Always Enough (Meet Me in Montana 2)

I stared at him in total shock.

How in the hell did he know? Had he seen my truck parked outside Kaylee’s place this morning? Even if he had seen my truck, how in the world would he have known about the unprotected sex?

“What is wrong with you, Brock?” I asked, working my jaw back and forth. He took a step toward me, and I stood up straighter, ready for his next move. “You come after me again, I will beat the living shit out of you, ya little fucker. Let’s not forget which one of us won every single wrestling contest we ever had, Brock.”

Brock stood planted firmly in place. “Start talking before Dad gets here, because I can promise you, he will be just as pissed at you for being so careless.”

“I’m sorry, but in case you forgot how this works, two people make that decision.”

“And you thought it was okay to do that? Do you want to run the risk of having a kid with a woman you informed you didn’t want a future with?”

My brows pulled down, and anger coursed through my body. “How in the fuck do you know all of this?”

“Lincoln.”

I groaned and closed my eyes; instant tension built, and my head ached. Of course Kaylee would have run off and told Lincoln about last night. “Why is Lincoln telling you about my sex life?”

“Because she’s worried about her best friend. The two of you obviously took fucking stupid pills last night.”

With a sigh, I nodded. “I agree, it was stupid. Very stupid.”

“Oh, you think?”

I shot him a dirty look. I didn’t need my younger brother lecturing me on something I knew I had fucked up on. “I know. But I don’t know how to explain it. At the time, it felt right. Good. Hell, it felt so good . . .”

He rolled his eyes. “Do you make this a habit? Fucking women without a condom?”

I took a step toward him and grabbed his shirt. “Don’t talk about her like it was some casual fuck.”

His brows lifted, and he gave me an incredulous look. “Really? Then what was it, Ty?”

I stared at him, unable to answer his question.

“I . . . I don’t know what it was, but nothing else is going to happen. I told Kaylee before we even started I wasn’t looking for anything more, so she knew what the rules were.”

Brock shook his head and then dropped it as he sighed. “Ty, dude. Lincoln got pregnant with me wearing a condom, and she was on birth control. What were you thinking? If you aren’t looking for something serious with Kaylee, why would you risk that?”

I swallowed hard and looked down at the ground. The sound of another tractor rolling up had both of us looking over to our father.

Brock faced me again. “Let’s finish up here and then go grab some lunch and beer. It’s time we talked, Ty.”

With a nod, I reached down and picked up my cowboy hat, which had been knocked off my head when Brock punched me. I knew I’d deserved it.

As our father approached us, Brock said in a low voice, “Dad doesn’t need to know about this.”

“If you think I’m going to fucking announce it, you’re wrong.”

He shot me another dirty look, then headed over toward our dad.

Brock was right. If my parents found out how reckless I’d been, and with Kaylee, of all women, they would be angry and disappointed. I’d already disappointed them enough.

“Fields are all plowed . . . good job, boys. We can plant them tomorrow. Tanner called your mama and said he’d be in town for a few days. We’ll put him to work as well.”

I smiled, as did Brock.

Our father’s gaze bounced from me to Brock. “Everything okay with you both?”

Brock and I exchanged a look and then nodded at our father. I would never be able to figure out how the man seemed to know when something was off with his sons. He’d always had some weird sense when we were fighting or upset with one another. He especially knew when it was between me and Brock. Before, it had always been about bull riding. Arguing which one of us was better, fighting about God knows what. We’d try to hide it from him, but he always seemed to know.

“Yeah, everything is fine. We’re going to head off and grab some lunch and beer. You want to come with us?” Brock asked. We both knew our father would say no, but inviting him would ease his mind about something being wrong between us.

He frowned. “What happened to your mouth?”

I reached up and flinched when I touched it, then tasted a small amount of blood. Immediately, my gaze went to Brock, who was smirking. The bastard had gotten me good.

“Brock and I got into a bit of an argument,” I said, causing Brock’s eyes to widen in shock. After the whole shit with my drug addiction, I’d sworn to my folks I’d never lie to them again. I meant it. “We worked it out. No worries, Dad,” I added with a smile.