Tristan Parker Bull Rider นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I'd been so careful for months, and now everything was ruined in one moment of mechanical failure. Then I heard the sound that made my blood run cold, the deep rumble of multiple motorcycles approaching. Heavy bikes. Harleys, from the sound of them. The crowd parted like the Red Sea as five riders rolled into the circle of light cast by the spectators' headlights. The lead rider dismounted with predatory grace. Even in the dim light, I recognized him. Everyone in Coldwater knew Dax Steele. Six-foot-three of leather-clad muscle, dark hair pulled back in a knot, and eyes that could cut through steel. The Vice President of the Iron Wolves Motorcycle Club.

A little cautious. I know that look. I’ve worn it once myself. “I’ve seen you take down grown wolves without blinking,” I say to Parker, mostly to stir the pot. “Yet somehow she manages to keep you rattled.” He glances at me. “I’m not rattled.” “Of course not.” Trixie whirls around. “Are you talking about me?” “Wouldn’t dream of it,” I say smoothly. She storms back toward us. “You better put this guy in a cell fast, because if I have to listen to Parker gloat for one more minute—”

​After what felt like an eternity standing in front of her parents' house, I kicked my bike into gear and rode back to the clubhouse. Riding through the wind, I couldn’t help but think about what it meant to actually have a family. I know what I am. I can be brutal viciously so.In the underworld, I have been called a lot of things. The Bull. The Devil. Iron Fist. But when it comes to family, I have a soft spot. I’m a child at heart for the people I love. But make no mistake: you do not mess with me, my brothers, or their old ladies.

He warned, before walking out and heading to the entrance. I finished work with Rider standing close. He was the only brother, beside Alex, who stayed this close to me. He was constantly looking round, trying to spot any threats. Everyone had been vetted by Holgate, he was just being precautious. It was coming up to 5pm, time to clock off. I wasn’t working late today, I had the rest of the week, because I wanted to catch up on what I had missed, but I had nothing left to do. I logged out of my computer, signaling to my boss that I was done for the day. He nodded and gave me a thumbs up. He also nodded to Rider, Rider was intimating to everyone I worked with, he was tall, around 6ft 6. He pro

But she knew that if she let her father in, she could lose focus. Samantha had spent her entire life trying to make her way out from under his shadow. It was hard enough being Kevin Collins’ daughter. But it was even harder to be Kevin and Amanda Collins’ daughter. Kevin Collins was a celebrity in these parts. He had made a name for himself as a Bronc and Bull rider, even winning the World Championship twice before he was crushed by a bull, crushing his pelvis and leg, effectively ending his career. He had spent almost a year learning to walk again, and even now had to use a cane to help him get around.

His eyebrows had a strong arch that gave him a menacing look, even with a neutral expression. "Non-bikers are welcome," Bonnie said. "Come in." "Fantastic," he replied as he stepped inside. He took a seat near us at the bar. "Might I trouble you for a margarita?" He asked Red. "No salt. And one of those festive little umbrellas if you have any." Red smirked. "One 'festive' margarita comin' up." "I'm looking for a Bonnie Black," the guy said. "You've found her," Bonnie replied.

Jasper Our weekend in Estes Park went by quickly, so we found some quick temporary work for the week in the area before moving on to the next rodeo. It was important to stay busy while making a little money. We arrived in Colorado Springs this morning for the Pikes Peak or Bust Rodeo. Corbin signed up for the bronc event and I signed up for the bull riding event again. We were handed our numbers and pulled slips of paper to find out the names of our rides. We left the sign-up office and Corbin looked at the slip of paper in his hand. He started laughing and I looked at him like he was nuts.

He had come to the small-town rodeo on a whim during a weekend road trip, expecting cheap entertainment and cold beer. He hadn’t expected to be completely captivated by one man. Edgar Briggs. The champion bull rider had dominated the night. Thirty-two years old, tall and powerfully built, with sun-bronzed skin, a strong jaw shadowed by stubble, and a quiet, dangerous confidence that made Felix’s mouth go dry. When Edgar dismounted after an eight-second ride that had the crowd roaring, Felix found himself walking toward the trailer area instead of heading back to his rental car. He told himself he just wanted an autograph.

“They are all desperately trying to compete with you. And the truth is, they are losing the fight. Badly.” I wanted so badly to believe the words he was saying to me in the dark. I wanted to trust his promise with all my heart. But as the dark night hours finally fell over the woods and the massive bonfires roared higher into the sky, shedding a bright orange light across the campground, I simply could not ignore the sound of Siren’s loud, smoky laughter echoing across the clearing. She was sitting on a wooden bench, surrounded by a tight circle of huge, rugged bikers who clearly respected her strength and her place in their world.

show me I want you right here , right now no one can see us " he uses one hand to move his undo his jeans moving them out of the way ,I am only wearing my oversize shirt nothing underneath I was getting ready for bed. In one move he thrusts his huge cock all the way to the hilt the breath leaves my lungs as I shudder I am so wet it's not really uncomfortable he stops looking me in the eyes "are you okay? " he asks me I don't reply I just kiss him as he begins to move inside me slowly at first I break the kiss. "No Mr Parker I know you can do better than that " I don't want to hurt you ,you so tight you strangling my cock " I can take it Travis give it to me harder " he obliges moving with st