Always Enough (Meet Me in Montana 2)

I dropped my gaze to my coffee. The silence between us spoke a million words. Lincoln knew I had messed up, but she would never tell me. She knew how I felt about Ty, and I was a grown woman who had made my own choice to jump into bed with a man who flat out told me he didn’t want anything other than sex. The same man whom I’d had unprotected sex with. This was ridiculously messed up on so many levels.

Lincoln cleared her throat. “Okay, let’s back up. What happened when he left? When did he leave?”

“This morning. He had to meet Brock and Ty Senior at the barn. He didn’t wake me up, but he did leave me a note. It was sweet, yet frustrating as hell.”

She frowned. “That doesn’t make sense.”

I raised a brow at her.

With a slight smile, she tilted her head. “It’s Ty, so maybe it does make sense.”

Letting out a sigh, I explained. “He told me how much the night meant to him, about it meaning more than I’ll ever know. Then he thanked me for the night like it was just some casual fuck and said that he appreciated it.”

“Oh, Kaylee, at least he left a note and didn’t sneak out.”

I nodded. That had been a relief. For those few moments when I’d thought he’d just left, I had been crushed.

“Lincoln, I don’t know what to do. I have feelings for Ty, and I know he has them for me. I’ve never had a man touch me the way he did, so him telling me he can’t give himself to me is just bullshit. The way he kissed me . . . I mean, if he does that with all of his hookups, they probably have some secret club where they all go and meet for fucking therapy because their va-jay-jays will never want another man.”

The corners of her mouth rose slightly as she took a sip of her tea.

Now it was time to really drop the bomb on her. It was bad enough I was freaking out because I had let myself fall in love with Ty; that was nothing compared to what I was about to drop on her like a bad STD.

Gazing down at my cup, I circled the rim of it with my finger as I cleared my throat and said, “Oh, and one more thing. We didn’t use a condom . . . like, at all.”

The sound of a teacup hitting a saucer filled the coffee shop as I glanced up and saw my best friend looking at me with not only shock but anger.

Chapter Fifteen

TY

The time I’d spent on the tractor all morning left me alone with my thoughts. I wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. When I woke up in the morning, and everything from the night before came back in one mad rush, my first urge was to get the fuck out of there. That didn’t last long, though. I turned and saw Kaylee sleeping. Her hands were tucked under her face, and she had the sweetest expression on her face.

She looked content. Like she had been fucked thoroughly and well.

I smiled at that, because it was me who’d put that look on her gorgeous face. Even I had to admit I was surprised by all the sex we’d had last night. Of course, we’d crawled into her bed around four in the afternoon and never left it but to get something to drink and to use the bathroom a few times. Oh, and there was the shower time.

I smiled.

The shower. God, the shower.

Fucking her in the shower was now on my list of top favorite things I’d ever do in my lifetime. The number one thing on my list was watching her face as she came and called out my name. She was beautiful.

At some point during the night, her demeanor changed. The lust in her eyes turned to something different. Something I wanted to acknowledge so fucking badly but knew I never could. She couldn’t fall in love with me. I wasn’t the right guy for her. I might have been able to give her multiple orgasms, but that didn’t mean I could make her happy. The way she’d looked at me that last time I had been inside her made all the alarms go off in my head. My dick hadn’t cared; he would be perfectly happy spending the rest of our days buried inside Kaylee Holden.

I pulled in behind Brock and turned off the tractor. Once I jumped down, I turned to ask him a question, but before I could even get a word out, he punched me.

Stumbling back, I grabbed my jaw and looked at him. “What in the fuck was that for?”

Brock looked pissed. More than pissed; he looked downright furious. “You had sex with Kaylee without a condom? More than once? What in the fuck were you thinking?”