Brantley Gilbert's tattoo artist, Robbie Lee Jones, joins him on the road. She's tiny, tattooed, sassy, and stubborn. Just the way Brantley likes'em. Can she bend enough to handle Brantley's rough and rowdy ways? Read on to see what happens. ;)
"Ride or die angel." Brantley growled back at me. I shivered and slid back on the bike. Brantley looked good. Real good. He looked bigger than the last time I saw him. Swinging a leg over the bike, he sat and stroked the tank affectionately. I grinned, glad I came to pick him up. "Thank you Brantley. For... Everything." I said and hugged him tightly. He slid me around until I sat straddling his lap. "I'd do it again in a heartbeat. I swear to you, I won't ever let anyone hurt you girl." He rumbled and kissed me. I burried my head in his chest as we took off. A while later I raised my head and didn't recognize my surroundings. "Where we goin B?" I asked curiously. "Wherever the road takes us.. Let it ride sugar." I snuggled back into his chest, content to breathe him in. At this moment, I didn't care where we were going, or where we'd been. For now, it was just the two of us, and that was more than ok by me...
Super short. I know. But as this story wraps up, I have a few more ideas in the works. So be sure to COMMENT and leave your opinions. Anyone familiar with Brock O'hurn? If you aren't you should google him. Immediately. I'm torn between a Joe Manganiello story, or a Brock O'hurn story. So cast your vote now. Let me me know in the comments, or message me, even kik me. My Kik is in my bio. Who do you guys want next? Brock or Joe? VOTE, VOTE, VOTE! 😘
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