Page 10 of Titus

“What?”

“I told you to look but don’t touch. Your sponsorship?”

“I got two tonight, and after I qualify, I’m sure I’ll get more. But real shit, if I have to choose between Quinn and Jaxson Boots, it fa sho’ will be her.”

“You barely know her.”

“What I do know is enough. Stay off mine and focus on ol’ girl.”

“Oh. I’m all on ma,” he assures.

I find a park in the back corner of the parking lot and back into it. Then Lab and I walk to the girls. Lab hollas at the bouncer and we walk straight in, skipping that long ass line.

Forty Acres is your average chill spot. There’s a long bar that covers the left wall, a jukebox connected to big ass speakers, tables and chairs throughout with a few small sofas, and a huge dance floor in the middle of everything. It’s the perfect chill spot for cowboys, strong ass drinks, and dancing.

“What do you want to drink?” I ask Quinn.

“I don’t know. I had a drink at the barbecue.”

“Just one?”

“Yes. It was strong though. What are you getting?”

“Black Barrel,” I say, referring to Black Ops’ special aged bourbon.

“Okay. I’ll have that too but with sour on the rocks.”

“I got you. Find a table and I’ll get the drinks.”

Lab talks to Rini and when she and Quinn walk off, he and I head to the bar. There are three bartenders serving the crowd, including his uncle on his mom’s side, Hank. Like he did outside, Lab bypasses the crowd and stands at the end of the bar. Hank spots him then walks over to us. He takes our orders and as he makes our drinks, I turn away from him and scan the club…for her.

I spot her at the jukebox. One arm is stretched out on it and her other hand is pressing buttons on the box. Her ass in those shorts is poking and my view is amazing. I can stare at her prettyass all night. Lab’s hand on my back is the only thing that pulls my eyes from her. Our drinks are ready. After dropping a c-note on the bar, I grab our drinks and Lab gets theirs.

He spots Rini at a table in the corner near the jukebox and I walk over to Quinn. I stand behind her and she must feel my presence because she leans back into me then rocks back and forth to the song blasting from the speakers. She turns around to face me and takes her drink from my hand.

“Thanks,” she says with a smile before taking a sip. “This is good. What was it? Barrel Blend?”

“Black Ops Black Barrel.”

“I like this. I just got a new drink.” As she takes another sip, her eyes stay glued on me and she sways to the music again. “Please tell me you dance.”

“With you, I will,” I admit.

“Good answer. My song is in the queue. Not the next one but the one after that. Let’s take these to the table,” she says while raising her glass.

When she turns to trek to the table, I take a gulp of my drink then follow her. One of those popular line dancing songs is playing now and the dance floor is packed. Lab and Rini are actually out there.

At the table, I pull out a chair for her but she shakes her head and doesn’t sit. When I sit down, she eases onto my left leg. Her scent ass scent fills my nose and I inhale her. Then I wrap an arm around her and rest my hand on her thigh. After adjusting, she turns to face me.

“Do you expect me to do that?” I ask, nodding toward Lab and Rini.

She smiles then laughs. “Not at all because I can’t. Well, I mean I probably can if I learned one. My song doesn’t require specific steps. Just a man and a woman.”

“Bet, ’cause ay, I’m not built for that line shit.”

Her eyebrows furrow then she tilts her head to the side slightly. “Tell me what you are built for cowboy? Your promo sheets don’t reveal too much.”

“There’s not too much to tell. I’m simple. I grew up in Diamond Falls, spent some of my summers here with my cousin but never really got into ranching. I actually hated that shit when I was young so I tried to find my own way. Young and dumb and fucked up. Did some dumb shit and ended up doing a bid,” I say, putting all of my shit out here.

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