This isn’t too bad.
“It’s okay,” I told him. “I think I’ve got this. It’s not as hard as it looks.”
I held on to the handles, which were shaped like bull horns, while people cheered me on.
But Dawson shook his head. “Turn it off, hon. You need to put your seat belt on. And you’ve got it setwaytoo high.”
“How do you turn it off?” I asked with a big smile on my face. This was the craziest thing I’d done in alongtime.
The bull had been in steady use all night long, and I wasn’t the first to ride it. It had looked like fun from a distance, and no one had gotten bucked off.
But my ride felt different. The mechanical bull picked up speed, and I stopped looking around the bar and stared down at the dial again.
“Wait. How do you make it slow down?” I asked Dawson.
I tried to play with the dial, but that made it worse.
The damn thing started going faster, and all I could do was hold on as tight as I could. I started to panic as it bucked me all over the place.
This thing is dangerous!
It needed to come with warning labels.
“Amy! Hold on to those handles! I’m going to try to stop it,” Dawson hollered as he stepped closer.
I managed to elbow the man in the eye as the bull bucked me around. I heard him grunt in pain, but then he was back, trying to reach the dial between my thighs.
He didn’t get a hold of the dial, but he did manage to light my pussy on fire as the bull bucked me into his hand.
After a few seconds ofthat, Dawson almost managed to get a hold of the dial, but not before my grip slipped and I flew off the damn thing into the air.
You know what the trouble is with flying into the air?
You come back down again.
I landed like a broken rag doll, thudding onto the dirty floor of the Bear Den bar, as every cell in my body instantly settled into a deep ache.
“Ohhhhh,” I groaned. The wind had been knocked out of my lungs, and I felt a stab go through my arm when I tried to move.
I just lay there flat on my back wondering why the Mountain Golds had such a kick to them.
Maybe if I’d only hadtwo, I wouldn’t be in this situation. I needed to stick to my limits in the future.
Dawson appeared above my face, peering down at me with a worried expression.
“Are you okay, Amy? Holy shit, I can’t believe that happened.”
“I’m not sure. Everything hurts.” I lay there, trying not to move. Trying not to even twitch.
“Does anything hurt worse than the rest?”
“Uh, yeah. My arm.”
“Okay? Which arm?”
“The left one.”
Two more faces appeared. Rugged. Bearded. Almost as sexy as Dawson, although he still had top billing.
