“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!”
I looked at him and nearly lost it laughing when I saw his stunned expression. I focused on the road and tried to contain the laughter, but I lost the battle. Bill Clapper was one of the bull riders on the circuit. He also roped, but bull riding was his thing. He thought he was good. I knew good, and Bill was okay. Both of my brothers, Brock and Ty, were PBR World Champions. Bill Clapper wasn’t up to that level for a reason. He was cocky, mean as hell, and he didn’t like anyone making him look or feel bad.
“Tanner, this is not funny. This is…this is bad. If he finds out, he’ll kill me.”
I lifted my hand up and tried to control my laughter. “I’m sorry. Listen, I’m almost positive you’re not the first guy she’s slept with. I’ve seen her coming out of a few hotel rooms, so I’m going to guess she’s not that faithful. Maybe he knows his wife sleeps around. I mean, if she didn’t go back to their hotel room last night, where else would he think she was at?”
He paused for a moment and thought about it. “That’s true. God, the things that woman knew how to do with her tongue. Almost makes it worth sleeping with a married woman.”
I frowned and shook my head. “You really are a whoring bastard, do you know that?”
He cringed slightly then sighed. “I’ve been trying to get over a broken heart here, Tanner.”
“And now, apparently, you’ve got a broken dick, dumbass. Whatever, all I’m saying is if you sleep around like you have been, it’s going to catch up to you. One way or another. Take these next few weeks to get whatever it is out of your system. And when we get back out on the road, you have to stop thinking with your dick, before some crazy bastard decides to cut it off.”
I could feel his eyes on me. “Speaking of that. What’s going on with you?” he asked. “When was the last time you even hooked up with anyone? The brunette, I can’t even remember what her name was. Anyway, she said she went to your hotel room and you turned her away…said you were a dick to her.”
“She was right, on both counts.”
He snorted. “You’ve got something you want to tell me? Like a girl you’re seeing whom I don’t know about? Are you secretly gay? Which I’m completely okay with and all, just so you know.”
My head snapped to look at him as he raised his hands up and said, “Hey, I’m not one to judge if you’ve found yourself batting for the other team.”
“I’m not gay, asshole. I’m just tired of the meaningless sex. Tired of bedding women I’m not ever going to see again.”
Chance remained silent for a few minutes before he cleared his throat. “Dude, did you hit your head or something? You’re talking more like a forty-year-old than a guy who is twenty-five.”
“No, smartass.”
“Are you…wait…are you saying you want to settle down? Who is she?”
“No, I’m not saying that. I’m just tired of it all. I mean, tired of everything.”
He laughed. “Tired of what? Sex with women who don’t want anything in return but a simple night with you? Dude, you’ve
