Always Enough (Meet Me in Montana 2)

“I don’t need to be looked after, Ty,” she said as she turned, then walked to the stairs. She looked up the stairway, then back to me. “I’ll just use the bathroom down here.”

With a smile, I nodded. “I’ll make you a bowl of soup if you want. I have some more ibuprofen and a fresh ice pack.”

“How did you get the one out from under me?”

With a smirk, I replied, “I had to get creative.”

Her lips snarled. “Pervert.”

Laughing, I watched as she headed toward the guest bathroom. I made my way into the kitchen and took out two bowls and filled them both almost all the way up. Kaylee had some onion jam she must have bought from one of the local farms, so I put some of that on the sourdough bread and put it on a plate.

I waited for what seemed like forever, then finally went to the bathroom in the hall and knocked. When I didn’t hear a reply, I leaned in and heard what sounded like a sniffle.

I knocked again. “Kaylee, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine, Ty.”

Her voice cracked, and I knew she wasn’t fine.

“Did you fall again?”

She didn’t answer. Fuck.

I reached for the doorknob and was surprised to find she had left it unlocked. I pulled out my phone and turned on the flashlight and opened the door. Then I froze.

Holy. Mother. Of God.

Kaylee was standing there, naked from the waist down.

When she looked up at me, my breath caught in my throat. She was crying.

“I can’t sit down on the toilet. Leaning down hurts too bad,” she said softly.

“Let me help you.”

Shaking her head, she held her hand out. “Please, don’t. I’m so embarrassed and was two minutes from trying to step into the bathtub to pee.”

I couldn’t help the slight smile I was trying to hide. “Let me help you, Kaylee.”

My heart hammered in my chest as I walked to her and wrapped my arms around her, helping her sit.

“Jesus, that hurts.”

My legs were spread apart as I gently lowered her onto the toilet. “I think maybe we should have an X-ray done: you might have cracked your tailbone, not just bruised it.”

Kaylee dropped her head toward my body and cried, causing me to stay right where I was. Her half-naked body between my legs and her head lying on my stomach.

Son of a bitch. Don’t get hard . . . please don’t come up, pleeease don’t come up. Think of anything else but the position she is in right now.

Thank Jesus, she peed, and all hopes of my cock coming to life quickly vanished. I’d never been so damn happy for a woman’s full bladder than I was right in that moment.

“I have to wipe . . . will you look away?”

“Um, yeah, of course.”

I took two steps away from her, turned, and stared ahead. There was a painting on the wall, and it looked like the mountain range to the north of the ranch. I leaned in closer and saw four men on horseback riding toward the ranch.

Why had I never seen that painting before? The details were hard to make out in the semidarkness, but the painting was amazing.

“Where did you get this painting?” I asked.

The toilet flushed, and she said, “Can we just get through this extremely awkward moment before I answer that? I need your help getting up, Ty.”

Turning, I looked back down at her. “Right. Let me help you up.”

After getting her back up, we both looked down at her yoga pants and—fuck me—her pink thong. It might’ve been dark in there, but I sure as hell could see a pink thong.

“I don’t think I can bend down to get them, and I swear to God, if you make eye contact with me or so much as glance at my female parts right now, I will cut off your dick. Well, I’ll do that once my tailbone isn’t hurting anymore.”

My eyes snapped back up from her panties, but I didn’t make eye contact.

“I won’t look,” I said, my voice cracking like that of a teenage boy who’s gotten his first glimpse of boob.

Why, God, why are you punishing me? Why?

Chapter Nine

TY

I squeezed my eyes shut, leaned down, and felt for her panties.

The dryness in my throat made me feel like I was about to die from dehydration. I couldn’t have produced spit in my mouth to save my life right then. This situation had literally robbed me of my breath.

I slid her panties up high enough so that she could reach them. Pulling that pink lace over her luscious thighs and possibly grazing her ass with my hands would’ve caused me to stroke out, that much I was sure of.

“Okay, pants now,” she said.

Doing the same thing, but this time opening my eyes, I lifted her pants and got a view of her pink panties covering all the parts that I was fixated on. The dryness in my throat was immediately gone, and I was pretty sure I was drooling now.