Hung Up

It's Friday night and hardworking cowboys and ranchers from all around Ft. Worth come to The Lone Star for a cold brew and someone warm to dance with. Lucky for them, one table is always reserved for Beth and her friends who come there to unwind and maybe to get wound up by a good-looking guy with a big smile and bigger rodeo buckle.

I should have told Colton what he could do with his money, but I need it to keep the doors of my dance studio open. So, here I am, naked and bound, with a bull ...