Read Online Unridden: A Studs in Spurs novel by Cat Johnson - Free Book Online
Authors: Cat Johnson
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she’s gonna write all that shit down.”
Jenna directed her attention back to Mustang. “ Mustang . About that. How’d you get that name anyway?”
Jumping at the chance for revenge, Slade dove right in. “That’s simple. It’s because he’s hung like a horse.”
“Yeah, right. Very funny.” Jenna scowled at Slade and then turned to Mustang. “Come on. Really. How did you get the nickname? Do you own a Ford Mustang or something?”
“Nope.” Mustang grinned wide.
“Your first horse was a Mustang?”
Still grinning broadly, he shook his head at her once again. “Nope.”
“You are really named for the size of your…” Her eyes dropped to Mustang’s crotch before she yanked them back up.
Slade laughed at her. “Well, it’s not like his mama took one look at him naked in the hospital and named him that when he was born. His given name is Michael Jackson, but would you want to be a cowboy with the same name as that freaky pop singer?”
“Slade! Jeez. Thanks a lot.” Mustang scowled at him over the rim of his beer cup.
“What? I’m allowed to tell her about the size of your dick but not that your real name is Michael Jackson?”
Mustang scowled. “That’s right.”
Slade rolled his eyes and turned back to Jenna, who appeared to still be having trouble finding a safe place to look when he made eye contact with her. “Anyway, once Mustang here started riding he tried to go by Mike Jackson, but once we found out that everyone in his high school used to call him Mustang because one of the girls he had nailed commented on how big he was, the name stuck.”
Slade noted Jenna’s cheeks flush again as she listened to him before recovering her composure and saying, “Okay. Thanks.”
Mustang, apparently over the anger that Slade had outed him about his real name, turned to Jenna. “I’d be happy to show you, if you’d like. For your research.”
“Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.” Still pink-cheeked, Jenna stared hard at her pad, flipping through the pages of scrawl again.
Slade sipped his beer and waited for her to find whatever she was looking for while he enjoyed watching her flustered.
“My head is spinning. I don’t have much time here in Tulsa, but there’s so much great stuff you two can give me.”
Mustang shook his head and laughed. “Oh, darlin’. You have no idea.”
She shot him an indulgent look. “I meant for the book.”
“Sure, for that too.” Mustang grinned charmingly, sliding her untouched beer cup toward her not so subtly.
“What do you have so far for this book of yours? Maybe we should start by taking a look at it,” Slade offered, anxious to get the conversation off of Mustang’s dick.
Jenna looked surprised at his suggestion. Hell, he was shocked as shit himself that he was actually interested, in both the woman and her book.
Slade realized this was probably the most conversation he’d exchanged with a female in years. Usually they skipped the talking part and went right from drinking to fucking, sometimes skipping the drinking portion altogether, depending on how willing she was.
Jenna reached into her bag. “I printed out what I’ve written so far. I know it’s a lot to ask, but could you take a look at it—just the bull riding stuff, and maybe some of the cowboy type stuff—and let me know if it’s accurate?”
Slade eyed the thick stack of printed pages, regretting he’d asked, as Mustang said, “Sure, we’ll read it. Let’s all three of us go on back to our trailer. The light’s better there and then we can all get comfortable while we read.”
She pursed her lips and shook her head in an excellent imitation of a schoolmarm. “I don’t think so. Besides, I don’t expect you to read it all right this minute. I can leave that with you and come back tomorrow night. Maybe we can talk again after the show is over?”
The show. Slade smothered a snort at that. “It’s not a show. In fact, it’s not a rodeo either. You keep
Jenna directed her attention back to Mustang. “ Mustang . About that. How’d you get that name anyway?”
Jumping at the chance for revenge, Slade dove right in. “That’s simple. It’s because he’s hung like a horse.”
“Yeah, right. Very funny.” Jenna scowled at Slade and then turned to Mustang. “Come on. Really. How did you get the nickname? Do you own a Ford Mustang or something?”
“Nope.” Mustang grinned wide.
“Your first horse was a Mustang?”
Still grinning broadly, he shook his head at her once again. “Nope.”
“You are really named for the size of your…” Her eyes dropped to Mustang’s crotch before she yanked them back up.
Slade laughed at her. “Well, it’s not like his mama took one look at him naked in the hospital and named him that when he was born. His given name is Michael Jackson, but would you want to be a cowboy with the same name as that freaky pop singer?”
“Slade! Jeez. Thanks a lot.” Mustang scowled at him over the rim of his beer cup.
“What? I’m allowed to tell her about the size of your dick but not that your real name is Michael Jackson?”
Mustang scowled. “That’s right.”
Slade rolled his eyes and turned back to Jenna, who appeared to still be having trouble finding a safe place to look when he made eye contact with her. “Anyway, once Mustang here started riding he tried to go by Mike Jackson, but once we found out that everyone in his high school used to call him Mustang because one of the girls he had nailed commented on how big he was, the name stuck.”
Slade noted Jenna’s cheeks flush again as she listened to him before recovering her composure and saying, “Okay. Thanks.”
Mustang, apparently over the anger that Slade had outed him about his real name, turned to Jenna. “I’d be happy to show you, if you’d like. For your research.”
“Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.” Still pink-cheeked, Jenna stared hard at her pad, flipping through the pages of scrawl again.
Slade sipped his beer and waited for her to find whatever she was looking for while he enjoyed watching her flustered.
“My head is spinning. I don’t have much time here in Tulsa, but there’s so much great stuff you two can give me.”
Mustang shook his head and laughed. “Oh, darlin’. You have no idea.”
She shot him an indulgent look. “I meant for the book.”
“Sure, for that too.” Mustang grinned charmingly, sliding her untouched beer cup toward her not so subtly.
“What do you have so far for this book of yours? Maybe we should start by taking a look at it,” Slade offered, anxious to get the conversation off of Mustang’s dick.
Jenna looked surprised at his suggestion. Hell, he was shocked as shit himself that he was actually interested, in both the woman and her book.
Slade realized this was probably the most conversation he’d exchanged with a female in years. Usually they skipped the talking part and went right from drinking to fucking, sometimes skipping the drinking portion altogether, depending on how willing she was.
Jenna reached into her bag. “I printed out what I’ve written so far. I know it’s a lot to ask, but could you take a look at it—just the bull riding stuff, and maybe some of the cowboy type stuff—and let me know if it’s accurate?”
Slade eyed the thick stack of printed pages, regretting he’d asked, as Mustang said, “Sure, we’ll read it. Let’s all three of us go on back to our trailer. The light’s better there and then we can all get comfortable while we read.”
She pursed her lips and shook her head in an excellent imitation of a schoolmarm. “I don’t think so. Besides, I don’t expect you to read it all right this minute. I can leave that with you and come back tomorrow night. Maybe we can talk again after the show is over?”
The show. Slade smothered a snort at that. “It’s not a show. In fact, it’s not a rodeo either. You keep
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