin on his face. The audience went wild and a huge breath whooshed out of her lips as she realized it had probably all been for show.

  He followed the horse out of the gate and she turned toward Judy only to be surprised at the look of horror on her friend’s face. “Judy?” She waved her hand in front of her eyes when she didn’t respond.

  Judy blinked and then looked at Madison. “There’s no way I’m going out with him.” The last word was spoken with so much fear that Madison wasn’t sure how to respond.

  “So… should we leave now?” Madison suggested when nothing else came to mind. “Wait. He’s Beau?” Her mind clicked and she wanted to kick herself. Of course. Mr. Tall and Fuck-Hot Handsome would have to be the guy set up with her best friend.

  Judy nodded. “That’s what the announcer said. But there is no way I’m going out with a man who… does the kind of things he does.”

  Now Madison was intrigued. “He rides broncs for a living. So he can’t be too bright.”

  A huge snort ripped from Judy’s throat. “He’s brilliant, Mad. Fucking brilliant. Got a full ride to UT Austin. But did he go? No. He went into the rodeo circuit.”

  Confused, Madison brushed her hair to the side. “I’m still trying to figure out why you won’t go out with him. You’re intelligent.” It wasn’t like Judy couldn’t hold her own in a conversation.

  With an exaggerated roll of her eyes, Judy leaned in, flashing her phone. “I just looked up his picture on the forum sites. He’s got fans in the gazillians. But it seems to be well known that he’s… He’s…” She gulped and looked around as if to see if anyone was listening. The only person watching them was the one with the camera. Judy leaned in and spoke directly into Madison’s ear. “He likes to spank women.”

  “What? Like hit them?” Madison said, her heart beat running so fast that it sounded like thunder in her ears. Judy could not mean what she thought she meant. Was Beau Trey a spanko? It had been so many years since she’d indulged. Well, there was that once a couple years back… but she didn’t count that.

  “It’s one of those—” Ju
dy waved her hand around “—fetish things. You know? Turn a woman’s ass red? So barbaric.” She groaned. “For some reason I wasn’t matching up the Beau Trey, Myla Trey’s son, with the kinky bronc rider by the same name.”

  Madison nodded even as the thunder rushed past her ears. Mr. Tall and Fuck-Hot Handsome had just become so much hotter. In the last ten years she hadn’t dated a man who even put his hand on her ass let alone smacked it. And with all the pressure on her back she knew one thing. Even if it was just for one night, she was going to find a way to fuck Mr. TFHH. A good fuck and a hard spanking and she’d be ready for the horrible life ahead of her. Now. How to gain an introduction…?

  It was a good thing her friend knew she could be a loose cannon. A slow smile spread across her lips and she turned to Judy. “Introduce me.”

  Chapter Three

  Beau splashed some water on his face and handed a piece of apple to Rocket. “You did good tonight,” he told the colt. Rocket gobbled up the bite and nudged him for more. “Tomorrow,” he promised with a laugh and rubbed the horse’s nose. “I’ve got a woman to meet.” And I hope she’s that sexy redhead from the stands.

  A grunt caught his attention and he turned to watch Kendrick limp by. “What’s with the leg?” he asked.

  Kendrick turned his head and shrugged. “Getting too old for this shit.”

  With a smile, Beau smacked him on the shoulder. “Maybe you need to move on to a new level. You went from broncs to bulls.”

  “Like what? Being a rodeo announcer?” Kendrick said with derision. “No thanks. But I’ll think of something. The thrill just isn’t there anymore.” He shrugged. “Maybe I’ll look into that community we’ve been talking about for a while.”

  Beau didn’t respond and just watched Kendrick limp away. The community was just a pipe dream, he figured. No way would such a thing happen. Which meant he still needed to find a beautiful miss who wouldn’t mind bending over his knee or taking his single tail.

  Whistling softly, he headed toward the stands. The redhead was still in the top row. She was talking to a woman he hadn’t noticed before. While Red was in tight jeans and a sexy red blouse, the other woman was dressed more like a rodeo princess. He had the horrible feeling that Judy was the woman who looked like a beauty queen. Damn. How was he to flirt with the woman whose eyes he caught for that short moment if his date for the night was right next to her? Talk about really bad timing.

  When he reached the top row of seats, Red glanced up and gave him the sexiest smile he’d seen in a long time. Holy fuck. He glanced down her body and fought back a groan. Tall, thin legs, hips that just barely showed, thin waist, ample bosom. And lips that would look amazing around his dick.

  “Beau?” Beauty Queen Barbie said. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He was right.

  He pasted on a smile, though not the one he reserved to get laid. “Judy? It’s a pleasure to meet you, darlin’.” He reached out and shook her hand. “Nice of our mothers to want to introduce us.”

  “Err, yeah,” she said. Judy’s smile stayed on but her entire posture said go away as if he were a vampire and she were holding out a cross. “Let me introduce you to my best friend Madison. Mad, this is Beau Trey.”

  Madison. Now wasn’t that a beautiful name. He couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his lips as he took Madison’s hand between both of his. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Madison.”

  Her smile turned even more seductive and she stepped forward into his space. “It’s a great pleasure to meet you, Beau.” Her mouth formed a perfect “O” around his name and his breath hitched. Oh yeah. He had to get this woman alone and on her knees. Though, admittedly, her voice sounded somewhat familiar. He just wasn’t sure why.

  “Umm,” Judy said, looking between them as though she wasn’t sure whether to burst out laughing or to drag her friend off. “Should I wait?” The question didn’t make sense to him but Madison shook her head.

  “I don’t think so. When I’m done riding the sexy bronc rider, I’ll catch a cab.”

  Holy shit. His grin spread. He did love a woman that was sure of her own sexuality.

  “Okay.” Judy didn’t sound sure at all. “Call me tomorrow. First thing,” she said in a hiss.

  Madison shooed her away. “I’m good. I’ll call you over coffee.” She moved closer to Beau who hadn’t released her hand yet. “Want to get to know one another better?” The way her lips moved as she spoke was mesmerizing and for a moment, he couldn’t speak.

  “Definitely,” he said in a calm voice which belied the excitement he felt. He wanted the woman in his bed and he wanted her there now. His dick pressed roughly against his zipper and he had half a mind to pop it out in the car and see if she’d take care of him on the drive to the motel. Wanting to get out of the stands as quickly as possible, he strode toward the corner, Madison in tow. There was a back set of stairs that only those who worked the rodeo knew about. When they reached it, he turned to let her go first. She glanced around as though looking for something and relief washed over her face before she turned back to him and cocked a sexy eyebrow.

  “Are we doing this here?” she asked, amusement covering her tone. “Not that I’m totally against public displays, but…”

  He barked a laugh, enjoying the self-confidence that poured off her. “Not tonight, Madison. There’s a set of stairs over the side. Quickest way to my truck and the fastest way to my bed.”

  That sexy smile was back and she walked up to the barrier and looked over. “Well, lookee there,” she said and straddled the fence to get to the stairs. His eyes fastened on her derriere. Each globe was outlined perfectly in her jeans and damn if he didn’t want to see how it would sound when his palm made contact. Of course that was most likely a pipe dream. The women who knew spanking was one of his kinks expected nothing more than a couple love taps and a good fuck. They had no idea what a real spanking was. Nor did they want one. All they wanted was to say they rode Beau Trey.

  While he itched to paint a beautiful ass red, he would settle for a good hard fuck. They were easier to find.

  When she was halfway down, he climbed over the side and followed. She’d barely backed away before he let go and landed smoothly beside her. “Let’s go,” he said and took her hand again. A soft laugh escaped her lips and he winked at her before pulling her toward his truck.

  “You act like you haven’t been laid in ages,” she teased as she hopped inside his cab and he shut the passenger door.

  As soon as he got behind the wheel, he winked again. “There’s just never enough really good sex with a gorgeous woman, Madison. I can’t wait to be inside you.”

  Her beautiful eyes, the green of a meadow just after it rained, deepened a little and she licked her lips. Oh yeah. She was going to be crazy in bed. Just what he needed. If it turned out she was too crazy, his friends had rooms on either side of him and could give evidence he didn’t do a damned thing she didn’t want.

  The drive only took seven minutes and when he parked, she was already out of the cab before he’d even opened the door. “Which room’s yours?” she asked, once again glancing around as though looking for someone.

  A sense of discomfort rumbled in his gut. It wouldn’t be the first time some crazy fan tried to take advantage of him and get it on camera. “Who are you lookin’ for?” he asked in a calm voice.

  She startled and turned toward him. A hint of pink flooded into her cheeks and she grimaced. “Sorry. My family name’s kinda big and I’m trying to be sure some damned reporter who wants a story isn’t hanging around.”

  Her words rang with honesty and he could understand the problem. So he stepped forward and quickly unlocked the room. “In.” Relief settled in those beautiful eyes and she darted past him.

  The room was as basic as a cheap motel room could get. Queen bed and a small table that was old and had a paper bag folded underneath one leg to keep it from wobbling too badly. If there had been chairs once upon a time, they were gone. An old television was perche
d haphazardly against the wall.

  “Ah, I see they gave you the deluxe room,” she said as she looked around the small space.

  “Nah. Deluxe costs five bucks more and comes with roaches.”

  She sent him another startled look and he grinned. “Get what ya pay for, darlin’. This is just a plain, noisy, motel room.” He stepped up to her and drifted a finger over her cheek. “Now, what are you here for Madison? A plain old-fashioned roll in the hay? Or somethin’ a little more excitin’?”

  The smile he was quickly becoming addicted to popped up on her mouth. “Oh, I don’t go for anything plain,” she said as she reached behind her and unbuttoned her blouse. “I came here for a ride, cowboy.”

  Amused, he turned toward the table to put his clothes there. Before he’d reached the third button, she said “And a spanking if you’ve got one in you.”

  Instantly his dick lost interest and his shoulders sagged. Damn it. She was after something. No doubt some photographer friend was waiting outside to burst in and take a picture of said spanking. Perhaps even Judy. He walked back to the door and held it open. “On your way, Madison. I’m not a show pony you can make money from.”

  Chapter Four

  That was not how it was supposed to go. Madison stood outside the motel room in the humid evening wondering how things had gone so wrong. He was supposed to be a spanko. So why did he toss her out on her ass when she asked for one?

  “You all right, ma’am?”

  She glanced to her left and spotted the bull rider from earlier. “Fine,” she said. “Tonight didn’t go as planned.”

  His eyes flicked to the door she stood in front of and he cocked a brow. “Never known Beau to turn down a beautiful face.”

  The world thought she was hard and didn’t need accolades, but in that moment, she soaked the compliment in. “Thanks. I think I said something wrong.”