Riding Heartbreak Road
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by Kiernan Kelly
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Jake Goodall is a Texas bull rider who's used to keeping his preference for men under wraps. Brent Miller is as wealthy New York businessman who has never had to hide. When Brent's car breaks down in Jake's hometown, the two of them begin a romance that might be hazardous to their health. From the prairies of Texas to the lights of New York and back again, from western rodeos to big city gay bars to a courtroom in Dallas, can the bull rider from the Lone Star State and the businessman from New York buck the odds to stay together?
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Top Shelf, 2006 http://www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: December 2006
175 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [220 KB]
Reading time: 145-203 min.
If there was one fact Jake Goodall was certain of, it was that there was nothing like having 1800 pounds of muscle and fury bucking between his thighs to get his blood boiling and his prick ready to ride more than just a bull.
Providing that his head or his balls weren't flattened like his mother's Sunday morning hotcakes, of course. Eight seconds didn't sound like much time, but when you spent them on the back of a snot-snorting, ass-busting, ball-banging bull as ornery as Wrecking Ball, they could stretch out for years. There was an old saying among bull riders--it wasn't a matter of if you got hurt, it was a matter of when and how badly.
He cleared his mind of everything but the animal beneath him, trying to 'cowboy up' as he strapped his riding hand down under the bull rope and found his seat on the broad back of Wrecking Ball. The bull heaved and banged against the steel side of the bucking chute, seemingly as anxious as Jake to get the show on the road.
Jake's left hand raised high in the air, his right tucked down tightly under the bull rope, his legs clenching Wrecking Ball's sides with the grip of a virgin's ass on prom night, and gave a nod. The gateman flung the chute open and the ride began.
Bucking, jumping, and twisting, the bull came alive under Jake's ass as it burst into the arena. It was like trying to ride a tornado but he managed to stay over his hand, keeping his seat for the full time. The whistle blew and he vaulted off the bull's back, landing squarely on his rump in the dark brown sawdust of the arena.
Jake was up and running before Wrecking Ball even realized he was gone, and the rodeo clowns ran interference as Jake sprinted to the fence, getting away with his hide slightly dented, but still intact. Swatting the dust from the seat of his jeans with his hat, he grinned as his score was announced. Thirty-seven points for him and another forty for the bull meant that he'd made the finals, and he was still smiling as he worked his way out of the arena after collecting his bull rope and black Stetson, heading toward the back pens. He stopped only long enough to pick up his gray duffle bag, slinging the strap over his shoulder. He'd be back tomorrow afternoon for the short-go, and a shot at the prize money and the buckle.