Free Wild Ride: A Bad Boy Romance by Roxeanne Rolling Page B

bull and all that…
    Colton
looked…hot. Simply hot.
    Colton had a
way of sitting on that bull that made it look easy. He had a way of moving his
body fluidly along with the bull. It was strange, observing him, to see how
gracefully his body moved, meanwhile being encased in very stiff clothing made
out of leather and denim. His blue jeans, for instance, must have been some kind
of special cowboy brand, since they were perhaps twice as thick and twice as
stiff as the normal jeans. But because of the way his chaps were positioned, I
could still get a great view of his ass, which looked even tighter, even
plumper, even more muscular than when I had seen him outside of the rodeo arena…I
would have to ask him about those blue jeans…
    Of course,
asking him about the blue jeans meant that I would see him again, and I wasn’t imagining
just any old interaction, but an intimate one…
    Even though he
had left me at the hotel…abandoned me like any other fan, I knew that I had to
have him again…and I had no doubt that he wanted me too…I didn’t know how I
knew, but something had completely overcome me…Colton was now, now that I saw
him, at least, a complete obsession.
    My vision became
like a tunnel, and the periphery completely faded out. I was no longer aware at
all of the crowd or where I sat on the bleachers.
    Something must
have happened…some announcement…the next thing I knew an assistant, also
dressed in cowboy gear, ran up and jabbed the bull with a long stick. It was
possible that it was an electrical prod, but I couldn’t be sure. I thought I
had remembered something
    Colton rode it
like the pro that he was.
    He looked
incredibly hot. He looked like he was having the time of his life.
    When the bull
finally bucked him off, the smile was still glued to Colton’s face.
    Colton went
flying through the air. But even as he did, he looked absolutely graceful. He
reminded me of a ballerina. He was spectacular, twisting his body around in
such a way that he just barely missed the horns of the bull…the horns were
swishing viciously through the air, their pointed ends trying desperately to
pierce Colton, the bull’s tormentor.
    Colton landed
on his feet. It was miraculous…I wasn’t sure, but I was pretty sure that the
bull riders didn’t normally land like that…totally intact and standing tall in
their cowboy boots.
    Colton beamed
at the crowd.
    The bull was
looking angrier than ever, even now that it had finally gotten Colton off its
back.
    Colton took his
hat off and waved at the crowd.
    I was so
focused on him, that somehow that focus must have communicated itself to
Colton. I imagined I must have looked quite singular, that I must have stood
out quite a bit, sitting in the crowd, focused only on Colton…or else it was
something else altogether. Maybe it had to do with that feeling that he and I
were meant to be together, no matter what…
    Whatever the
cause, we locked eyes…
    Colton stared
into my eyes, and it felt like he was seeing deep down into my soul. My body
felt completely bare before his gaze. At the same time, I felt like I could see
into him in a way that I couldn’t before….I saw all the troubles he was going
through…it was almost something like a telepathic connection, without all the
magical mumbo jumbo…this was just the power of two souls connecting, the power
of love…
    I knew in that
instant that Colton really was the man for me. And I could see it in him…he
knew then and there that I was who he wanted, more than anyone else. For both
of us, there wasn’t anyone else that could do that job. And we knew this
without even talking about it, without discussing it, without even uttering a single
word.
    It was then
that I knew I wanted to be with Colton forever.
    I really didn’t
know much about him.
    I would learn
later that there were things…things about his personality that should have
given me pause. His desire, for instance, to pursue his own fame without regard
for