Page 22 of Three Not-So-Little Words
I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anyone ride a mechanical bull in person before, let alone someone who looks like she does.
My mind can no longer focus on the game I was just playing. There’s something much more entertaining to look at now.
She saunters up to the bull, looking the part with her tight button-up shirt, cowgirl boots, and cut-off jean shorts that accentuate her round ass.
I wonder if she’s really a country girl, or if she just pulls off the outfit really well.
Music starts to play even louder over the speakers as she gets ready to take her ride. There’s no way she’s going to be good at this, right? I mean, the point of a mechanical bull is to buck off the rider.
Swinging one leg over the bull, she climbs on. It only takes a few moments for the machine to come to life. It starts slow, moving back and forth as if it’s still trying to get warmed up. The woman looks almost bored, waiting for it to get moving.
Finally, the operator kicks it into high gear, and the bull not only increases in speed but starts moving every which way.
My gut clenches as I wait for the woman to go flying off onto one of the mats that line the floor. Not only does she look like she’s right at home up there, she looks like she’s having the time of her life. She holds on with only one hand while she holds the other high above her head. A huge smile spreads across her lips, and every once in a while, she throws her head back and laughs.
I can’t seem to take my eyes off of her.
The bull starts moving even faster, but it doesn’t phase her. As it flies backward, she leans with it and even kicks her leg in the air.
I bet this woman is all fun. She’d be like a pure adrenaline rush.
Not all that long ago, I wouldn’t have given a shit who she was here with. I would’ve tried my damndest to get her to come home with me. Hell, I would have settled for banging her in the bathroom.
Back then, I was all about fun. When I wasn’t fighting or spending time with Colton, I was looking for wild ways to spend my time. It was fun, but it also got me into my fair share of trouble.
As I nurse my second beer, I run through my options. I could stay here, drinking more booze and waiting to see what the wild woman does. Maybe I take her home with me and get laid. Maybe we have a fun night.
Or maybe none of that happens.
I’m not that same man I was when I was fighting, though. My priorities are a little different.
So, instead of taking my chances as to what may happen, I decide to call it a night and go home.
I’m the new guy in town. I should probably do my best to stay out of trouble.
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There’s Always a New Dick Right Around the Corner
Ronnie
Ihate weddings.
And no, I’m not being dramatic because I don’t want to have one. Despite all the shit that I talk, I understand the concept of wanting to find that one special person you want to spend your entire life with. I may not yearn for that myself, but I get the sentiment.
The problem I have with these blessed occasions is how much pressure everybody puts on them. People will go into obscene amounts of debt. They freak out if everything isn’t exactly perfect, and it rarely ever goes according to plan. It seems like an awful lot of work for something that often ends badly.
But I’m forcing myself to put on a happy face for the sake of my sister. One, I know she and Jack truly love each other, and two this wedding was more our mother’s idea.
Plus, once we get the boring vows over with, we can move onto the fun part. The reception. AKA: the party. That’s more my speed. Booze, dancing, and the possibility of hooking up with someone? Sign me up—especially since the hottie from last night disappeared before things could get good. I have no idea why. I know I saw him watching me while I was on the bull, but then he was gone.
Oh well.
Today is a new day. There’s always a new dick right around the corner.
I take a look in the mirror at my bridesmaid dress. Thankfully, Liz let us pick out whatever ones we wanted as long as they were all the same color. No frills or ruffles here.
Michelle joins me in front of the mirror. “Can you come help me with my makeup?” She asks.
