Good Enough (Meet Me in Montana 3)

By the time we got the horses settled and headed to the hotel, I was exhausted. But I still had enough in the tank to take a shower and pack up my bags. I knew Chance would want to leave first thing in the morning, and I was more than ready to head on out of Colorado and make our way back to Montana. The weather looked to be good for traveling, and I didn’t want to press our luck with it being mid-December and trying to drive back pulling a horse trailer. Storms could easily kick up as we drove through the Rockies, and we needed to avoid that at all costs.

A knock on my hotel room caused me to pause for a moment. I knew it wasn’t Chance, so that meant it was someone looking for a good time, which I wasn’t in the mood for.

“Shit,” I mumbled as I made my way to the door. With a towel still wrapped around my waist, I opened the door to find a brunette standing there. I’d recognized her as one of the buckle bunnies who showed up to some of the bigger events.

Her gaze moved greedily over my body. I knew what she was here for, after all. Her look should have sparked something inside me, but it did nothing. Not a damn thing.

“Figured you might want to celebrate, cowboy.” The brunette stepped forward and gave me a sexy-as-sin smile. Her fingers moved softly up my chest as she purred, “I’m all yours tonight, Tanner, and trust me when I say that I know how to ride and will definitely last for longer than eight seconds. Hell, I really like ropin’ too.” Her hand slipped around my neck before she spliced her fingers through my wet hair and gave it a gentle tug.

I had no doubt she knew how to ride. Hell, she’d probably ridden against more cowboys than I had in my time on the circuit. And a few months ago I might have ushered her into my room and let her do just that to me. But not tonight.

“I was told by your partner that you liked brunettes.”

All I could do was stare at her. It was true. I liked brunettes, I liked blondes, redheads, hell, I wasn’t prejudiced when it came to women. I loved all women, all shapes and all sizes. I also respected the hell out of them because I knew my mother would personally hunt me down and cut off my balls if she ever found out I wasn’t treating a woman right. It was part of the reason I kept the sleeping around to a minimum, even though my reputation said otherwise. I didn’t contradict it; I did like an occasional hook-up. Contrary to what everyone said, though, I wasn’t a manwhore like some of the other guys out here. Don’t get me wrong, I liked sex. A lot. But I never slept with the buckle bunnies.

Chance, on the other hand, hell, he had gone on a fucking binge after Jessica had left him. I swore he would sleep with any woman who looked at him. And as much as I really wanted to let this woman into my room, especially since I hadn’t had sex in a few months, the girl currently running her tongue over my jaw wasn’t the girl I wanted to be with. I lifted my arms and pulled her hands back as I gently pushed her away from me.

With a smile, I shook my head. “As much as I appreciate the offer, sweetheart, not tonight.”

The woman stood there with a stunned expression on her face. It wasn’t often cowboys turned down a beautiful woman, and the one standing in front of me was indeed beautiful. She looked past me into the room, probably to see if I had someone else already waiting for me. She frowned and then looked back at me. “You’re saying no?”

I nodded. “That’s right, I’m saying no.”

This had become the latest in a string of the word no I seemed to be giving women. None of them caught my attention, hadn’t since I’d been back home, truth be told, and I was beginning to wonder if something was majorly wrong with my cock since nothing got the bastard hard. Not. One. Thing. Well, that was a complete lie. My nightly dreams of Timberlynn got me plenty hard simply thinking of her. And it didn’t mind when I thought about her in the shower either.

The brunette took another step closer to me. I took a step back. “You’re actually turning me down?” she asked again, this time with a bit of laughter in her voice.

“It’s not you, you’re beautiful. And you have a smoking hot body. I’m just not interested.” I sighed and rubbed the back of my neck, wishing she would just move along to the next guy.

“Tanner, you have no idea what you’re turning down, and I most certainly won’t offer it to you again.” She snarled her lip up at me as if I had offended her.

“I’m pretty sure I do, and I’m not interested in what you have to offer, but I’m sure you’ll find a cowboy who roped tonight and is looking for a meaningless fuck. You’ll probably find countless ones in this hotel alone if you look harder, although maybe you’re only interested in the buckle winners.”

It was a dick thing to say because she flinched and took a step back. We both knew every word was true though.

“Screw you, asshole.” She turned and stomped away.

Without another glance in her direction, I closed the door to my hotel room and locked it. The sooner this night was over, the faster I could head back home. Fuck. I was so exhausted I didn’t even bother putting on a pair of boxers. Just dropped my towel and fell onto the bed, knowing what I would dream about the moment my head hit the pillow. Well, not what…but who.

The drive back to Montana from Colorado felt like it was taking forever. Chance slept damn near the whole time. I was positive it was from his previous night’s adventure. This morning the brunette from last night had passed me by in the lobby and told me she found another buckle winner and thoroughly enjoyed being with Chance last night—yeah, whatever, that hadn’t caught me off guard in the least bit. But I also saw Chance saying goodbye to another woman—a hot blonde—when I had gotten back from my morning run.

I’d woken up with a smile, still thinking about the dreams I’d had of Timberlynn and knowing that we were headed home today. I needed to burn off some energy while I waited for Chance to get his shit together. So, even with my ankle giving me hell, it felt good to run, especially in the cool, crisp Colorado air.

By the time we had gotten the horses and all of our saddles and other equipment loaded up, it was damn near almost nine in the morning. Chance looked like he hadn’t slept a wink, and when he told me he’d ended up with two women in his room, I knew I would be the one doing most of the driving back to Montana. That asshole. I wasn’t looking forward to the fourteen-hour drive.

I reached for the radio and turned it on, barely turning up the volume.

“I’m awake, dude, just trying to rest my body,” Chance said.

With a quick glance his way, I asked, “Rest your body from what, sex? Is it becoming that hard for you? Can’t handle having sex more than one time a night?”

He laughed. “Yeah, rest my poor aching body. I never in my life met two girls who could move like they did. It was their first threesome, and they evidently wanted to make the most of it.”

“Is that right?” I asked with a slight chuckle. “And did they?”

“I think my cock is broken, if that tells you anything. I never had anyone ride me like that. I’m actually afraid to have sex again. Pretty sure I sprained my dick.”

This time I laughed. A full-on laugh. “That’s what you get. You used condoms, right? God knows how many other men they’ve slept with. The brunette stopped by my room last night, and I shooed her away.”

Chance chuckled. “She told us in the bar. She’s no longer one of your fans.”

“I’m sure I’ll survive. Worked out for you obviously.”

He sighed as he sat up and stretched. “I’m serious, man. This meaningless sex just to get my rocks off...I honestly can’t stand myself in the morning.”

I chuckled. “Never thought I’d hear you say something like that.”

“Yeah, well, my mother would be pissed if she knew what I was doing.”

I nodded because she would. “You know, I’ve seen that blonde you were with a number of times, mostly with Bill Clapper.”

Chance stopped moving. “Bill Clapper? You’ve seen her with him? A lot?”

I shrugged. “Yeah, I guess so. Enough that I actually thought

they were dating, but I guess not. Why do you sound so freaked out?”

“Bill Clapper is married, Tanner.”

I laughed. “Does that surprise you, Chance? Lots of guys cheat on the road, you know that. It’s nothing new.”

He shook his head and then ran his hands down his face. “Holy crap. Holy freaking shit.”

“What is wrong with you, dude?” I asked.

“Bill Clapper doesn’t cheat. He’s got a hot wife. A really hot blonde wife, or at least that’s what I’ve heard. I’ve actually never seen her since she’s known to stay back at the hotels. She doesn’t like to watch him ride, for some reason. I do know they got in a serious fight yesterday at the bar, or at least that was what Kenny told me last night. Bill’s wife apparently stormed away after a pretty heated argument. Fuck. My. Life. I was with a married woman, and not just any married woman. Bill Clapper’s wife. Shit. Shit. Shit.”

“Dude, you’re not even sure it was his wife. It might not have been.”

Chance quickly pulled out his phone and typed something into it. If I thought he had been freaking out a few minutes ago, that was nothing compared to how he was now acting. “Oh my God. I’m dead.”

“What is it?” I asked as I looked over at him.

“It’s definitely his wife. I spent the entire night with Bill Clapper’s wife…in a goddamn threesome!”