Good Enough (Meet Me in Montana #3) - Kelly Elliott Page 0,3

was no need to, not when we were riding the high of winning. Not to mention, it was a nice payday for both of us, so that kept the high even higher for a while.

By the time we got the horses settled and headed to the hotel, I was exhausted. But I still had enough in the tank to take a shower and pack up my bags. I knew Chance would want to leave first thing in the morning, and I was more than ready to head on out of Colorado and make our way back to Montana. The weather looked to be good for traveling, and I didn’t want to press our luck with it being mid-December and trying to drive back pulling a horse trailer. Storms could easily kick up as we drove through the Rockies, and we needed to avoid that at all costs.

A knock on my hotel room caused me to pause for a moment. I knew it wasn’t Chance, so that meant it was someone looking for a good time, which I wasn’t in the mood for.

“Shit,” I mumbled as I made my way to the door. With a towel still wrapped around my waist, I opened the door to find a brunette standing there. I’d recognized her as one of the buckle bunnies who showed up to some of the bigger events.

Her gaze moved greedily over my body. I knew what she was here for, after all. Her look should have sparked something inside me, but it did nothing. Not a damn thing.

“Figured you might want to celebrate, cowboy.” The brunette stepped forward and gave me a sexy-as-sin smile. Her fingers moved softly up my chest as she purred, “I’m all yours tonight, Tanner, and trust me when I say that I know how to ride and will definitely last for longer than eight seconds. Hell, I really like ropin’ too.” Her hand slipped around my neck before she spliced her fingers through my wet hair and gave it a gentle tug.

I had no doubt she knew how to ride. Hell, she’d probably ridden against more cowboys than I had in my time on the circuit. And a few months ago I might have ushered her into my room and let her do just that to me. But not tonight.

“I was told by your partner that you liked brunettes.”

All I could do was stare at her. It was true. I liked brunettes, I liked blondes, redheads, hell, I wasn’t prejudiced when it came to women. I loved all women, all shapes and all sizes. I also respected the hell out of them because I knew my mother would personally hunt me down and cut off my balls if she ever found out I wasn’t treating a woman right. It was part of the reason I kept the sleeping around to a minimum, even though my reputation said otherwise. I didn’t contradict it; I did like an occasional hook-up. Contrary to what everyone said, though, I wasn’t a manwhore like some of the other guys out here. Don’t get me wrong, I liked sex. A lot. But I never slept with the buckle bunnies.

Chance, on the other hand, hell, he had gone on a fucking binge after Jessica had left him. I swore he would sleep with any woman who looked at him. And as much as I really wanted to let this woman into my room, especially since I hadn’t had sex in a few months, the girl currently running her tongue over my jaw wasn’t the girl I wanted to be with. I lifted my arms and pulled her hands back as I gently pushed her away from me.

With a smile, I shook my head. “As much as I appreciate the offer, sweetheart, not tonight.”

The woman stood there with a stunned expression on her face. It wasn’t often cowboys turned down a beautiful woman, and the one standing in front of me was indeed beautiful. She looked past me into the room, probably to see if I had someone else already waiting for me. She frowned and then looked back at me. “You’re saying no?”

I nodded. “That’s right, I’m saying no.”

This had become the latest in a string of the word no I seemed to be giving women. None of them caught my attention, hadn’t since I’d been back home, truth be told, and I was beginning to wonder if something was majorly wrong with my cock since nothing got the bastard hard.