Watching you ride that bull awakened something inside of him. The way your hips moved with the way the animal bucked and jerked captivated those bluish, green eyes of his.

Hell, he felt like a hormonal teen again.

Arthur knew you to be a shy person, much like him. That was why you were his current partner. He loved having you around. You didn’t intrude, or trying to pry in his personal life like the others did. When he needed a listener, you were there, and vice versa.

“Shh, shh,” Arthur hushed, a small laugh escaping his lips when he guided you through the flaps of your tent. His breath had a small tang of whiskey, which was one third of what the others had since they were celebrating someone’s birthday— yours.

For once, everyone had actually went out to some fair to watch people do random shit. Being an impulsive bastard was Sean volunteered to ride a bull from the fact that he had some liquid courage in his system. Micah, Javier, and even John tried.

Unexpectedly, you had followed suit. Nine seconds was your time, 3 was Sean’s, 6 was Javier’s, 2 was Micah’s, and 5 was John’s. A significant difference. You even won some money from it!

Arthur had a hand on your hip for the rest of the night to keep any unwanted, or unwarranted attention from coming your way. He knew you were a catch, and that’s why he caught it.

“C’mon—,” he grunted out, flipping your body on top of him rather than being underneath him. A smile graced across his plush lips, the flush on his tan face such a foreign thing for the gruff outlaw.

A hand took the hat he always wore off of his head, the muss of dirty blonde locks falling back. He placed the leather on top of your head, facing it so it wouldn’t fall over your eyes.

“Do me like ya’ did that bull, darlin’,” Arthur muttered out, hands on your waist as he bit on the inside of his bottom lip, half lidded eyes gazing up at you while giving you full control despite you not being used to it.