smartest if the two single guys roomed together. That had sure been the right call. There’s no way Garret would have lain there quietly in the dark all alone while Aaron got busy in the next bed.
The table was packed with riders, both veterans and the younger guys Skeeter hung out with. Slade, Mustang, Chase, Garret—yup, every one of them had watched him fail tonight. Skeeter should have just gone to sleep.
“I was wondering where you two were.” Chase stood and eyed the empty couple of chairs at a table set for four that only had two people at it. “These taken?”
The guy shook his head. “Nope. All yours.”
“Thanks.” Chase shoved the chairs toward their table.
Aaron grabbed one and grinned. “We were uh, entertaining a couple of ladies in our room for a while. But I got hungry.”
Chase and Garret grinned right along with him, while Skeeter felt his face flush.
“Yup. I remember those days.” Slade smiled and shook his head.
Mustang let out a snort. “I remember them too. That’s something you used to do. Finish with ’em, kick ’em out and then go get food.”
Slade rolled his eyes. “Whatever you say. Don’t matter anymore anyway. Those days are long gone for the rest of us.” Slade tipped his head to indicate the four taken men at the table.
“That they are.” Mustang nodded. “But good to see we’ve passed the torch to these two.”
“Skeeter and I will gladly accept that torch and carry it proudly.” Aaron grinned.
Aaron had been right when he’d said talk about women was the norm with these guys. It had never bothered Skeeter until now, when he was the subject of the talk. “Come on, Aaron. It wasn’t like that.”
“You wanna explain how it was then?” Aaron’s brows rose as he shot Skeeter a look. It was a look that said it was best to let this topic of conversation go and move on. Skeeter couldn’t agree more.
The only thing worse than having Aaron know about his lack of experience would be for these guys to know it too. Skeeter planted his ass in the chair. “No.”
“So, what did y’all eat? What’s good?” Aaron asked. “I’m starving.”
Garret let out a snort. “No surprise. Sex’ll work up an appetite in a man.”
“Ain’t that the truth.” Aaron laughed.
“The fries here are kick ass.” Chase reached for one of the few fries remaining on the platter in the middle of the table.
More than happy to have the subject move to food rather than sex, which was all Aaron seemed to have on the brain lately, Skeeter pulled his chair closer to the table. He reached out and grabbed the menu stuck between the ketchup and the salt and pepper shakers. “Sounds good to me. I could go for some fries. Or maybe some chili cheese fries.”
Slade groaned. “Go for it, kid. You’re still young, but gone are the days I can eat chili right before bed. I’d be up popping antacids like candy all night long.”
Mustang let out a laugh. “That’s funny, because Riley was just in here picking up exactly that. Chili and antacids for the drive home with Butch.”
Riley’s name caught Skeeter’s attention. He flashed back to Riley and how sweet though humiliating it had been that she’d come back to talk to him tonight.
The talk turned to bulls, Butch’s bulls in particular, which kept thoughts of Riley in the forefront of Skeeter’s mind. He wouldn’t be seeing her on this circuit for a while, if ever, but she had given him her number and said he should text.
Had she meant it? More importantly, did he really want her seeing him, probably still riding like crap if the last nine outs were any indication, while down in the touring pros after he’d been in the big leagues? He’d have to decide later if he’d text her or not.
Maybe things would look brighter in the morning. He could hope. Skeeter drew in a big breath and let it out in a sigh.
Mustang didn’t miss the action. His gaze zeroed in on Skeeter. “I know how you’re feeling.”
“You’ve
The table was packed with riders, both veterans and the younger guys Skeeter hung out with. Slade, Mustang, Chase, Garret—yup, every one of them had watched him fail tonight. Skeeter should have just gone to sleep.
“I was wondering where you two were.” Chase stood and eyed the empty couple of chairs at a table set for four that only had two people at it. “These taken?”
The guy shook his head. “Nope. All yours.”
“Thanks.” Chase shoved the chairs toward their table.
Aaron grabbed one and grinned. “We were uh, entertaining a couple of ladies in our room for a while. But I got hungry.”
Chase and Garret grinned right along with him, while Skeeter felt his face flush.
“Yup. I remember those days.” Slade smiled and shook his head.
Mustang let out a snort. “I remember them too. That’s something you used to do. Finish with ’em, kick ’em out and then go get food.”
Slade rolled his eyes. “Whatever you say. Don’t matter anymore anyway. Those days are long gone for the rest of us.” Slade tipped his head to indicate the four taken men at the table.
“That they are.” Mustang nodded. “But good to see we’ve passed the torch to these two.”
“Skeeter and I will gladly accept that torch and carry it proudly.” Aaron grinned.
Aaron had been right when he’d said talk about women was the norm with these guys. It had never bothered Skeeter until now, when he was the subject of the talk. “Come on, Aaron. It wasn’t like that.”
“You wanna explain how it was then?” Aaron’s brows rose as he shot Skeeter a look. It was a look that said it was best to let this topic of conversation go and move on. Skeeter couldn’t agree more.
The only thing worse than having Aaron know about his lack of experience would be for these guys to know it too. Skeeter planted his ass in the chair. “No.”
“So, what did y’all eat? What’s good?” Aaron asked. “I’m starving.”
Garret let out a snort. “No surprise. Sex’ll work up an appetite in a man.”
“Ain’t that the truth.” Aaron laughed.
“The fries here are kick ass.” Chase reached for one of the few fries remaining on the platter in the middle of the table.
More than happy to have the subject move to food rather than sex, which was all Aaron seemed to have on the brain lately, Skeeter pulled his chair closer to the table. He reached out and grabbed the menu stuck between the ketchup and the salt and pepper shakers. “Sounds good to me. I could go for some fries. Or maybe some chili cheese fries.”
Slade groaned. “Go for it, kid. You’re still young, but gone are the days I can eat chili right before bed. I’d be up popping antacids like candy all night long.”
Mustang let out a laugh. “That’s funny, because Riley was just in here picking up exactly that. Chili and antacids for the drive home with Butch.”
Riley’s name caught Skeeter’s attention. He flashed back to Riley and how sweet though humiliating it had been that she’d come back to talk to him tonight.
The talk turned to bulls, Butch’s bulls in particular, which kept thoughts of Riley in the forefront of Skeeter’s mind. He wouldn’t be seeing her on this circuit for a while, if ever, but she had given him her number and said he should text.
Had she meant it? More importantly, did he really want her seeing him, probably still riding like crap if the last nine outs were any indication, while down in the touring pros after he’d been in the big leagues? He’d have to decide later if he’d text her or not.
Maybe things would look brighter in the morning. He could hope. Skeeter drew in a big breath and let it out in a sigh.
Mustang didn’t miss the action. His gaze zeroed in on Skeeter. “I know how you’re feeling.”
“You’ve
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