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boneandfur · 6 years ago

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Sneak Peek: Riding Lessons

Canon-divergence. NSFW. Dick Mulligan x BSC MC. Comment to be tagged when it drops! Sneak peek rated mature for sexual innuendo

Every man has a tell, that's what mama always said, and damn if she wasn't right. Dick Mulligan is eyeing her up and down from the other end of the midway like he's in prison for life, and she's his conjugal visit.

Juniper Rainbow-Raven Willow, once called Wren, once called Maybelle, smiles to herself and ignores him, like he isn't the man she came here to see, like he isn't making his way over to her right now, shoulders thrown back and chest puffed out, strutting like a red rooster. Instead, she leans back against the wall of the air rifle booth, surveying her domain, looking at every man in a ten gallon hat and faded blue jeans, until he's right in front of her, thumbs nocked in his pockets, fingers pointing down at the impressive bulge outlined by tight denim.

Dick Mulligan clears his throat like he's suddenly shy, though they both know he's no such thing. Juniper's mama always said, Make him work for it. And she intends to, though whatever Dick thinks he'll get out of the bargain is negligible. If Juniper plays her cards right, she'll be ten grand richer, and as for Dick...

"Can I help you?" Dick has a deep, rich baritone that rumbles through his chest, and Juniper looks up from under her lashes, as though he hasn't already undressed her a thousand times with those steel gray eyes. "Didn't you come here with them Oakley boys? You lost?"

She bites her bottom lip, playing with the hem of her short skirt, his eyes on the creamy expanse of her thighs and the slight peaking of her nipples as the breeze picks up. "No, sir." Juniper raises her chin, meeting his gaze full on, and a shiver runs right down her spine. "I'm right where I ought to be. This is where we sign up to ride in the rodeo, right?"

Dick runs a hand over his chin, tugging at his beard thoughtfully. "Ain't Oakley ridin'?"

Juniper shrugs, as though she could care less. "He sprained his ankle." Sawyer is laid up in the back of the truck, icing his ankle and swearing a blue streak. That ten grand was so close she could almost taste it, and to have it snatched away... Well. Dick is still studying her, as though she's become infinitely more mysterious. "What?"

Dick chuckles, lifting a strand of her golden hair. "Can you even ride, Goldilocks?"

Juniper lets out a low, husky chuckle, flicking one of the silver buttons on Dick's chest and stroking her finger down. "Hard and fast, cowboy."

Dick grabs her fingers in his hand as they brush his belt buckle, his eyes dark. He opens his mouth, about to say something, but he closes it again when Asha bustles up to them, clipboard in hand. The moment between them stretches, broken only when Asha coughs delicately.

"Juniper! What's this I hear about Sawyer gettin' hurt?" Asha tugs on her arm, and Juniper allows herself to be led away, feeling Dick's fingers brush against hers, igniting a spark that's sure to burn down the whole fair, hell, the whole town.

Juniper twirls a lock of hair, aware of Dick's eyes burning a hole into her back. "He sprained his ankle. It's swollen up like a grapefruit. I wanted to..." she swallows, looking back at Dick. "Ride in his place."

Asha looks at Juniper, then down at her clipboard. "I don't think..."

"Let the little lady ride if she wants to." Dick chuckles in amusement. "I'll give her some pointers. Ain't that right, darlin'?"

Asha's nostrils flare. "She doesn't need help from you, you bast--"

"Careful there, Ms Roanhorse. We wouldn't want anyone to think you had a preference." Dick's hand rests proprietarily on Juniper's lower back, and she can feel the heat of it burning through the cheap cotton, making her wonder for a brief moment what it would feel like on her bare skin. "You want me to show you how to ride, little lady?"

"Hard and fast," Juniper whispers under her breath.

Asha's head whips up. "Sorry?" She pulls Juniper aside. "You sure you didn't hit your head? That man is a real bastard. You want me to come? I wouldn't want you to get yourself into trouble..." Asha's bottle-green eyes search Juniper's face. She's a kind woman, Asha, but Juniper can't give Asha the kind of gentle love she so obviously yearns for. She left that gentle girl behind her long ago. "Honey, he's a real bad man."

Juniper sneaks a look back at Dick. He's cupping his hand to light a cigarette, his eyes on the two women with their heads bent together. A real bad man. Well, she's a real bad girl. If Asha knew the half of it, she wouldn't be warning Juniper off. She wouldn't even want to know Juniper at all. "I think I can handle myself."

Asha squeezes Juniper's bare shoulder. "If you need help, you just holler, honey."

"Asha Roanhorse! We need your help down by the 4H pens!" A very pregnant, very blonde woman with apple cheeks waddles up, distracting Asha. "We got an escaped goat, and..."

"You'll be hollerin', all right." Juniper lets out the breath she didn't know she was holding when Dick's lips brush against her ear, a husky timbre in his voice that makes her shiver all over. "You ready, Goldilocks?"

Juniper looks up at Dick, feeling a girlish blush heat her cheeks. "Only if you're fixin' to show me, cowboy." That damn Georgia drawl, thick as molasses, slips out when she least expects it, and Dick's gray eyes flicker in surprise. "Where are we headed?" Back to Boston proper, like she didn't grow up moving from place to place, like she wasn't born looking over her shoulder, moving from town to town, from carnival to carnival, finally disappearing into the anonymous obscurity of the commune. Once she hit eighteen, she lit out of there, and she doesn't mean to make the same mistakes her mama made, no siree. But standing here, in front of this man, she knows why her mama took her aside when she was just fifteen, back when she still swore she'd never be as wild as Opal Mae, back when she thought she'd still have a chance to be somebody else, other than what she was.

Stay away from the dangerous ones. I don't care if he lights you up inside like a Roman candle on the Fourth of July, baby girl. You play with fire and you're like to get burned.

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