Page 3 of Dirty Cowboys
Standing, I slide the keys from my pocket and hold them up. As he reaches for them, I pull them back a little. “You’re old enough to drive?”
“Sure am. I’m eighteen and the best driver you’llfind around here. Been doing it since my foot could touch the gas pedal.”
Josie scoffs. “Stop flirting with the city girl. Someone like her would never look twice at someone like you. Let’s go.”
I settle my bill, then lead Wyatt and Josie to the rental car. Compared to all the other vehicles parked, this one stands out, all shiny and new. Wyatt gets excited and jumps straight into the driver’s side while I get into the passenger seat. Josie says she’ll meet us there as she gets into the old truck parked on the other side of the bar.
Wyatt talks my ear off about the rodeo tomorrow. He speaks with so much enthusiasm, but nothing he says makes sense to me in my current state.
By the time we arrive at the small farmhouse I’ve rented, I’m sobering up. Josie pulls up beside us, and Wyatt says goodbye, extending an invitation for me to come watch his first bull ride.
I pull out one of my suitcases, the one I will need for tonight, then head inside to shower before setting up my laptop and pulling up my blog.
Small-Town Confessions - Part One
Posted by Indie’s Inner Thoughts
Hey,
So, I’m writing this at nearly midnight, slightly drunk and definitely feeling some type of way about the cowboys in this tiny town I’ve landed in. You know me—I’m always honest here.
I’ve been thinking about my fantasies more lately. The kind that make your cheeks flush and your heart race. The kind I’ve never dared to speak out loud. But here’s the thing, I’m wondering if these rugged, sexy cowboys might actually be into the same things I am...
There’s something about a man whose face you can’t quite see. The way your imagination has to fill in the blanks. Fuck, it does things to me.
I’ve always had a thing for masked men. Maybe it’s the danger, or the fear. The way it strips away everything. If I can’t see his full face, I can focus on everything else. The way his hands move over my heated skin.
Shit! I’m making myself wet just thinking about it.
I’ve been fantasizing about being chased, as you all know. I want to be scared and chased. But the list is never-ending.
Do you know what cowboys have? Ropes. These men work with them every day, and they know exactly how to tie knots that can hold cows and horses.
I love the idea of being tied up by someone who knows what they’re doing. Who could make me feel completely helpless and safe at the same time, all while being treatedlike a piece of meat (I know that might be too much for some people).
And I really, really want him to call me names. I can only imagine how beautiful it would sound in a rough tone as he whispers a “good girl” or growls out “little slut.”
Currently accepting applications for cowboys!
Stay spicy,
Indie xoxo
Chapter Two
Indie
The sound of my alarm cuts through the room. Last night me had zero respect for this morning’s me.
My head pounds slightly from last night’s vodka, but the excitement of being somewhere completely new overrides the hangover. I pad to the kitchen in my pajamas and make a coffee using the ancient machine. Grabbing my phone off the table, I aim through the window and capture the morning light streaming across the open field, then immediately upload my favorite shot to my Instagram.
Morning hits different in country towns
#SmallTownMorning #CountryLife #NewBeginnings
By lunch, I’m showered, caffeinated, and ready to explore more of Copper Creek. I remember Wyatt mentioning a rodeo, and something about it being his first bull ride. The opportunity to document real-life bull riders for my followers is too good to pass up.
I pull on my newest pair of jeans and my cowboy boots, along with one of several western-ish style shirts I found online and a hat I haven’t been brave enough to wear yet.
