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"Yeah, but we all do it," he pointed out.
"She doesn't have a dick," I reminded him. "You know as well as I do that if she says she's dating three guys, that's gonna cost her bad. Never mind the shit we'd get. Even if she didn't say what guys, it'd still make it impossible for her to keep going."
"So we should stop this," Ty mumbled.
"Fuck that," I shot back. "When the fuck have we ever done what we're supposed to?"
That earned me a chuckle, and then Ty eased himself back onto his bed. "Think Doc Stephens would say I got something?" he asked softly.
"Like, from a buckle bunny?" I asked.
"Would explain my lack of fucking," he pointed out. "Couple of weeks to clear it up, and a little more hesitation afterwards."
"Naw, don't do that," I told him.
"Just hear me out," Ty said. "All I need is something to make everyone think about it. A bottle to open when the wrong person's looking. Or to swallow a damned aspirin, you know? Have you say something about sticking my dick where it don't belong, and you know those guys will run with it. I'd never even have to confirm it."
He actually had a point. "And when Cody asks?" Because that was the only problem with this plan.
He chuckled. "Then I tell her that it seems the guys noticed me not sleeping around and came up with their own reasons."
I had to give it to him. That might just work. There was just one more issue with his whole plan. "You sure you don't have anything?"
"Always use condoms and have no symptoms," he said. "Was thinking about getting tested, just have to figure out how to do that if we won't be around to get the results. They usually don't like giving those out over the phone if there's something positive, and telehealth can't draw blood."
"True," I relented, but a little idea was starting to form. "Something to worry about in the morning."
"Mhm," he agreed. "Because they're done, and that shit hits hard."
Yeah, it did. My body was no longer hurting, and Cody was probably a very happy girl right now. Plus, I was a little proud of Ty. I'd half expected him to lose his shit, say he was done with her, or have some other bone-headed tantrum like that. Instead, he'd jumped right to making this work, and in a way that wouldn't fuck our girl over.
It seemed that some old dogs could be taught new tricks.
That was my last thought before sleep took me, and I slept hard. When my armageddon alarm went off the next morning, Ty groaned and pulled the second pillow in his bed over his ears. I silenced the thing, but once I was sitting up, I was too awake to go back to sleep. So, I decided to get my damned ass in gear.
Cody had a meeting with sponsors today. I needed to head over to the arena. I couldn't check in yet, but the sports medicine guys should be there. But first, a shower, because I smelled like a bar, and not in a sexy sort of way. Then, afterwards, I wanted to have a nice little meeting with Max, which meant we'd need one of the rooms. I figured this one would be better - because it wouldn't smell like sex. I also really didn't want to do this around anyone else, but I'd figure it out.
An hour later, I'd sent Ty to wake Cody up, got my keys back from Tanner, and was heading to the arena. It was a straight drive this time, and one I knew a little too well. Cheyenne, Wyoming, was the heart and soul of rodeo. The outdoor arena was a massive thing. It might not hold as many fans as some of the convention centers we used, but the amount of dirt out there often gave the bulls ideas.
Sure enough, when I pulled into the parking lot, an entire army of people were hauling around panels and setting up tarps to make this place into our own. I aimed for one of the buildings at the side, which was attached to the stands in a round-about sort of way. But when I reached the first door, someone was there to stop me.
"Authorized personnel only," the guard said.
"I need to talk to Dr. Stephens," I told him.
"Dunno who that is." He stood a little taller like he was ready for me to start shit.
Thankfully, that was when Anthony stepped out of the door behind him. "Hey, J.D.," he greeted me.
"Is the doc in?" I asked. "Security doesn't wanna let me pass."
"It's ok, Owen," Anthony said. "He's a rider. I'll take care of him."
"We're not supposed to let anyone in," the security guard pointed out.
"'Cept the authorized ones," Anthony told him. "I promise the top rider in the PBR is authorized."
That was enough to get Owen to move, so I slipped past, and Anthony jerked open the heavy metal door to let me in. Even better, he followed right after. Neither of us said anything until we reached the hall beyond.
