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strung high above Main Street, reminding her that this was the time of year in which the whole area gleamed with "rodeo fever."
Growing up in Broken Branch, Alexis knew what happened when the PRRA came around. With their headquarters centered in the small town, the association's final event of the year brought in enough tourism money to pretty much fund most of the businesses of Broken Branch for the next twelve months.
"Is the PRRA event this weekend?" she asked, casually making conversation.
"Yeah," Kip replied. "That's why it is harder than hell to get a hotel room around here right now."
Alexis nodded. She vaguely remembered trying to get a hotel suite when her sister mentioned the wedding, but not being able to and having to stay at her parent's house instead. "Go figure. Leave it to Jen to have her wedding on the busiest weekend of the year," she huffed under her breath, too quietly for Kip to hear.
The Scarlet Saddle Dance Hall and Saloon sat just on the outskirts of Broken Branch. The rocky gravel lot filled with muddy trucks of all shapes and sizes only further confirmed that it was rodeo weekend. Alexis smiled as Kip's diesel pickup pulled into the parking lot, reminiscing over late-night shenanigans with friends during her youth.
That was a lifetime ago , she thought to herself with a slight smile.
"Something funny?" Kip asked with a soft laugh and a raised eyebrow as he parked the vehicle.
"No," she answered with a shrug. "Just thinking about all the trouble I got into after high school at this place."
"I see," he grinned, putting up the center console and reaching across the seat. When he placed a callused hand seductively on her thigh, she felt her body start to tremble beneath his touch. "Something tells me you still get into a bit of trouble now."
Alexis smirked. "Well, cowboy. Perhaps I do. What about it?"
Kip laughed. "There's nothing about it. I just haven't known a single redhead in my life that didn't find herself in a bit of a wild situation every now and again." His thumb began to stroke her soft skin, causing her to wish it were just a bit higher, reaching under her short black skirt. Instead, it remained in place—teasing, tempting, and taunting her.
"Oh, I'm sure you're no angel, either," Alexis scoffed with an eye roll.
"Most men aren't," he replied seriously.
"And cowboys?"
Kip grinned. "We're the worst … Especially those of us on the rodeo circuit." It was then Alexis noticed the shirt he was wearing actually had emblems across it, signifying he was a member of the PRRA.
"So, what's your poison?" she asked, reminded of the bull riders she'd taken a spin on before moving to Florida. "Bull riding? Roping?"
"Saddle bronc," he replied with a nod.
"And?" she asked, carefully gauging whether or not he was an actual competitor or just some groupie that had come to town to watch.
"And, what?"
"Are you any good?"
Kip's mouth flirted dangerously close to hers, making Alexis silently will him to kiss her. He didn't and she suppressed the urge to pout. "Honey, I'm good at a hell of a lot of things. Riding wild things that buck, included." Pulling away, he shut off the engine and got out of the truck.
Heat pooled between Alexis's thighs and she could feel her panties start to dampen as she put her shoes on, opened the passenger door, and stepped out.
As they walked in, she thought she spotted people whispering Kip's name—the men giving him appreciative glances and the women giving her dirty looks.
"Damn, cowboy. Perhaps I didn't give you enough credit," she conceded after they'd gotten beers from the bartender and had sat down at a small picnic table on the outdoor patio of the bar, their backs against the tabletop. A live band played some rocking tune across the place, making Alexis glad they'd opted to take things out into the night air.
Kip raised an eyebrow. "Oh? How so?" he asked, placing an arm around her and drawing her closer on the bench.
"For starters, practically
Growing up in Broken Branch, Alexis knew what happened when the PRRA came around. With their headquarters centered in the small town, the association's final event of the year brought in enough tourism money to pretty much fund most of the businesses of Broken Branch for the next twelve months.
"Is the PRRA event this weekend?" she asked, casually making conversation.
"Yeah," Kip replied. "That's why it is harder than hell to get a hotel room around here right now."
Alexis nodded. She vaguely remembered trying to get a hotel suite when her sister mentioned the wedding, but not being able to and having to stay at her parent's house instead. "Go figure. Leave it to Jen to have her wedding on the busiest weekend of the year," she huffed under her breath, too quietly for Kip to hear.
The Scarlet Saddle Dance Hall and Saloon sat just on the outskirts of Broken Branch. The rocky gravel lot filled with muddy trucks of all shapes and sizes only further confirmed that it was rodeo weekend. Alexis smiled as Kip's diesel pickup pulled into the parking lot, reminiscing over late-night shenanigans with friends during her youth.
That was a lifetime ago , she thought to herself with a slight smile.
"Something funny?" Kip asked with a soft laugh and a raised eyebrow as he parked the vehicle.
"No," she answered with a shrug. "Just thinking about all the trouble I got into after high school at this place."
"I see," he grinned, putting up the center console and reaching across the seat. When he placed a callused hand seductively on her thigh, she felt her body start to tremble beneath his touch. "Something tells me you still get into a bit of trouble now."
Alexis smirked. "Well, cowboy. Perhaps I do. What about it?"
Kip laughed. "There's nothing about it. I just haven't known a single redhead in my life that didn't find herself in a bit of a wild situation every now and again." His thumb began to stroke her soft skin, causing her to wish it were just a bit higher, reaching under her short black skirt. Instead, it remained in place—teasing, tempting, and taunting her.
"Oh, I'm sure you're no angel, either," Alexis scoffed with an eye roll.
"Most men aren't," he replied seriously.
"And cowboys?"
Kip grinned. "We're the worst … Especially those of us on the rodeo circuit." It was then Alexis noticed the shirt he was wearing actually had emblems across it, signifying he was a member of the PRRA.
"So, what's your poison?" she asked, reminded of the bull riders she'd taken a spin on before moving to Florida. "Bull riding? Roping?"
"Saddle bronc," he replied with a nod.
"And?" she asked, carefully gauging whether or not he was an actual competitor or just some groupie that had come to town to watch.
"And, what?"
"Are you any good?"
Kip's mouth flirted dangerously close to hers, making Alexis silently will him to kiss her. He didn't and she suppressed the urge to pout. "Honey, I'm good at a hell of a lot of things. Riding wild things that buck, included." Pulling away, he shut off the engine and got out of the truck.
Heat pooled between Alexis's thighs and she could feel her panties start to dampen as she put her shoes on, opened the passenger door, and stepped out.
As they walked in, she thought she spotted people whispering Kip's name—the men giving him appreciative glances and the women giving her dirty looks.
"Damn, cowboy. Perhaps I didn't give you enough credit," she conceded after they'd gotten beers from the bartender and had sat down at a small picnic table on the outdoor patio of the bar, their backs against the tabletop. A live band played some rocking tune across the place, making Alexis glad they'd opted to take things out into the night air.
Kip raised an eyebrow. "Oh? How so?" he asked, placing an arm around her and drawing her closer on the bench.
"For starters, practically
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