Wild Ride: A Bad Boy Romance (12 page)

“Wow,” I said,
as Colton rolled off of me. He nuzzled up to me, cuddling against me. I loved
the feeling of his body against mine.

“Wow,” said
Colton, beginning to nibble on my ear.

“We still have
enough time to make it to the park?” I said.

“Let me check,”
said Colton, rolling over and reaching out for the alarm clock on the bedside
table. “Shit,” he said. “I don’t think so. It’s already four o’clock. Just
enough time to catch some dinner before going dancing.”

“What?” I said,
in complete surprise. “We’ve been fucking for literally the whole day?”

“I guess so,” said
Colton, giving me a sheepish look.

It had felt
like a long session, but it was hard to believe we had passed away the entire
day in bed with one another, enjoying our bodies to the fullest extent that we
knew how.

I lay in bed as
I watched Colton get dressed. I loved watching him pull his tight jeans over
his thick and muscular thighs. I loved watching him button his pants, and
buckle his thick leather belt. I even loved watching him pull on his shoes.

“You going to
be ready soon, baby?” said Colton. “I’m going to grab a cup of coffee before we
head out.”

“OK, baby,” I
said. “I’ll be ready in a couple minutes.”

Colton left for
the kitchen, blowing me a kiss.

I decided it
was time to try a new outfit.

Especially if
we were going out dancing…I had an idea of the type of place that Colton wanted
to go to, probably one of these cowboy theme country bars with live music.

I picked out
the appropriate clothes from my closet.

I put on tight
jeans that really showed off the curves of my ass and my thighs.

I found a
country style button down shirt and put that on. It was a little tight on me,
but I liked the way it accentuated my breasts. I was feeling a little sensual,
and wore only my sports bra underneath, which made my breasts look even more buoyant
than usual.

Lastly, I found
some tall cowboy boots my Father had given me years and years ago…I don’t think
I had ever worn them before. They were a little uncomfortable, and had a
somewhat high heel to them, but they really completed the outfit. The boots,
along with a leather belt, made me look just like the girlfriend of a rodeo
champion.

“Wow,” said
Colton, coming back into the bedroom. “You look perfect!” He was beaming, and
holding a cup of the cowboy style coffee that he drank every morning…or
afternoon, depending on when we finally got out of bed.

“It’s a new
look for me,” I said, grinning.

“You look
perfect,” said Colton, again. “Now let’s get going. I thought we could head out
there on my motorcycle.”

“Your motorcycle?”
I said, hesitating a little. I’d thought maybe he’d forgotten about taking me
on the motorcycle.

“Yeah,” said
Colton. “I thought it’d be a good time to take you for a little ride on the Triumph.”

“All right,” I
said. “It’s not something I would ever normally do. Honestly, the idea of
riding on a motorcycle has always scared me half to death…but with you, I honestly
feel a little safer....”

“Great,” said
Colton, slapping my ass. “You look great in those jeans, Katy. Really sexy.”

“Thanks,” I said,
blushing a little.”

It felt nice to
Colton to have Katy riding behind him. He made sure she was wearing a
protective motorcycle jacket and also a helmet that fit her well. That had always
been his thing about motorcycles…to do things right. It’s not like he was a
safety nut, or anything like that. It was just that he believed in having the
proper equipment to do the job. It would be the same thing if he were trying to
fix a car’s engine…it wouldn’t make sense to do the job without the right
wrenches.

“You feel OK?”
yelled Colton, turned his head back to try to speak to Katy.

From the little
he saw of her face, Katy looked completely terrified. She was holding his back
tightly with her legs and hands. He could feel that her body was completely
tensed up.

“I’m all right,”
yelled Katy, as loud as she could, over the wind.

Colton later
would regret what he did next. But he just couldn’t help himself. He knew that
Katy was scared, and he should have known that she was just saying she was OK,
even though she was deadly terrified.

He had it in
his mind that the motorcycle would be fun for the both of them, and when
reality didn’t match his expectations, he tried to force reality into the mold
of his expectations, rather than modifying his plan.

Colton also
wanted to get to dinner quickly…it was an Asian steak house that was a little
ways away, and in his mind the evening wouldn’t go perfectly unless they ate
some wonderful steaks before dancing…and he didn’t want to miss the opening
band that he knew was playing that night.

He should have
just relaxed…the important thing, he would remember later, was that he was with
Katy, the love of his life.

“I’m just going
to gun it a little but,” yelled Colton, turning his head just slightly to speak
to Katy.

“What?” yelled
Katy.

Colton didn’t
have time to explain.

They were at a
traffic light, and Colton could see from his vantage point on the Triumph bike
that there was traffic for blocks and blocks. The traffic in recent years had
gotten terribly bad, to the point of making driving almost impossible.

Colton was glad
that he hadn’t taken his truck.

So he did what
he did what he would have done if he had been alone.

He gunned the
engine, shifting down to get more torque, then rapidly shifting gears as the
bike rocketed forward. The motor was really a mechanical marvel, allowing
almost unparalleled acceleration.

Colton expertly
weaved through the cars in front of him until he was driving the bike on the
shoulder.

A police siren
sounded behind him.

“Shit,” he thought.

But again, he
did the least responsible thing. He did what he would have done if he had been
alone. In effect, he wasn’t taking Katy’s feelings into consideration.

Katy was gripping
him as tight as ever. It was almost hard to breathe. Her knees were digging
into his body in such a way that was hurting his abdomen.

But he pushed
the motorcycle forwards, faster and faster, weaving in and out of the cars.

He knew that
not only would the police not chase a motorcycle as fast as his, but that there
was simply no way they could weave through the traffic the way he was.

“Whooo,” cried
Colton in joy as they finally made it out of the mess of traffic and onto an
open road that led to the Asian steak house.

Colton parked
the bike neatly in the parking lot.

“Some ride,
eh?” he said, smiling to himself as he took off his helmet.

“You bastard!”
cried Katy, uncharacteristically mad. He had never seen her like this.

She took off
her helmet it one swift motion and swung it like a bowling ball...when it
completed its pendulum-like arc, the top of the helmet connected with Colton’s abdomen.

“Oh shit,”
cried Colton, doubling over in pain.

The blow would
have hurt anyway, but it hurt Colton even more because Katy had hit him right
where the bull had gored him. Since he had been faking that he wasn’t still
experiencing pain from the goring, Katy had no way of knowing how much pain she
had caused him.

But she found
out soon enough as Colton fell to the pavement, doubled over, clutching his abdomen.

“Oh no,
Colton!” cried Katy. “Are you OK? Colton, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do
that. I really didn’t I was just so scared and so angry that you did that…that
you…”

“I’m OK,” said
Colton, finally managing to speak.

Katy bent down
and tried to help Colton up.

It took a few
minutes before he was able to stand with her help.

They made there
way into the restaurant, Colton limping and walking slowly, most of his weight
supported by Katy. She was stronger than she looked…even though she had an athletic
body, most people wouldn’t have suspected that she could not only put so much
force behind a motorcycle helmet swing, but also support almost the full weight
of the reining US rodeo champion.

They sat down
and studied their menus in silence for a few minutes.

“I’m so sorry,
Colton,” said Katy again. There were tears in her eyes, and Colton knew that
she really was incredibly sorry.

“It’s OK,
Katy,” said Colton, and he meant it. “I shouldn’t have pulled that stunt with
the motorcycle. I really should have taken your feelings into account more…it’s
just that that’s what I would have done if I had been on my own.”

“I know that,”
said Katy. “But you’re with me now. You’ve got to think of me too, especially
when I’m on your motorcycle with you. You put all that motorcycle gear on me,
all that protective gear, and then you pulled a stunt like that. We could have
been arrested…or even killed.”

“Well, I have
to say I think I know what I’m doing on a motorcycle…” said Colton. But he saw
the look on Katy’s face, and changed his words. “I mean, you’re completely
right, Katy. The thing about it is that I’m not used to being a couple, I
guess. I’m not used to riding my bike with someone else, so to speak. Both on
the road and in life. Everything I’ve ever done has been a solo project,
whether it’s been riding the bull or riding the bike. I’ve been alone.”

“I’ve been
alone, too,” said Katy, a despondent look coming across her face as she
remembered all the loneliness she had felt in her life before meeting Colton.
       

I had been
furious with Colton…absolutely furious. But my fury began to fade as I began to
just feel guilty about hitting him. Maybe if he hadn’t been gored by that bull,
things would have been different. But I felt bad, and tried to make it up to
him through dinner.

Colton made a
big show of driving the motorcycle himself back to where his pickup truck was
parked at my apartment.

I waited at the
restaurant and had a couple drinks to loosen up a little bit, which I figured
would be necessary for dancing. It served the dual purpose of also calming me
down. I tried to do some deep breathing exercises that a doctor had taught me.
Back then I was supposed to be mediating everyday for my own happiness and wellbeing,
but truthfully I had never gotten the hang of it. It was hard to get into the habit
of something you didn’t even feel like you go do. When I was supposed to be
meditating, I ended up just sitting there with my eyes closed thinking about
whatever thing came into my head.

So that’s
basically what I did now. While slowly taking sips of my cocktail, and while
breathing deeply, I closed my eyes and let my thoughts wander. So what if it
wasn’t ‘real’ meditation, I thought to myself. Who knew what real meditation
was, anyway? This was my own meditation, my own form. It was my time.

I thought for
the first time in what seemed like weeks of my father.

My Father was
dead and I had barely thought about it. I had barely talked to my Mother on the
phone. I had made a few brief cursory calls to check on her, to make sure she
was doing OK, but our relationship wasn’t quite the type where we had a lot to
talk about, and she didn’t seem to want to talk about my Dad much.

Certain little
memories came flooding back about my Dad. Like the time he had taken us all on
a skiing trip, but we’d run out of gas halfway there. Instead of making a big
fuss, he had taught us all how to play poker, and we had had the time of our
lives there on the roadside in the snow, each of us covered up with a mountain
of blankets.

But of all the
memories, the strongest thing that stuck out was the way he smelled. I had
always had a very good memory for scents. I think that’s why I had immediately
connected with the protagonist of Marcel Proust’s In Search of Lost time. One
little scent could suddenly send me stumbling and rushing down memory
lane…through the shady branches of the mind.

Meanwhile,
Colton was driving his motorcycle back all alone…just for me. I felt touched
that he would do it. Many other men would have just told me to get over my fear
and get on the damn motorcycle. But not Colton. Sure, he had been a little
insensitive at first, but I could tell that he was determined to repay it in
spades.

I heard the
rumbling of Colton’s pick up truck outside. Despite having plenty of money now
that the advertisement money was coming in, Colton drove the same old beat up
pick up truck as always. It was a classic, he said, even though most people
would have just called it a junker or a beater. Colton said it reminded him of
when he was younger…his neighbor’s parents had had the same truck apparently.
Although back then it was probably brand new. For all I knew, it literally was
the same exact truck.

I opened my
eyes and saw Colton step out of the truck. He cocked his cowboy hat with his
hand…he looked so tall, so sexy, so muscular. I couldn’t believe he was mine.

The door to the
Asian steak house swung open as Colton walked in.

It was then
that I noticed it. I was hit by the smell. The scent.

Colton smelled
just like how I remembered my Father smelling.

“Are you
wearing cologne?” I said.

“No,” said
Colton. “I never wear cologne.”

“Of course,” I
said, laughing. “Not very manly, is it?”

“Maybe it’s
fine for some city folks,” said Colton. “But I never had no use for it.”

“But you have
such a distinct scent,” I said. “It reminds me of someone. Someone I used to
know.”

“I use this old
aftershave that my Grandfather used too.”

“Do you know
the name of it?” I knew that my Father had also used some type of old timey
aftershave, but off the top of my head I couldn’t remember the name of it.”

“Deadly
Aftershave,” said Colton. “Come in a big old antique-looking glass bottle. They
still make the stuff, but it’s getting harder and harder to find. It stings
real good when you put it on. That’s why I like it so much.”

“Ah!” I said.
Yes, Deadly Aftershave. That was exactly what my Dad had used. I could picture
the bottle now.

“Who does it
remind you of?” said Colton, sitting down in the booth with me, and taking a
sip of my drink.

“I can’t
remember exactly,” I said, lying. It didn’t seem weird to me that the smell
might remind me of my Father, especially since he had just recently passed
away, but I could understand that it might sound weird to someone else. It was
just that I remembered scents very well, and had a strong memory for them.
Scents always formed strong associations for me.

We rode in
Colton’s old pickup to the dance hall.

The live band
was already playing. We had missed the opening band, which I knew was one of
Colton’s favorites, but he did a good job of trying not to seem too disappointed.
I knew that if he hadn’t gone back to get his truck, so that I wouldn’t have to
ride on the motorcycle anymore, we would have been here in time for the band.

Colton
naturally fit right in with the rest of the crowd. At least, his clothes did.
But he was much taller, more muscular, and generally in better shape than just
about every other man here. A lot of the men were young, around our age, but
they had little beer bellies already developing.

I hadn’t gotten
the Western woman’s costume exactly right, but it was close enough that I
didn’t look too out of place. There were a couple little things, like the style
of belt, and the style of make-up application that set me just a little bit
apart.

“These girls
are all prettier than me,” I said to Colton. And I actually believed it was
true. Even with Colton at my side, I felt a little self-conscious. These women
all had taut bodies, big butts, big breasts. They looked impossibly slim in the
middle.

“You’re the
prettiest one here,” said Colton, beaming down at me.

“Look at how
thin these girls are,” I said. “But they have huge breasts. Just look at them.”

Colton glanced
around.

“But not too
carefully,” I said, jokingly admonishing him for staring. “No staring at other
women!”

“I wouldn’t
dare,” said Colton, starting to laugh. “You know how these girls are all so
skinny?”

“How?” I said.
“Riding horses?” I frowned as I said it.

Colton laughed
again. “Corsets,” he said.

“Corsets?” I
said, puzzled. “You mean what they used to wear like hundreds of years ago?”

“I guess they
never really went out of fashion with this crowd,” said Colton. “If you look
carefully, you can see the wire marks on their shirts.”

It was true. I
looked around again. This time, I noticed that you could see some subtle
markings of corsets. Colton was telling the truth.

“Wow,” I said.
“I would have never imagined.”

“These girls
wouldn’t be half as thin as you if they weren’t wearing those,” said Colton,
smiling down at me.

“I guess not,”
I said, starting to smile. I felt a little better.

“Care to
dance?” said Colton, in his most elegant tone, while imitating a strong
Southern accent. He stepped back and held his hand out, waiting for me to take
it.

“Why, I’d love
to,” I said, trying my hand at my own Southern accent.

It turned out
that Colton was quite the dancer. I actually had a hard time keeping up with
him.

He pulled me in
quick loops around the dance floor, dancing in that standard country style that
really has its own appeal, in a certain way.

The music
wasn’t what I normally listened to, but after a few songs I really found myself
following the beat and enjoying it immensely. Of course, it helped that most of
the time, at least during the slower songs, I was pressed up against Colton’s
hunky body.

The songs were
regular country songs, usually. There were some classic ballads, but also some
newer pop-type songs that I recognized here and there from the radio. I had
expected there to be a lot of acoustic guitars, but actually the band was
playing almost purely electric instruments, including an almost funky-sounding
electric bass that must have had an extra large amplifier, turned all the way
up.

“Hey, it’s
Colton!”

“Wow, it’s
Colton, the rodeo rider!”

“Hey, Colton,
honey, could I have your autograph?” said a young and buxom woman with straight
blonde hair all the way down to her waist. Surely, she was wearing a corset, I
thought, because her figure seemed almost absurdly curvy.

“Sorry,
ladies,” I said, to the group of girls that was crowding around Colton now,
impeding our ability to continue dancing. “But he’s already taken.”

“Ah,” said the
girls, who retreated to the corner together, pouting, and giving me dirty
looks.

“Thanks,”
whispered Colton into my ear.

“You sure seem
to be a lot more famous now. Remember when I met you at the strip club?”

“Yeah,” said
Colton. “Nobody had any idea who I was. And I was sitting next to a poster of
my self, with my name and face on it.”

“Seems like
that new manager is really working out well, then,” I said.

“Yeah,” said
Colton. “Cambridge Whitehead. He’s the best. I have a meeting with him
tomorrow. A little unorthodox, perhaps, but certainly elegant.”

“Elegant?” I
said.

“Yeah, you
know. He’s always at the finest restaurants. Always wearing expensive suits and
watches and that sort of thing. Always handing out hundred dollar tips.”

“Sounds like
quite the guy,” I said. “I wonder what he’ll have you do next.”

“I’m wondering
myself,” said Colton. “But he said this next move is really big. He said this
next move in his plan is that one that’s going to really shoot me into the stratosphere.”

“Is that want
you want, baby?” I said, in a slightly teasing voice. “You want to be really
famous.”

“Honestly, not
really,” said Colton. “But I have to think about financial security…you know,
if I keep getting injured like this, I’m not going to have much of a future
left as a bull rider.”

“They say in
the papers that you wouldn’t get injured so much if you weren’t such a hot head
and didn’t take such risks. It’s just like on the motorcycle, you just can’t
help yourself, can you, baby?”

“It’s something
about my personality,” said Colton, shrugging his big shoulders.

I glanced
around and saw that the girls I had dismissed somewhat rudely were huddled
together and talking in a conspiratorial way. They were giving me glances here
and there. I didn’t like the looks of it.

“I have to use
the bathroom,” I said.

“No problem,”
said Colton.

“Why don’t you
come with me?” I said, giving him a wink, an idea suddenly flashing in my mind.

“I…”

“Just come on,”
I said, pulling Colton by the hand.

There weren’t
private bathrooms like I’d been hoping.

But the bathroom
was somewhat clean and well kept for a country bar’s bathroom, or at least the
way I would have imagined them.

I took Colton
into the bathroom, despite his protests.

“Shouldn’t I
wait outside or something,” said Colton, looking around nervously.

“Calm down,” I
said. “There’s no one else here.”

I don’t know
what had come over me. But I knew it had something to do with those hot girls
in the bar, those hot girls who wanted Colton. They wanted my man. And I wasn’t
going to let them have him. I was overcome by a lustful-sort of jealousy. It’s
not that I thought Colton would do anything. I didn’t think he would cheat on
me…but I just wanted to make sure. I wanted him to know he could have an
exciting time with me too. Plus, the whole situation was making me feel more
adventurous.

“Come on in,” I
said, pulling Colton into the stall with me. I had to practically drag him in
there. He seemed uncomfortable to be in a women’s bathroom. “Never been in a
woman’s bathroom before?” I said.

Colton shook
his head.

“Well, let me
show you what can happen in here.”

“Did you see
all those magazines out there by the sink? And the couch?”

I laughed.
“What? They don’t have that in the men’s bathroom?”

Colton shook
his head.

I got down on
my knees.

I reached up
and grabbed Colton by his strong hips.