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tell your daddy about the heroin, I tell the entire school about your prostitution arrest. See? Lose-lose. It’s a lose-lose situation, bitch.”
    And all she could think of to say was, “Stop calling me a bitch. I’m not a damned bitch. But I’ll be fucked if I’m going to live under the same roof as a guy who keeps getting into fights with my boyfriend.”
    “Hey Drummond!” a clown was shouting through the bleachers. “You’re on deck!”
    Shit . It was time for me to face my nemesis, that rank arm-jerker waiting for me in the chute.
    I stepped closer to April. I needed to impress upon her the importance of not telling her daddy anything. I reached under her saucy little cowgirl hat and grabbed a handful of her lush, silken hair. It shocked me, really, how silken her hair was. Like a handful of, well, silk. I think her closeness shocked me. All ideas about what I wanted to do went out the window. Again, I wound up sounding stupid. She must think I’m a real prize.
    “Listen, bitch . You tell your daddy about that Texas incident, I’ll make you regret your birth.”
    April leaned back with both hands gripping the edge of a bench. Again, her wide eyes were either filled with fear or loathing or both, and it occurred to me she might spit in my face again.
    But then a weird thing happened.
    Without me noticing, I’d shoved her forward and my crotch was pinning her crotch to the bleachers, too. And I was hard. At least, my cock was lengthening inside my jeans, expanding, filling with twisted, lusty blood.
    While pressed against my stepsister’s cunt.
    It was a fucking delicious thrill that raced through my balls, filling them with jizz in preparation for shooting all over her fucking lap. And she didn’t do a damned thing about it, just looked at me with those deer-in-the-headlights eyes, so I jabbed her with my tool. Just to let her know that I knew. And I was hard for a reason.
    It wasn’t lust, it was power. Control. Domination.
    I had a handful of her hair, so she couldn’t move her head. Now I was pinning her with my hips. And after years of wrangling calves to brand, I was nothing but a sheer, sinewy machine. She could not wriggle one tendon or twitch one muscle. Not while under my power.
    “Oh yeah?” she said weakly. “What you gonna do? My daddy already knows about my arrest. He’s the one who got me off. Did you get it wiped from your record? I didn’t think so.”
    No, I hadn’t. Luckily for me the California rodeo circuit turned a blind eye to shit like that. If they rejected every entrant who had an arrest record, there would be about three guys riding in events.
    I rolled my cock slowly, salaciously. Breathing hard against her face, as though it’d taken me a huge effort to pin her. I rolled from one hip to the other, giving her the thrilling benefit of the entire length of my hard-on, from stem to stern. I rocked the head against her pubic bone, hard underneath her little jean skirt. I slid the entire shaft up the cleft between her pussy lips. I knew I was massaging her clit this way.
    And I was nearly coming myself.
    Her boobs were mashed against my chest. She wore a push-up bra anyway, and made no bones about displaying her titties between her knotted, checkered shirt. I spoke low and menacing. “Lawson Willard doesn’t know about your arrest, does he?”
    A tough look came into her eyes. While she’d seemed almost complacent with my forced seduction, a shadow flitted over her eyes now.
    She kneed me in the balls.
    “I don’t want to see you anywhere around Hardscrabble, do you hear?” She hissed as I hopped from one foot to the other, zig-zagging between the bleachers.
    Then she must’ve sprinted off like a gazelle, because next thing I knew two clowns were helping me to stand upright. Two idiots who normally wore enormous barrel pants and painted on gap-toothed grins were helping me .
    Yeah. Things can change in the twinkling of an eye.

CHAPTER FIVE
    APRIL
    T he nerve of that