Unridden: A Studs in Spurs novel by Cat Johnson Read Free Book Online Page B

“Pick someone else, man. How about the one bouncing up and down over there? She’s about to pop right out of that top. You might want to keep an eye on her.”
    Mustang glanced her way. “Yeah, I saw her already. I’m set on the other one.”
    Laughing, Slade shook his head. “Good luck ‘cause I can just about see the stick up her ass from here. That one is wound tight, but you go for it, man, and I’ll enjoy watching you get shot down.”
    Mustang raised a brow. “Is that a challenge, my friend?”
    Slade let out a short laugh. “No, it’s the truth.”
    “Well, I think you’re wrong. Sometimes it’s the quiet ones that are the wildest once you get them naked.”
    “And you think you can get her naked?”
    Mustang nodded. “Yup. I do.”
    “Well, I’d like to see that.”
    Grinning, Mustang slapped his friend on the back. “Don’t worry. You’ll be there too.”
    Slade shook his head. “ Maybe , and that is a big maybe, you might be able to get that woman naked, with enough alcohol and bullshit, but no frigging way will she agree to both of us. Never in a million years.”
    Feeling cocky and never one to resist a challenge, Mustang said, “We’ll see. You willing to make a bet on that?”
    Slade crossed his arms over his chest. “Yes, we will see and, yes, I am. What do you want to bet?”
    Mustang grinned. Slade was showing more interest in their extra-curricular activities than he had in weeks. Maybe he had really just been bored like he said. Perhaps what they both needed was a good challenge. Mustang knew to his core this woman would provide at least that, but more than likely, so much more.
    Now, for this bet… “How about loser has to buy the winner a new pair of chaps?”
    Slade grinned. “I could use me a new pair of chaps, so you’re on.”
    Glancing back at the stands to search again for the object of their discussion, Mustang frowned. Where the hell was she?
    “She’s gone! Shit! Where did she…” Mustang spun back to Slade and found guess who standing right there.
    “Excuse me. I was wondering if I could ask you two a few questions.”
    His angel in black spoke with the sexiest voice he’d ever heard. And yeah, by the sound of her, she was from back east. Mustang only hoped the other part of Slade’s theory, about her being a reporter, was wrong.
    He saw Slade raise an eyebrow and cockily turn to him, waiting expectantly for Mustang to answer her question—what had that been again? Oh, yeah, she wanted to ask them questions. Interesting.
    Suddenly face to face with her, Mustang stumbled over his usually smooth tongue a bit. “Um…yeah…sure, darlin’. What do you need?”
    She extended her hand and broke out into a smile. “Great. Let me introduce myself first. I’m Jenna Block.”
    Not remembering the last time a woman had stopped to shake his hand before they’d fucked, Mustang smiled. He took hold of her hand, noticing how her hazel eyes had tinges of both gold and green in them.
    She had a good, strong grip, too. He liked that in a woman. “Pleasure to meet you. I’m Mustang Jackson.”
    He turned to introduce Slade, only to find the man was in the midst of a visual full-body sweep of Ms. Jenna Block.
    Oh yeah, now which one of them wanted to get her drunk and into bed naked?
    Slade studied Jenna, from the tip of her brunette ponytail to the tops of her shiny black, pointy-toed cowboy boots—and if those boots of hers had walked anywhere besides the concrete sidewalks of a city street before tonight, Mustang would eat his hat.
    After the quick visual sweep of his own, he continued the introductions. “This here’s Slade Bower.”
    Jenna turned and shook Slade’s hand as he mumbled a greeting and barely wrenched his gaze up from the outline of her sweater-covered tits in time before she caught him with his eyes where they shouldn’t have been.
    Mustang grinned. Yup, Slade didn’t seem bored anymore.
    “Wow,” she breathed, shaking her head and glancing from