Bullheaded

throat. “Well, uh, meeting you and talking to you inspired me to call my old boyfriend. The one I told you I shouldn’t have let get away from me.”
    Johnny grinned. “You too?”
    “Yeah. There’s something about you, kid, that woke up the romantic in me. I guess monogamy isn’t too high a price to pay for love after all.”
    “That’s good to hear. I hope it works out for you too. You deserve it.”
    “Maybe our meeting was meant to lead to bigger and better things for both of us. Not that if you’d been free I would have let you get away from me. You’re a very special man, Johnny.”
    “So are you, March.”
    “Give my best to Cody.”
    Johnny glared at the phone, catching the beginning of March’s rich, dirty laugh before he hung up. “You old devil.” How had he known? Then he remembered March followed bull riding. Hopefully it only showed to people who were looking for that kind of stuff, but Johnny decided to watch himself when Cody was in the ring. No more dreamy stares and secret smiles. No hanging on to him after yanking him to safety, because even though Cody was riding better, he still couldn’t dismount for fuck.

    “P UT on your boots.”
    “But I’m naked.”
    Johnny leered. “I know.”
    “Are you getting kinky on me?”
    “Kinky as I can. Even though naked with cowboy boots is pretty low on the freaky scale.”
    “Does it mean I have a lot more to look forward to?”
    “If you put your damn boots on.”
    Cody hoisted himself off the bed and stamped on his boots. “Hot enough for you?”
    “Turn around,” Johnny directed as he followed Cody. “Lean on the wall.”
    Cody looked over his shoulder. “I feel silly.”
    “You look hot. And since when do you not want to show off?” Looking at the defined muscle of Cody’s upper back and round cheeks over long, slim legs stuck into cowboy boots made Johnny start to move his hand lazily on his cock. “Stroke yourself for me.”
    Cody twisted around to face him, still leaning his shoulders against the wall, hips jutting out. His cock slowly rose and hardened under his hand. “Does this mean I’m gonna get lucky?”
    “Really lucky,” Johnny murmured, his gaze on Cody’s lean body. He turned Cody to face the wall again and lowered his body against Cody’s to rub himself on Cody’s back, letting his erection lodge between Cody’s thighs. “My turn.”
    Cody pushed back slightly and Johnny sank his teeth into the muscle at the conjunction of neck and shoulder, feeling the change in Cody’s body from resistance to compliance.
    “You’re a tease.” Cody stretched his neck to give Johnny better access.
    “Not really, I plan to follow through,” Johnny said, his lips moving against Cody’s skin.
    “No marks,” Cody said.
    “Don’t worry, you already got enough bruises. No one will be able to tell where they came from.”
    “I was gonna fuck you.”
    “We’ll take turns. And now… shut up.”
    Cody shut up, but he rolled them on the wall and pinned Johnny’s wrists over his head to kiss him. “Taking turns is overrated.”
    Johnny spun Cody around to reverse their positions and pinned him to the wall instead. “No, it isn’t.”

    “A LL the excitement of all the arenas the NBR visited for the entire year seems to be packed into the Center here in Las Vegas for the five days of the finals.
    “Every year the cream rises to the top, and the world of bull riding ends up here, where we’ll see the best bulls and riders match up to compete for the World Championship. It’s been a long road to get here, full of triumph and defeat, injury and recovery for most of our competitors, bull and rider alike.
    “This year’s finals will be the most exciting to date. We’ve seen the rise of the two great Brazilian riders, good friends Juca Matos and Rinque Tourinho, holding the number two and four rankings respectively. Rounding out the top five is Canadian Tate Klein. We’ve got cowboys from Australia, Brazil, Canada, and from all over the US of A.
    “If the NBR were handing out a buckle for most drama, there’s no doubt Defending World Champion Cody Grainger would go home with it this year. At the beginning of the year, he was riding on top and it looked like no one could beat him. He made no secret of his plan to win the finals again this year. He set a new record during the first part of this year for winning at least one round in each event he rode in. It seemed like only a miracle or an injury could