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squeezing both his cock and finger. The feel of the ass banging back against him as he pounded into her.
    Tonight had turned out to be one hell of a good time. Tomorrow they’d be in Tulsa. Who knew what that city would bring? Mustang couldn’t wait to find out.
    At the other end of the chain of linked bodies Slade came. Putting aside thoughts of Tulsa for a moment, Mustang let himself follow right behind.

Chapter Four
    “Mustang Jackson has drawn one rank bull for the long round, JW. Ballbreaker is out of B&G Stock Contractors and he sure is doing them proud. He’s unridden in sixteen times out.”
    Jenna perched on the edge of the hotel room bed, transcribing every word the television commentators said. Well, most of the words anyway. These guys talked fast . Throw in the thick cowboy drawl on the one guy, and her job of capturing their conversation word for word got even more difficult.
    But who was she to look a gift horse in the mouth? She knew she’d lucked out when she stumbled upon bull riding on one of the many, many sports channels on cable in her surprisingly nice Tulsa hotel room after she checked in for the romance convention.
    “You’re right, Jim. This bull sure is rank. He’s up for Bull of the Year, but if Mustang Jackson can stay on him, he’ll ensure his place in the short round and could take tonight’s competition.”
    “What’s your prediction, JW? Will Jackson ride this bull tonight and break Ballbreaker’s perfect record of buck-offs?”
    “Well, Jim, Mustang has a habit of getting into his hand a little bit so I don’t know.”
    “One thing we do know, JW, is that Mustang Jackson can’t afford to make any mistakes here tonight in Kansas City, the last stop before next week’s championship in Tulsa.”
    Jenna frowned. What did they mean next week in Tulsa? The competition was this week. In fact, she had already spoken to the concierge and found out the time and place and how much a cab would cost to take her there tomorrow night.
    The men continued to chatter on the screen while Jenna switched to her web browser and did a television listings search. And dammit , while she did, they were saying all sorts of good stuff she wanted to write down.
    “It seems they’re having some trouble getting Mustang settled on Ballbreaker. He’s up and off him again, so we’ll go on over to Slade Bower, already in the chute on top of Ace In the Hole. Who are you picking in this match up, JW?”
    “Slade sometimes has a habit of getting just a little bit leaned back, Jim. I don’t know enough about this bull to say for sure, but this close to the championship, Slade needs to focus and ride every bull.”
    “You’re right, JW. Mustang Jackson’s been chasing Slade Bower in the standings all year and, as you said, every bull counts here tonight with Tulsa just a week away.”
    Trying to memorize the key phrases like “leaned back” and something about being chased in the standings until she could jot them down, Jenna found the show she was watching listed on the program guide.
    “Encore presentation!” Double dammit. No wonder. The show was a repeat. She switched back over to the document on her computer screen and began to type frantically again, pissed she’d missed good dialogue, just as the phone rang.
    “Shit!”
    Writing this stupid cowboy book was going to kill her…or at least give her an ulcer. Jenna reached for the room’s phone on the nightstand and almost dumped her laptop on the floor in the process.
    “Hello?” She fumbled with the receiver on her shoulder and tried to listen, type, and talk all at once.
    “Hey Jenna. It’s Barb.” The chipper voice of one of her closest author friends came through the phone line. “I’m in the bar with a few of the other girls and we’re about to head into the Wild West Welcome Dinner. Are you coming down?”
    Jenna sighed, torn between starvation and television rodeo research. Hunger eventually won out. Besides, she’d more than