&&I wanna make you want me [trucker]

[MAHKENZIE GARLAND]

( w i l d , h o r s e s , I , w a n n a , b e , l i k e , y o u )
THROWING CAUTION TO THE WIND, I'LL RUN FREE TOO

Kenzie took a swift drag off of the camel menthol cigarette letting the smoke swirl in her lungs as she tossed it, squashing it with her Tony Lama boot heel before exhaling and walking into the building of the club. She knew that was not good to be doing in the shape that she was in, bu she honestly needed it more than ever. Sighing a little she looked down at her holy jeans, boots, and simple white lacy tank top. Her tanned skin contrasted against the tank top, and her mocha hair danced down her bust line. She was not wearing too much make, simply some eye liner, which was all the simple girl ever wore. She could already feel herself tensing up. She was not big on the social scene, but she figured she might as well meet some new friends as she was in a new place, and she needed someone. She entered the smoky bar with a slight hesitation before the music hit her ears, almost stopping her in her tracks. She knew the song, and she knew the voice as well.

Kenzie was a small town girl, things were simple and so was she. Dallas, was a big town, but living on the outskirts, on a simple ranch, made her the way she was. She was not too outgoing, but she could get things done. One thing she knew was her horses. Her horses were first and for most for her. Since she was toddler she was taught how to rope and ride, and she lived for it. Being a rodeo queen was just for shits and giggles really, her true passion was the training. Taking an unbroke colt, and working with him until he would do whatever, and anything you told him to do, then selling him, and watching him make someone a lifetime friend, that was the true pay off. Though she had two horses she would never sell not ever.

Things had been pretty hectic for the past couple of months. She had met a man by the name of Jason, and he has swept her off her feet, only to almost get into her pants. Now that has worried Kenzie. She was not that type of girl, nor would she ever be. But he had come close, much closer than any of the others. Though it has been almost a month since she had seen him, and she preferred it that way. She had chosen not to even think about him anymore. She didn't need that kind of drama in her drama free life. Plus, she had no time for a boyfriend, and no need for one. She had just never been into boys, and it would probably always be that way with her. It was just something you either loved or you hated about the girl, and that was just that. She sighed, the thoughts of a nice tall drink her her hand drifted through her mind ever so slowly.

Thinking of drinks, Kenzie turned on her heels, hair whipping back around as she moved towards the bar, leaning over it gently and smiling at the tender. "Can I get a tall glass of rum and coke, please?" Though the bartender looked a little taken aback by her order, he had been expecting something fruity, but not for her. Once the drink was placed before her, she handed him to money for it, then lifted the glass to her lips, taking a good swallow off of it, welcoming the burn in her throat. Sighing she turned back around leaning back against the mahogany wood. There was so much blowing through the slight blonde's mind, and no where to store it all. She was lost. She never should have come here.

Kenzie was a barrel racer, and she was damn good at it. Her horse was fast, and he knew his pattern. All she had to do was sit there, and hang on. She loved the thrill of knowing her horse could slip, she could get hurt, and the thrill of knowing that prize money was going home with her when she scored a 14.5 on the last run of her season. Mikey was a good horse, and the dapple would do anything and everything for her when it came down to him doing his job. Travis on the other hand, did the bulls, and that was a sprt all it own. She had watched him a couple times, and boy did she want to give it a whirl, but there was no way in hell that Daddy would ever let her climb on a bull, he knew the pains first hand that those animals could cause. Not for Kenz.

Kenzie sat alone at the bar, her hand clasping a new drink as someone sang along with the band on the other side of her. She was enjoying the drink, though it stung her throat. She was never a drinker, and never really would be, but something about the night that was flourishing around her caused her to have a few more than the normal. She enjoyed this drink, even though it's poison was strong, and she would more than likely have to pay for a cab to bring her home. She knew this well, and she would never drink and drive. Her Father would murder her if he ever found, and if she did, that man would find out. And Kenzie as we know it, would probably be no more. So she sipped lightly on it, as if sipping slower and less in one time would help keep her from becoming intoxicated. She glanced around the bar, hoping to see anyone that would strike up a good time. She could only pray someone would come along.

( w i s h , i , c o u l d , r e c k l e s s l y , l o v e )
LIKE I'M LONGING TO

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958
TAGGED ::trucker/morgan =]
NOTES :: pah shoulda been longer
MUSE :: haha overflowing
STATUS :: open
CREDIT :: This Template was made by tarjarose @ Caution 2.0

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[samuel (trucker) rio]

We got a little crazy but we never got caught

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The TV rang loud throughout Trucker's apartment. Football on the screen, a nice beer in his hand, he really felt at home with himself. Trucker had been feeling pretty great lately. Just a couple days ago he had won the local rodeo for rangling and bull riding. The usual. He knew it wouldn't be long before he would have to pack up and leave again for another six months or so. Trucker was always the main attraction. The type of guy that women came to see for looks, and men came to see for the sport. It was a pretty beautiful thing when he put it all together.

Trucker's legs on the coffee table, pale blue boxers covering his lower half. Scratching his head as a commercial came on he thought to himself, "Seriously dude...this is what your doing on a night like this? Go live a little will ya?" After a few grumbles and moans Trucker had finally convinced himself to get up and get ready for a night out. It would be the first night in a while he would be going by himself without his buddies with him. He hoped that maybe he would run into them, or at least someone at all.

A half hour passed before Trucker was out the door of his apartment and through the door of club boca. It was a smaller place, but large enough to fit the population of the place every night. Making a face he knew that he probably wasn't going to like it all too much there. None of the bars or get togethers were like what they were back in Tennessee. There was always people dancing, the latest and oldest country music playing over the system. And his personal favorite, the large flat screen TV's that lined the walls of the bar, hoping to attrack more business during game time. Here, here was nothing like Tennessee. The clubs were crowded, playing music that just didn't seem to fit, but he had made the journey there. He figured he might as well sit down for a drink.

Walking up to the bar he thought to himself after the bartender asked for an order. "You know what....just give me a straight shot of whiskey." He knew that if he was going to drink tonight, he needed to really drink. If that meant he was going to have to walk home, well that didn't matter so much to him. He only lived a few blocks away anyways. The bartender gave him the drink just as fast Trucker had ordered it. Looking at the shot in front of him, he picked it up, observing it for a minute like he wondered if the bartender had done something to it. Then, down it went. The burn in the back of his throat told him that he had made the right choice. Letting out a sigh he noticed the bartender come back his way, and asked him if he would like another.

"You know...give me whatever...whatever a country boy like me would like..." His eyes wandered off to the people next to him at the bar. he would never admit it but he loved to watch people. Oh yes, observing them as they walked by, talked with their friends, or reacted to a friends big surprise. His eyes wondered over to the beautiful woman near to him. He thought he recognized her from somewhere. Did he sleep with her...No. Was it maybe a wedding...a rodeo? Rodeo! Yes! Her name was Mahkenzie he knew that much. Giving her another look over, he wondered why he hadn't paid much attention to her before.

The bartender returned with a drink that he didn't even want to know what it was. Beginning to suck it down, it was strong. Very strong. In fact, it felt like the normal drinks back home and he loved it. Smiling he nodded to the bartender and he walked off. Standing up he took a few steps over to Mahekenzie and decided to be sly "Well, well. What's a pretty lady like you doin' out here all by her lonesome?" He leaned up against the counter, pulling the smooth boy routiene like he always had, the booze already starting to hit him.

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[MAHKENZIE GARLAND]

( w i l d , h o r s e s , I , w a n n a , b e , l i k e , y o u )
THROWING CAUTION TO THE WIND, I'LL RUN FREE TOO

The bar smelled of sweat and cheap perfume to Kenzie. That mixed with alcohol was not a very comforting smell, but she was able to push that side as she took another sip from her strongly mixed drink. Her brown eyes moved out and around the people on the dance floor, grinding on one another, the hunger for sex was evident in most of their body languages. Kenzie had never been like that, she liked dancing, and sure she could be like that when the time called for it, such as with escorting, but as her own person she tried not to act like a sexually driven animal. Course, when she got a few drinks in here that were mixed like this one was, that could always change. Another long swig of the drink the tender had given her and it was gone, quickly ordering another one, along with a shot of straight crown.

Things around Kenzie almost seemed as though they were a blur as she downed her first shot and quickly chased it was a sip of her rum and coke. She winced slightly as the burn met the back of her throat and made it's way to the pit of her stomach. Kenzie almost ached to feel that burn again, but she kept herself to her drink for right then. Kenzie had noticed a man next at the bar just a few seats down from her. He looked familiar. Though, she couldn't quite get from where she knew him. A once over of his back side was given, and she couldn't help but think yum. At that moment her cheeks flushed a hot pink and a smirk tainted her lips for s plit second before deep vocals rang out to her, bringing her out of her wonderland.

Kenzie glanced up at the man that now leaned against the bar next to her, his smile almost warming. Trucker, that was it. She knew him from the rodeo circuit, though she had never given him much thought, or payed too much attention to his looks before, she sure was noticing them now. She laughed softly at his words as she glanced up at him with a warm smile that lit up her face, eyes twinkling with the excitement from actually finding someone she sort of knew around here. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Trucker Rio. Long time no see." she laughed again slightly you. "I think a stiff drink is what brought me here, how about you?" she asked raising her glass to her glossed lips and taking a long slow sip of the potent liquor. Well, at least she found someone to talk to.

( w i s h , i , c o u l d , r e c k l e s s l y , l o v e )
LIKE I'M LONGING TO

WORDS ::

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TAGGED ::trucker/morgan =]
NOTES ::nicht sehr gut
MUSE :: haha overflowing
STATUS :: open
CREDIT :: This Template was made by tarjarose @ Caution 2.0

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[samuel (trucker) rio]

We got a little crazy but we never got caught

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It wasn't long before Trucker realized he had made the right decision to come talk to Mahkenzie. She seemed to be sweet girl, and from what he knew, she could hold her own out there and that's what he liked about women like that. Women that could take care of themselves without him having to be at their hand and foot to help. Trucker tried to imagine having a high maitnence woman by his side. The thought made him shutter in hopes that he would never end up in a situation like that. Country grown was the way he liked it the best. Unfortunately around Myrtle, there wasn't much to choose from and the majority of the rodeo was always men.

Trucker smiled when she acknowledged him. It made him feel like he really did have an idea of who she was. Maybe not as a person, but her talent and her looks sure came off of her like sun rays. "You're tellin' me." A small chuckle came out before he took another sip of whatever he was drinking. The less he knew about how much alcohol was in his drink, the better. His pearly whites and off center smile really drew them in, but what he had noticed about Mahkenzie was, she never really seemed to pay attention to any of that. Trucker always had his charm on, whether he was around a beautiful woman or not, so the fact that one didn't fall to their knees at his eyes or genuine smile, it made him curious to know why. Were they ignorant, or just had something more important than him on their mind.

Straying away from the selfish thought Trucker had, she responded to her "Well, figured here is better than alone at my place. Chase is restin' up so I couldn't take him out like I wanted to." He paused for a moment, looking her up and down once more "So uh, how're the barrels?" He smirked at her as the bartender set down a beer in front of him. He took it up in his hands, taking a big sip. "You winnin' like always?" .

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[MAHKENZIE GARLAND]

( w i l d , h o r s e s , I , w a n n a , b e , l i k e , y o u )
THROWING CAUTION TO THE WIND, I'LL RUN FREE TOO

Another smiled crossed her face as she glanced down him one last time. She must have been blind to have never noticed before how good looking her was. Course, when it came down to competition time, the last thing Kenzie was thinking about was how hot some tiny butted bull rider was. One thing she knew was, she didn't trust the cowboys with the tiny butts. They were mostly liars, players, and cheaters. She never really gave too many of them a chance in hell, though many of them tried. She had never been interested in that kind of thing. She was a virgin after all, and had no intentions of changing that any time soon. She was happy to be a virgin and still have her innocence, having no idea what she was missing was not a big deal to her.

Many would ask, how was she an escort when she wouldn't have sex. Well, at times this got tricky. But kenzie had learned to perform in other ways that were suitable to most men. They always got exactly what it was they were paying for, and not many of them complained. In fact, Kenzie had many repeat customers, some of which paid her for her company alone. She was a good listener, and fun to talk to at many times. Though, she was also good at giving advice when things got rough, and good for making ex wives jealous. She had played that role a time or two in her escorting career. Another thing Kenzie was quite aware of was that she knew what she did was dangerous, and she knew that one night something could go horribly wrong, but she believed in herself, and her own judgement of who she went with.

Now, coming out of her thoughts she smiled once more at Trucker. Listening as he said he wasn't able to bring his friend with him. She was sort of in the same boat, course she didn't have too many friends around here. She missed him, she missed her friends, and most of all she missed all her horses. Here she only had two, and that saddened her. She loved her horses, and her dogs. She also missed her Dad, he was her rock, and him not being around was killing her. "The barrels are going good, and of course I am still winning" she scoffed and flipped her at him, pretending to be insulted before giggling softly and looking at back at him. "Going the same as always, fast and hard." at that moment Kenzie realized just how dirty that and instantly her cheeks flushed, glancing up at him with an almost devious smirk before lifting her glass to her lips and averting her eyes. Good, now she just made a complete ass of herself in front of a incredibly hot cowboy. Way to be, Kenz.

( w i s h , i , c o u l d , r e c k l e s s l y , l o v e )
LIKE I'M LONGING TO

WORDS ::

455
TAGGED ::trucker/morgan =]
NOTES ::nicht sehr gut
MUSE :: haha overflowing
STATUS :: open
CREDIT :: This Template was made by tarjarose @ Caution 2.0

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[samuel (trucker) rio]

We got a little crazy but we never got caught

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In just one look over Mahkenzie, Trucker was actually impressed that he went up to talk to her. But he still wondered just exactly why they never actually talked before now. This was the first time he had said more than just "hi" to her ever since the day he met her. His beer wasn't even over half gone and he was beginning to feel a little looser. This was the main reason why he liked to drink. To pull his thoughts away from other things, even if that meant he would end up with something else on top of that.

The crowd hasn't seemed to sease since he had first arrived. It was hard to believe that only a few hours ago, he was sitting on his ass, being boring like he always was. But when Mahkenzie, said something about going fast and hard, man, he just had to smile. A big grin came over his face, unable to keep his head out of the gutter. He could tell that wasn't what she meant by the gorgeous blush that went upon her cheeks. He nodded in her direction "Don't worry about that, I know what you meant. Although it leaves some food for thought.." he said in honesty.

And it was very honest in fact. In fact, Trucker had already thought about...things...from the moment he saw her. What could he say? He was a single cowboy who rode bucking broncos and bulls for goddsake. It was only natural. He bit his lip, wondering just what to say next. He couldn't help what his brain came up with. "Why is it that I never saw you around before this? Figured a beauty like you would be hard to miss." His charm was layed out thick, and he could only hope it was working on her. But as a country girl, he knew would be tough to take her down, that's the way they were and he loved it.

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[MAHKENZIE GARLAND]

( w i l d , h o r s e s , I , w a n n a , b e , l i k e , y o u )
THROWING CAUTION TO THE WIND, I'LL RUN FREE TOO

Kenzie cheeks remained a flush pink, hot, and flushed. She hadn't meant things to come out the way it had, couse, she wouldn't even know if fast and hard was how she liked it. Though, she would never tell him that. Instead, Kenzie always chose to just act like she knew what she was talking about. Men seemed to find that more attractive, than a virgin who didn't want to put out. Cowboys, in general were into sluts. Course, she didn't know about Trucker, they had never really spoken before, and she had never really payed any attention to who he dated and who he didn't, but she just assumed. Assuming was a dangerous matter, but she wouldn't say anything about what she felt his intentions were until she knew for sure. She had already made an ass of herself once, didn't need to do it again. Let alone in front of the same person.

Kenzie glanced back at Trucker who know wore a grin from ear to ear which made her flush an even brighter shade of pink. She laughed out softly at his words and rose a brow at him, flashing him a seductive smirk before taking the last sip of her second drink. Placing it down on the bar she turn her perch to face him a little more, it was better for conversation, and gave her a better oportunity to check him out. Kenzie played almost nervously with her white laced tank top as it rose up on her mid section, showing off her toned and taned torso. Her holed up jeans gave just little peeks here and there of her tanned legs, but still kept most of them to imagination. In that moment, she felt almost self conscious about her choice of outfit. It was kind of laid back, a day around the barn, kind of outfit and yet she had worn it out in public. She silently cursed herself for not dressing up a little more.

Kenzie smiled at him innocently, letting her pearly whites show. "Well, I really haven't been around here long. And, I don't get out much. I spend most of my time at the barn, practicing and such... But that's all boring. What about you?" She paused for a moment. "Haven't seen you around either when I have been out." she smiled at him once more, cocking her head slightly to the side, playing with her long mocha colored hair nervously. Something about him just made her nervous, she wasn't quite sure what it was, and she didn't really want to know, it wasn't something that happened much, so she figured it was best she didn't know what it was about him that was making her so nervous. But, damn, was he easy on the eyes. This she knew.

( w i s h , i , c o u l d , r e c k l e s s l y , l o v e )
LIKE I'M LONGING TO

WORDS ::

455
TAGGED ::trucker/morgan =]
NOTES ::nicht sehr gut
MUSE :: haha overflowing
STATUS :: open
CREDIT :: This Template was made by tarjarose @ Caution 2.0

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[samuel (trucker) rio]

We got a little crazy but we never got caught

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Trucker seemed too in the moment to be really focusing on anything else but Kenzie in front of him. He didn't mind, but what he did mind was that he really enjoyed behind around this girl, even if he hadn't really met her until a few minutes ago. He knew her enough to know that he would like to know more, and that was all he needed. Most of the women that Trucker encountered were selfish, slutty, city women that liked to tell him what to do and make him listen to them talk. Now Trucker still believed in civalry but he knew that there was a fine line between that and tolerance, which he had none of.

The pink on her cheeks just made her just that much more adorable to him. He wanted to hug her and cuddle her like he did it every day and she didn't care. Like it was the normal type of thing for him to do. The thought that he hadn't really met her until that day made him so anxious to catch up on all the things he could have missed. Taking a seat up on the bar he smiled at her, still with his infamous crooked smile across his face.

Sitting up on the stool next to her, he listened as she spoke and waited until she was done. "yeah, figured you'd be know. But something tells me you should be with the big leagues. You know, the pros like I am. You're way too good to be just hangin' around at local rodeo's tryin' to get your fix, darlin'" He said to her, his twang just as strong as the scent that arose off of her was. He shrugged his shoulders when she said she hadn't seen him much either around town "Well, I'm never usually at things like bars and parties. maybe on occasion but I usually just wait around the local ranch outside of town. Helpin with the horses and stuff. It's a great job, volunteer 'course but I don't mind." He paused for a moment before getting an idea "Maybe you could come with me some time, that is if you're up to it"


Trucker knew a little reverse psycology couldn't hurt anyone, and the best part was, he almost didn't want her to come, because then he would be able to make some other cheesy pick up line to get her to see him again. He definitely wanted to see her in more places than the rodeo. It was a different world on the outside, and with little feminine influence around him, he needed to reconnect with that childish, more sensitive side like he used to have before leaving Nashville. Taking another drink he turned to her "So, where you originially from, princess?" He smirked at her, hoping to get her riled up about his nickname for her.

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[MAHKENZIE GARLAND]

( w i l d , h o r s e s , I , w a n n a , b e , l i k e , y o u )
THROWING CAUTION TO THE WIND, I'LL RUN FREE TOO

Kenzie's main focus at that moment was Trucker, and maybe that was what was making her so nervous. She didn't want to get attached to anyone. She knew how the bullriders were. When it came time to go catch a ride, they were gone. They never missed a rodeo, or a good ride. So a cowboy was something she knew to be well cautious of. However, she couldn't seem to pull herself from him in that moment. She wasn't sure why they never talked before this night, but she kind of regretted it. He seemed like a nice guy, not like the ones that would quickly try and get into her pants, and she liked that. She didn't want a man who was going to have high aspirations to get into her pants right off quick, it would never happen, and Kenzie was truly a girl who hated to disappoint.

Kenzie's cheeks slowly regained their normal tanned color, the blush now fading, which made her feel a little better. Not as embarrassed. She watched him as he took a seat next to her. He had this off-center smile that she slowly was noticing and just how cute it was. So many things that she had missed before in their passings on the circuit. She had never noticed how beautiful his eyes were, or how cute his smile was, or that he actually seemed like a genuine kind of guy. Then it hit her, like a ten pound hammer. Kenzie... you're an escort. He's never going to want you. her inner ego yelled at her, and instantly she found herself frowning. This was probably true, and she wouldn't blame him. Some of the things she did for the money she had was despicable even to her. However, she didn't have anyone to support her, and the rodeos around here sure as hell weren't going to do it. So, hate her for having to do what she does to live comfortably.

Kenzie was still frowning when his voice brought her back out of her thoughts. Her brow furrowed slightly, still pondering slightly, but listening to his words. "Darlin, I am nationally ranked. I just-" she broke off for a minute and thought about what she was saying. "I am just sick of moving all the time. Having to start everything over every six months, you know?" she sighed slightly. It was a depressing topic, and she definitely didn't mean to make him uncomfortable if she had. Then she thought a little harder on his words, did he mean she should be dating someone who is in the big leagues like him, and not messing with the little boys around here? If so, he was right about that.

Kenzie smiled when he called her princess and she giggled slightly. Princess. In no way shape or form was she any type of princess. princesses didn't ride horses, get kicked, bit, spit on, trampled, or covered in mud on a daily basis. "Well, originally from Dallas. But I've moved around a lot. I spent a lot of time in Georgia, actually, I miss Georgia more than I miss Dallas. What about you, cowboy?" she smirked at him playfully as she continued to play with her hair, and her tank top nervously as she gazed upon him.

( w i s h , i , c o u l d , r e c k l e s s l y , l o v e )
LIKE I'M LONGING TO

WORDS ::

455
TAGGED ::trucker/morgan =]
NOTES ::nicht sehr gut
MUSE :: haha overflowing
STATUS :: open
CREDIT :: This Template was made by tarjarose @ Caution 2.0

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