love can be fun, a hangster rodeo au
“No shit, you’re a Bradshaw Bradshaw?”
“Yup, Bradley Bradshaw, in the flesh.” Looking out at the crowd again, he nods his head at someone across the room who called his name.
“And you don’t ride? Because I would have known if you rode with a dumbass name like that.” Bradley just rolls his eyes. “Shit, what a waste of talent,” Jake laments, sipping his drink with a shake of his head.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Bradley drawls, “I get my thrills in other ways.” Another salacious once over, enough to send a rush of heat through Jake’s body. The insinuation is clear, heavy. Jake grins like the cat that got the cream.
or,
summer romance montage, rodeo fic style.
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