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"Not puking," he told me.
Yeah, I didn't believe him. I claimed the one by the table and moved it in front of the nightstand, then crawled up on the mattress and started working on Ty's belt. A little smile touched his lips, and he didn't try to stop me. When I had that off, I started tugging at his shirt, trying to get it out of his pants.
"I think I need to be on bottom," he said.
"No, Ty," I said, tugging at his arm so he'd sit up. "No condoms, remember?"
"In my bag," he told me.
"I don't know how to put them on, and you're drunk."
"So?" he asked, helping me to get his shirt off. "Fucking dick's hard."
"Remember when I was drunk?" I asked.
"But you're a girl," he grumbled.
"And you are too drunk," I told him even as I began working to get his pants open. "Baby, tonight I get to take care of you, ok?"
"When did I become 'baby'?" he asked.
"When you got too drunk to walk on your own," I assured him. "Now help me out a little?"
He lifted his ass and pushed at his pants - but not his underwear. "Sex," he repeated for the third time tonight. "Guys like me? Yeah, that's what we think matters, but maybe it don't. Maybe, Cody, sex is just how we think we're not getting ignored, you know? Because we're not good enough to have a girl care about making sure we're ok. No, we're the real men. We're the ones who are supposed to take care of her." He murmured like he could barely hold on to his thought. "But I figured something out, eh."
I pulled back the blankets, trying to make it easy to get him under them. "What's that?"
He flopped his head over to the side to look at me. "We're the ones who need it. To be taken care of, I mean. We try to be all tough, but guys like me are just scared there won't be no one to care enough. I don't wanna be alone. I don't wanna be that guy, the one who takes. I'm just scared that if I don't, there won't be nothing left for me. Won't be no one who wants to see me when I'm not on top of the world."
"Right now," I told him, "you're a long way from the top. Get under the blankets, Ty."
"You leaving?" he asked.
"No, baby," I promised. "You're not the only one who gets to take care of people. I'm pretty good at it too."
"Yeah," he breathed, "you really are."
Chapter25
Tanner smiledafter Cody when she left. The look was so real that I knew he had it bad for her. The question in my mind was if I had a chance with this guy now. Had I waited too long, letting those two hook up and figure themselves out? Or was it just that we were in public, where flirting would get either one of us a solid beatdown?
But over the next hour, I realized my fears were unfounded. Tanner laughed with me, drank soda while I tossed back shots and beers, and his eyes kept dropping when he laughed. It was subtle enough to be overlooked by most, but I'd been waiting for any hint that I had a chance.
Then Cody sent me a text to let me know Ty was smashed. She was also encouraging me to play with her boyfriend. Ok, maybe I'd kinda asked, but we were pals like that, and I was all about the sharing. Mostly because Tanner was fucking sexy. He had that good boy look that made my dick get hard, and I wanted to see if he was just horny or interested in more.
So, I got to know him. I asked about his job. I teased him about needing his "fix" of adrenaline on the weekends. Eventually, he turned that back on me and my dumbass riding skills that often left me hurting in the dirt with no score. Still, he said it like it was a compliment, and so many times, his eyes dropped to run across my body. My fucking dick was half hard - and I kinda liked it.
When the riders eventually started leaving with their conquest of the night, I made a production of telling Tanner I'd need him to drive. I also put on a bit of an act, making it clear that all those empty glasses beside me had just turned into a good excuse. The man's brow furrowed for a second, but he helped my "drunk" ass out to my truck. And yet, once I was safely in the passenger seat, I knew I could stop faking it.
"You good?" Tanner asked as he climbed behind the wheel.
"Probably over the limit to drive," I admitted, "but I spaced it out well enough. Just needed to cover our tracks. How about you?"
He smiled as he started the truck. "Well, I'm pretty sure my girlfriend is getting fucked right about now." Then his eyes jumped over to me. "But good otherwise."
"Naw," I taunted as he left the parking lot for the bar and aimed for our latest home, "that don't give me any idea of how to act. Help a guy out here?"
"Huh?"
