Page 8 of Three Not-So-Little Words (The Lawson’s #3)

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Gorgeous

Drew

T here are some women who you take one look at, and you just know there’s something special about them. You look at them and know that from the moment you say hello, they’re either going to rock your world or cause you a heap of trouble.

Something tells me this woman could be both.

When she walked to the bar earlier, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Her curves are enough to bring a man to his knees. I’ve always been more of a boob man, but that ass of hers may be enough to convert me.

Who am I kidding? She has more than enough of both. It's apparent she knows what she has. I certainly took notice of the way she leaned over the counter and put on a little show as she walked away.

Under normal circumstances, I would have gone over and talked to her. But she looks like she’s here with a group of her girlfriends. I don’t want to interrupt their good time. That hasn’t stopped us from exchanging knowing glances every once in a while. I can’t help but look over at her.

Her long black hair hangs in shiny waves down her back. Her big brown eyes have a hint of sparkle on the lids, and her lips have a sleek gloss on them.

She’s beautiful.

To keep myself from staring and drooling, I pull out my phone and play some stupid game for a little while.

When I look up from the screen to order another beer, she’s no longer at the table. Although I miss the eye candy, it’s probably for the best. I don’t need to look like a weirdo who can’t stop staring.

I get lost in my own thoughts for a little while, making a mental list of everything I need to get done while hoping Colton is having a good time.

Just when I think that I’ve gotten the beauty out of my head, my attention is drawn to the corner of the bar where a mechanical bull sits. I don’t know how I didn't notice it before, but there’s no way in hell I could miss it now.

The woman I was eye-flirting with is now standing front and center, ready to take a turn.

I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anyone ride a mechanical bull in person before, let alone someone who looks like she does.

My mind can no longer focus on the game I was just playing. There’s something much more entertaining to look at now.

She saunters up to the bull, looking the part with her tight button-up shirt, cowgirl boots, and cut-off jean shorts that accentuate her round ass.

I wonder if she’s really a country girl, or if she just pulls off the outfit really well.

Music starts to play even louder over the speakers as she gets ready to take her ride. There’s no way she’s going to be good at this, right? I mean, the point of a mechanical bull is to buck off the rider.

Swinging one leg over the bull, she climbs on. It only takes a few moments for the machine to come to life. It starts slow, moving back and forth as if it’s still trying to get warmed up. The woman looks almost bored, waiting for it to get moving.

Finally, the operator kicks it into high gear, and the bull not only increases in speed but starts moving every which way.

My gut clenches as I wait for the woman to go flying off onto one of the mats that line the floor.

Not only does she look like she’s right at home up there, she looks like she’s having the time of her life.

She holds on with only one hand while she holds the other high above her head.

A huge smile spreads across her lips, and every once in a while, she throws her head back and laughs.

I can’t seem to take my eyes off of her.

The bull starts moving even faster, but it doesn’t phase her. As it flies backward, she leans with it and even kicks her leg in the air.

I bet this woman is all fun. She’d be like a pure adrenaline rush.

Not all that long ago, I wouldn’t have given a shit who she was here with. I would’ve tried my damndest to get her to come home with me. Hell, I would have settled for banging her in the bathroom.

Back then, I was all about fun. When I wasn’t fighting or spending time with Colton, I was looking for wild ways to spend my time. It was fun, but it also got me into my fair share of trouble.

As I nurse my second beer, I run through my options. I could stay here, drinking more booze and waiting to see what the wild woman does. Maybe I take her home with me and get laid. Maybe we have a fun night.

Or maybe none of that happens.

I’m not that same man I was when I was fighting, though. My priorities are a little different.

So, instead of taking my chances as to what may happen, I decide to call it a night and go home.

I’m the new guy in town. I should probably do my best to stay out of trouble.