Redneck Romeo (Rough Riders #15)(69)

“Not happening when I’m behind the wheel in a moving vehicle, bud.”


“But I wouldn’t want you stripping for anyone but me. No other man gets to see you nekkid. Ever. So no stripping.”


“Shoot. Now my lap dancing skills will go to waste.”


Dalton made that growling noise. “Where the f*ck did you learn to lap dance?”


Not going there. “Did one of the strippers treat you to a lap dance tonight?”


He shook his head. “One tried, but when I told her I wasn’t interested, she moved on to the next victim.” He hiccupped. “Jesus, my head is spinning like a f*cking washin’ machine.”


Rory snickered. “Maybe you shouldn’t have been drinking so much.”


“I didn’t mean to. Know what sucks?”


“The shitty way you’re gonna feel in the morning?” she said sweetly.


“That too. What sucks is that I don’t do this kinda shit anymore. And by getting hammered in the most popular bar in town, everyone still thinks I’m the same drinkin’ and fightin’ and f*ckin’ around guy. But I’m not that guy anymore. And I didn’t like that guy very much. So why the f*ck did he show up tonight?”


“You sure that old Dalton was there tonight?”


He looked confused. “Huh?”


“Did you get into a bar fight?”


“Ah, no, I don’t think so.”


“Were you f*cking around with women including magical leprechauns?”


“No. Fuck no. I’d never cheat on you, Rory. Never f*cking ever. Been waiting a long goddamned time to have you. Now that you’re mine, not gonna screw this up this time. I swear.”


Not a combative drunk. A sweet drunk. And another sure sign he’d changed. Her inner romantic did a pirouette and blew her a kiss before yelling told ya so, beyotch. She sighed. “What sucks for me is you won’t remember this conversation.”


“The f*ck I won’t… Oh, hell. Stop the car.”


Rory hit the brakes and pulled over.


“Gonna be sick. Shit.” Dalton barely flung open the door before he started retching.


Awesome.


But at least he hadn’t thrown up in the car.


Like you did that night with him.


Even more awesome to be reminded of that.


She considered turning up the radio so she didn’t have to listen to him hurling, but she toughed up. He kept yakking.


Finally he swiveled back around, nestled his head in the headrest and slammed the door. “Sorry.”


“You want to sit here a minute?”


“No. Pretty sure there’s nothin’ left since I threw up my stomach lining along with everything in it.”


Rory shuddered. “No color commentary necessary.”


“Sorry.”


They were close to his place and she got him inside without much trouble.


He flopped on the bed in his room. Coat on, boots on, clothes on. Rory grabbed his wrist and pulled him upright. She lightly tapped his cheeks to get his attention. “Hey. Dalton. Gotta get your clothes off before you pass out.”


Although his eyes were closed, he smiled. “I love that you always wanna take my clothes off.”


“You have a bangin’ body, McKay.” First she peeled off his long black duster and he was zero help with that. Then she yanked off his left boot and then his right. She pulled the snaps on his shirt until it hung open. She couldn’t help but run her palms down his pectorals. Warm. Firm. Rough. “Yes, you surely do have a bangin’ body,” she murmured. Her hands moved down his torso. She needed to undo his belt, but her fingers had another plan as they trailed across his ridged abdomen.


“I hold my breath when you touch me.”


“Why?”


“Because I never want you to stop.”


“Crazy man. If you don’t breathe you’ll pass out and not be able to feel anything anyway.”


“The voice of reason.”


“I’m not exactly the romantic type, Dalton.” Rory unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans and pushed him back on the bed so she could strip him to his boxers.


“I am,” he said softly.


“What?”


“The romantic type.”


“I know.”


“I don’t show you very often, do I?”


“I don’t expect it.”


“You should. You deserve it. Especially from me.” He sighed. “Thank you for picking up my drunken ass.”


“You’re welcome.”


“Will you stay with me tonight?”


Yes. Then I’ll get you hard, get myself off and leave you with your boxers around your ankles wondering what happened when you wake up alone tomorrow morning.


But she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t even say she’d stay and then just sneak out, which would be equally shitty.


Gazing into those vivid blue eyes, she brushed his hair from his cheek. “I’ll stay.”