Cowboy Take Me Away - The Chicks

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Two weeks had passed since I had seen Colt. It had been the longest two weeks of my life, if I was going, to be honest. We texted occasionally, but I didn't want to seem obsessed, but I think he felt the same way.

It was now Saturday afternoon, and I was going to see Colt at the rodeo. I hadn't told him I was coming, but he sent me the address just in case. I wanted to surprise him and see if he was excited to see me, and then I'd know if he still wanted me. Of course, I hadn't come alone. Brooke was driving me. I figured if she drove, she could leave, and I would stay with Colt and force him to drive me home.

The rodeo was forty minutes from Auburn, which wasn't too far. It was also off the same highway the entire drive, so it was simple to get to. I was nervous. I had never been head over heels for any man before, not even when I dated the wide receiver. I think that relationship was more of a dream than reality. Everyone dreams about dating the star football player, but they don't realize that the star football player doesn't want to date just you.

When we pulled into the rodeo, it had already begun. They were steer wrestling, which typically comes right before the bull riding. We had to wait for the football game to finish before we could go, Brooke's orders. I couldn't argue with the person who was driving me.

It was chilly, especially since the sun had gone down, and I was still in my gameday outfit. I wore navy flare jeans, an orange sweater, and tan boots. It was finally fall, which made me sad because our outfits weren't as cute as when it was warm.

I walk into the crowd, scanning for Colt up on top of the shoot, but I don't see him. "Maybe we should go to his truck?" I suggest to Brooke. She nods, and we begin walking to the trailers, where I spot his. I pray no woman is kissing him when I get there. We get to his trailer, and I see Diesel tied up to the trailer and another horse, but no Colt. "Well, shit," I mumble.

Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around me and picked me up. I just about scream before I hear the person's voice, "What are you doin' here, beautiful?"

It's him! He sets me on the ground, and I turn to face him and smile. He was so close I wanted to wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. Can I do that? We had hot, steamy sex already, so he's seen me naked. "I'm here to see my cowboy."

He pulls me into a hug, and I never want to let him go. He was so warm. "Well, you're in luck because you're about to watch your cowboy do some roping."

"You aren't bull riding?"

He walks over to Diesel before untying him and checking his saddle, "My buddy Knox needed a partner 'cause his dipped, and he said he'd buy me a twelve-pack if I did it with him. But yes, I'm bull ridin' after this."

I nod, and he walks over to me, grabs my face, and kisses me softly before letting go and hopping on Diesel. "Be right back, sweetheart."

"Good luck!" I yell as he rides off towards the arena. He kissed me. He still wants me!

I turn to look for Brooke, but she's busy ogling over the cowboy hopping on the horse next to where Diesel had been. I guess that would be Knox? He walks past us, tipping his hat, and says, "Ladies."

Brooke turns to me as he passes us and drops her mouth open, "He was so hot."

I cross my arms as we walk towards the arena, feeling chilly, "I think that's Knox."

"I hope he's single."

They call the men in for the team roping, and I see the two boys side by side in conversation. We find a spot to stand and watch by the arena. We figured we wouldn't get seats since I would go wherever Colt went.

A buzzer goes off, and a steer runs out into the arena. Colt and Knox charge into the arena, swinging their rope above their heads. Colt wraps his rope around the steer's horns, wrapping his side of the rope around his saddle horn. Knox stays behind, catches the steer's back legs with his rope, and wraps the rope around his saddle horn, and the crowd begins to cheer for the two of them to complete the event. Someone runs to untie the steer and let it loose as Colt and Knox trot out of the arena so the next team can go.

Colt spots us, and they walk towards us. He had a massive smile on his face. He loved what he did. Being a cowboy was his happiness. "That was awesome," I tell Colt, patting Diesel on the neck.

Colt shrugs, "Yeah, we're pretty good, I'd say."

"Yeah, I know Levi woulda fucked that one up," Knox laughs and walks back to the trailer.

Colt jumps off Diesel, wraps his arm around my neck, and we return to his trailer. "Brooke thinks Knox is hot," I say, and she gasps and hits my arm.

"Knox also thinks Brooke is hot."

She gasps again, "You're joking! I'm going to talk to him, bye!" She runs off and begins to talk to him, and I smile—finally, some alone time with Colt.

He untacks Diesel and puts him in the small pen with hay, patting him on the neck. He grabs my hand, yanks me into the trailer, and slams the door shut. I looked around. He had turned his tack room into a small living quarters. When you walked in, there was a mini fridge and built-in cabinets for storage. He had a microwave, a coffee pot, and a small table to eat at. Up top, there was a bed, neatly made, that even had more than one pillow. The steps up to the top were also seats, so I sat on one, and Colt closed the space between us.

"Well, this is nice!" I tell him as he stares at my lips.

He shrugs and throws his hat on the table, "It does the trick when you gotta stay the night; there's just no shower or toilet, but they usually have a bath house." I wrapped my arms around his neck and stared at him before he leaned in and kissed me. "I missed you," he mumbled against my lips.

"I missed you too."

His hands brush through my hair, "Are you coming home with me?" I nod, and he smiles. "Brooke may be coming with us, so it looks. I live with Knox."

I bite my lip, "I wouldn't be surprised. I hope your room isn't next to his." Not that I didn't want Brooke to come, but I hadn't seen him in two weeks. I know I'm not going to be quiet.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I live above the barn, in the loft." He kisses me again and groans against my lips, "I gotta ride in like ten, and then I'm takin' you to bed." My cheeks redden at his words as his hands rake down my body, squeezing my thighs. "Alright, fuck, I gotta go." His hands leave my body, and he runs his hand through his hair before sliding his cowboy hat on his head.

He grabs a beer from the fridge, chugs it, crushes it, and throws it in the trash. He throws the door to the trailer open, and I follow him out, walking with him to the arena. He kisses my cheek and walks to the shoot. "Good luck!" I yell after him.

I look to see if Brooke is anywhere around, but I don't see her, so she is probably still with Knox. I didn't even know if he rode bulls. I hope he's nice to her.

Two other riders had made it to eight seconds tonight, so whoever got the highest score would win. I wasn't sure how they even graded them; that was above my rodeo knowledge.

I see Colt climb into the chute in the middle of the arena. I move to the side to see him better. They open the chute, and the bull bucks him into the arena, giving him a good ride. I crossed my fingers, hoping it would make him stay on the eight seconds, which worked. The buzzer goes off, and I jump up and down, cheering for him.

"That was Colt Dutton with eighty-seven points, putting him in second place." I frown as he wasn't put in first. I needed to ask him how they grade someone with their hand in the air.

Colt walks back to me with a huge smile, though he didn't win. I'm glad he wasn't a sore loser. He throws his arm over my shoulder and walks back to his trailer, "Let's get the fuck outta here."