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“Yes, Joel,” Damon said, grabbing my hand over the center console. “Lots of orgies, I’m sure, that first weekend. You’ll be plowed like a field full of rocks.”
“Hot damn!”
I gaped at Damon. “Plowed like a…never mind.”
“You don’t know farmer lingo, babe. It’s okay, you’ll learn. See, it’s hard to plow a field that’s full of rocks.”
“Hard as all get-out,” Joel piped in.
“I got that! I’m not that dumb, you two!”
“We’s just learnin’ ya! Burke, yer about the smartest guy I ever saw. Damon too. Smart as whips.”
“Thanks, Joel, that’s really sweet.”
“What y’all want with a stupid ol’ bull rider like me…I jus’ can’t figure.”
I got angry then, and nearly pulled over to yell, but Damon beat me to it. “Joel, if I ever hear you say you’re stupid again, I won’t fuck you for a year, and Burke won’t either. You are far from stupid!”
“Golly. Didn’t mean ta make y’all mad!”
“Joel,” I said, calming myself not to bark at him. “You have a strong accent, yes, but under that, you are fucking smart about things. I’m sure you could learn a lot more too, given the time and putting some energy into that instead of knocking your body around on bulls.”
“Hells bells,” he whispered. “Y’all think so?”
Damon let go of my hand and reached for Joel’s. “We know that. Period.”
“No sex for a whole year? That’s tough!”
“Don’t forget it.”
Chapter Seventeen
The arena was much like the other we’d gone to except much bigger. It was a metal building, covered in a peaked roof, metal bleachers on one side only. The other was full of cattle pens and cowboys.
There were at least five hundred people there when we first arrived. Most were wearing some form of cowboy hat or baseball cap and all drinking beer or eating some of the amazing food we’d smelled on the way in.
Grilled meats, chilis roasting over open flames, corn cobs right beside them, but I wasn’t there for the food. At least, not until after the knot in my stomach left the second Joel got done with his ride.
He looked good that day, well, he always did, but wearing brown leather chaps over his Wranglers, his hat back so his face was showing well, and the light brown western shirt…he looked good enough to fuck.
“I’m gonna check in, then we’ll watch the team ropin’,” he said in a voice that was pure confidence. Damon glanced my way when he walked off and we took a seat halfway up the bleachers.
For once, I was the odd man out with a T-shirt and jeans. Damon wore his blue striped western shirt and he’d gotten himself a cowboy hat. I had to admit, he looked hot as fuck with it, but not so much with the deep scowl. He was happy Joel was leaving the sport, but not soon enough.
“What is team roping?”
His eyes cut to me as he started to laugh silently.
“A team ropes, right? What do they rope?”
“Burke, you’re not serious.”
“I am! What do they rope?”
“A steer! Jesus,” he said, laughing at me.
I got his mind off Joel, though.
