Tell them J.D. sent you. And for God's sake—bring whiskey. Share this story? 👉 If you liked "My Wild Sexy Summer With Country Chicks... -HOT," you’ll love the sequel: "Why I Quit the Rat Race for a Rodeo Queen." Coming next month.
I did not plan on the girls next door.
Riley tipped her hat. "Don't you dare write a country song about us." My Wild Sexy Summer With Country Chicks... -HOT
I turned to find three women leaning over the rusted gate of the neighboring pasture. They were covered in a fine layer of dust, wearing cut-off jeans that had seen better decades, tank tops with faded John Deere logos, and boots caked in mud. There was Maggie —the tall one with the quick smirk and eyes that looked right through you. Jess —the quiet one who hummed Dolly Parton songs while she worked. And Riley —the firecracker with a busted lip and a lopsided grin. Tell them J
One night, sitting on the porch swing, Jess asked me the question I'd been dodging. "When do you go back?" Share this story
Let's just say—some truths are too hot to print.