Hissy Fit (The Southern Gentleman #1)(43)

There was a long pause again, and then he said, “No. Not right now, anyway. Why are you asking?”

“Camryn wanted to know…ouch!” I cried out as Camryn’s palm met the flesh of my thigh. “What was that for, Camryn? Seriously, I swear to God. If you hit me again, I’m going to punch you in the nipple.”

Camryn flicked me on the arm, and I did exactly what I said I was going to do—punch her in the nipple.

“Owwww!” Camryn whined. “Holy hell. Was that really necessary?”

“Girls,” Croft growled. “If there was no reason for your call, I’m going to have to let you go. I’m out on a date.”

Camryn and I both gasped. “You’re out on a date?” I screeched.

“Yes,” Croft said tiredly. “I am. Is that okay?”

“No,” I immediately disagreed. “You canceled dinner plans to go out on a date with someone? Do you know what happened to me today? I was fired!”

“You were what?” Croft barked.

“She’s lying,” Camryn soothed Croft’s pique of temper. “She wasn’t fired from all of her classes. Just the one. But only because she was accused of sexual favors.”

There was a third long pause, and then Croft groaned in frustration. “Don’t drive, you two. I’ll be there in a little bit.”

“You don’t even know where ‘there’ is,” I pointed out. “And I’m not talking to you right now, you blew me off. I just can’t deal with your rude self.”

Croft moaned.

“I’m sorry,” Croft lied through his big, fat, buck teeth.

Camryn snorted.

I flat out laughed, which turned into a coughing fit because I was also trying to take a sip of my drink.

“Does your coach know where you are?” Croft asked silkily.

“No,” I said. “Because the butthead was the one to take over my class. I suffered through that class this year! Can you believe it? I was a freakin’ virgin when I started that class. I’m sure half of those students knew more than I did about freakin’ sex, yet I taught it because I was told to. And I started to overcome my fears! Then what do I have to show for it? They’re all going to remember stupid Ezra now, and not me.”

“Stupid Ezra?” Croft laughed. “I dare you to say that to his face.”

I just very well might.

“Bye, brother,” I said, then threw the phone down on the table.

I vaguely remembered that there was something else I probably should’ve done, but then the blinking light over the bull started to flash, indicating that the bull was free, momentarily distracting me.

Both Camryn and I watched in fascination as some buxom blonde climbed up, her dress hiking up to her hips and exposing her nearly see-through lace panties.

Then the bull started to move and twist, slowly at first, followed shortly by jerkier up and down movements.

Each twist had her breasts jiggling precariously in the small, spaghetti-strapped black dress until suddenly the bull jolted forward and knocked her ass over tea kettle onto the ground.

She sat up laughing her ass off, and that was when Camryn turned to me.

“We have to do that,” she ordered.

I bit my lip, looking warily at the bull, and shook my head. “I dunno…”

I looked down at my cast, then back up at her.

“Come on,” she pleaded.

It took me another entire drink to agree, and only then did I say yes if she went first.

Which was what she did moments later.

Camryn hurried to the bull, her hand on the banister that led to the lower stage, allowing everyone in the establishment to see what was happening down below.

And then she stood beside the bull and thought about the best way to get up onto it.

“Run and jump!” I hollered.

Camryn flipped me off with a small grin on her face.

I grinned back, then called out a ‘woo hoo!’ to her as she started to mount it.

Camryn had just climbed up on the bull around the time that Croft walked in the door with his date, momentarily distracting me from Camryn’s start.

I gasped and started down the stairs, wanting to get a better look at Camryn’s face when she realized that my brother had seen her ride.

By the time she was bucked off moments later, I was standing beside where she was sprawled indelicately on the mat and we were both laughing.

I climbed onto the mat and wrapped my arms around her. “Oh, God! That was great!”

Camryn held onto my head and pulled me to her side, shaking with her laughter. “That was fun, you should go!”

I stood up, wobbled, and then reached for the bull to steady myself.

My gaze was caught by a commotion at the stairs, and that was when I saw Coach Butthead heading down toward me.

“That sounds like the best thing I’ve ever heard!” I declared.

Then, before my brother or Coach Grumpy Pants could stop me, I climbed on the bull and pointed at the man controlling it. “Hit it!”

The bull controller ‘hit it’ and then I was hanging on for dear life while also trying not to laugh my ass off in the process.

I even got one second longer before I, too, went flying just as easily as Camryn had moments before.

I hit the mat hard and awkwardly.