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“I know computers, how to fire all kinds of weaponry and ride Harleys. I think I’m pretty well rounded.”
“True, but you don’t know rodeo, and right now, we’re at a rodeo, so try not to embarrass me!”
“How could I do that? Cheering for the poor cow?”
“God, help us.”
Joel found us and had his number in his hand. He sat in the space in front of us and showed us his number, which was five. “I was six, but other fella got hung up at the last rodeo and ‘bout tore off his arm, so I got bumped up.”
Damon looked away and I glared at Joel for a moment for opening his big mouth. “That doesn’t happen often, does it?” I asked but nodded a little toward Damon.
Joel thankfully took the hint and hurried to say, “Oh, no, not much.”
“Joel, it happens enough,” Damon said.
“What…is it?”
“When an ol’ boy gets his hand caught in the rope, can’t get off that bull.”
I know my eyes got big, as I felt them. “He can’t get off it?”
“It don’t happen too much,” he said, his eyes moving to Damon.
I shut my mouth, but suddenly, I hated it every bit as much as Damon. Each time we spoke about it, it seemed more came up that could hurt Joel.
“Damon…I won’t do it after this.”
I watched Damon turn his head to look at Joel. “You asked for the rest of the season.”
“I see it’s buggin’ ya. I don’t wanna make ya mad at me or have ya worryin’ ‘bout me all the dang time!”
Damon eyes got cloudy and then filled with tears that he swatted away and said in a croak, “You love it. I don’t want to take something that you love.”
“Ah, man, I love you more, don’tcha know that?”
I felt tears in my own eyes. “Finish out this one. Just…God, Joel, be careful.”
“I swear it.”
They were sharing a moment, Joel and Damon, and I didn’t feel as if I were intruding, but I definitely wasn’t a part of it. Their love was growing before my eyes, the two men I loved more than anything.
Damon nodded to him and cleared his throat. “If you’re going out with this one, go out big. Kick the shit out of that bull.”
“Yessir, I sure will!”
And he did. He’d drawn a bull that the announcer said was a nasty piece . He’d bucked off three riders in the last rodeo before they’d made half their time, and he wished Joel a good ride on him.
Damon had a hold on my leg as Joel climbed in the chute to mount the nasty piece , whose name was Keefer, and right off the bull started bucking. The handlers were trying to help Joel off its back, but Joel shook his head, got a better grip on the rope, then gave the nod.
He came out of the chute and that bull flew into the air. He kicked and jumped higher than I imagined it could, and Damon’s hand on my leg tightened painfully.
Joel held on, but all I could hear was about the other rider getting hung up. If that happened to Joel…
But…he rode that bull, and everyone in the stands were screaming, cheering him on, and I saw it then, why he loved it so much. His mother, Noah, they’d tried to tell us, but it took him doing something like riding a bull that twisted and leaped into the air, trying everything to get Joel off him to make me see.
Everyone loved Joel when he was on that bull. He was good, holding on, moving in that fluid way that moved with the bull. Damon and I knew how tight his legs could hold, and he used those muscles with that bull. His body held onto that bull for what felt like hours.
That lithe body that I’d held while we fucked, while he twisted under me, it looked like he was part of the bull, like they were connected even as they fought. Joel was no submissive on that bull. He dominated it.
