Page 56 of Untamed
In most cases a bull rider cannot just show up to an event and expect to compete. Rather he must enter the event by calling PBR Headquarters and submitting his name and intention to compete.
I can’t ignore her any longer. She’s eighteen and officially legal. What’s stopping me?
Nothing . . . well, maybe the fact that I’m leaving in the morning. I wanted to leave without saying anything, but something kept bringing me back. This girl. I can’t leave without saying goodbye to her, but I never expected to show up here and see her on a goddamn bull.
My anger’s still boiling over it, but the way she’s watching me, waiting for me to make a move, it’s keeping me from going after that fucker Joel.
Her innocence stares back at me. My bag’s on the floor with the dream catcher in it, and I’m tempted to give it to her now, but I’m not ready to.
Maesyn stares at me for a moment, like I’m a dream. She smiles, and it’s like a weight being lifted. I’m fascinated by the looks she gives me, and completely undeserving of them. My heart hammers in my chest and I think of the note my mom wrote me when I was born. She wrote one for all us boys and kept them in a book. Dad gave them to us on our eighteenth birthdays. I don’t remember everything it said, but one part I’ll remember until the day I die.
Be the man her heart dreams of. You don’t own her, son. No man does. Treat her with respect and she’ll give you loyalty.
I want to own her though. I want my hands in her hair, owning, possessing, controlling, all of it. I’m not looking for love. But I also want her to believe she’s worthy of loving. She’s not damaged or worthless, nothing like the way these douchebags around here treat her. She needs to see that having sex isn’t always about the guy. It’s about her too, and fuck if I don’t want to show her just how good it can be for her.
