“Fuck you!” he groans, throwing a wadded-up napkin at my head.
“Hey, Caine!” waves one of my students, and I wince when I see Macy Lou sitting on his lap.
Jason is twenty-one. And I scowl as I see him taking shot after shot! Kid’s gonna be feeling that tomorrow. I hope he falls right on his sorry ass! That’s the only way he’s gonna learn that drinking and riding don’t mix.
“Looks like he’s getting your leftovers tonight,” Kyle mutters with a chuckle as he brings his beer to his lips.
Three of my students walk over to me, three random women on their arms. The buckle bunnies are out in full force tonight.
“Hey, Caine!” they all say with smiles on their faces.
“You gonna be able to train tomorrow?” I ask Jason with a frown. His face is flushed, and he’s swaying on his feet.
“Don’t be such a buzzkill,” he drawls, his upper lipcurling in a sneer. “Maybe you need to get laid.”
Kyle laughs.
“What’s so funny, old man?” Jerod, another one of my riders, asks Kyle.
“That you think Caine needs help gettin’ laid,” Kyle says with a smirk as he brings his beer to his lips.
“Well, he’s sitting alone,” Jason snickers.
“By choice. He could have gone home with your little friend,” Kyle says, lifting his chin in the direction of Macy Lou.
“Very funny,” Jason says with a laugh.
“I think it’s funny you think I’m kidding,” Kyle counters, shaking his head at the young man.
I’m not gonna lie. I feel a small twinge of satisfaction that the woman on his arm is someone I rejected.
I already acknowledged that I’m a dick. This only solidifies that truth.
“You want Caine?” Jason asks Macy Lou, his brow furrowed.
“Well, he is gorgeous,” Macy Lou replies, turning her gaze toward me.
“I’m good,” I say, holding up my hand. “In fact, I think I’m gonna call it a night.”
“You want company?” Macy Lou asks, looking at me through her mascara-coated eyelashes.
“As I said, I’m good,” I answer as I stand up.
With the way this woman is staring at me, I’m really glad I turned her down. She looks ready to pounce! And I do not bring pussy to my house. The last thing I need is for this woman to know where I live, any woman for that matter. The ranch is one thing. We have six houses on the property; they have no way of knowing which one is mine.
“FYI, if you come drunk tomorrow, you’ll all be mucking the stalls,” I warn my riders. They all look ready to fall down. I just shake my head. “Have a good night, Kyle,” I say, shaking my buddy’s hand before reaching inside my back pocket and removing my wallet.
I throw a twenty down on the table and tip the bill of my hat to everyone as I leave.
What a fucking bust! What a waste of fucking time! And what the fuck am I doing? I’m pining over a woman I have no chance of getting or ever seeing again! This is just crazy-making!
I get in my truck, toss my hat onto the seat beside me and growl into the air!
FUCK!
Chapter Ten
Caine
