Rank

by D. R. Graham

  “Which rodeo are you entering next?” I finally asked to break the silence.

  “Falkland. How about you?”

  “I’m retired.”

  “Cole said you were going to be his manager.”

  “He’s delusional.”

  She looked as if she wanted to ask more, but she just nodded. She turned her head and stared at me for a while. “Aren’t you going to kiss me?”

  I smiled at her forwardness. “Well, if we’re going to do that, we should do it properly.” I took my hat off and placed it on the dashboard, then got out of the truck and walked around the front to the passenger side. I opened the door and held her hand to help her out. She ran her palms up my chest and hung her arms casually over my shoulders. I stepped close and leaned in to kiss her. Her full lips were soft and her mouth tasted like peppermint mixed with beer.

  After we kissed for a while, she slid her hands down and unbuttoned my shirt. Then she tugged at my belt buckle. She backed into the truck and reclined on the bench seat, smiling. “Get in here,” she said.

  “Uh.” My eyes scanned her body. I scratched my head. It only took two seconds for my hormones to decide that it wouldn’t hurt to postpone the official retirement until after one last rodeo one-night stand. “Wouldn’t you rather go to your room?”

  She shook her head and took her shirt off over her head. “We can’t. I’m rooming with Rochelle.”

  Although doing it in a truck was something I did a lot when I was younger, years of rodeoing, and at least ten serious injuries made me less flexible and less enthusiastic about doing it in cramped spaces. She looked unbelievably hot though, so I knelt in with one knee and angled my other foot on the floor to close the door behind me. She clutched the fabric of my shirt and pulled me down onto her. My back kinked and my hamstring locked up, which made me wince before I was able to readjust and lean in to kiss her. She kicked her boots off and slid her jeans down. There was a blue flying sparrow tattooed above her hip bone. I looked up to see if anyone was around. Fortunately, the windows were steamy. “Do you have a boyfriend or anything that I should know about?”

  “No. Do you have a girlfriend?”

  I leaned in and kissed her. “No, not at the present moment.”

  Her hand reached down and she tugged at my jeans to release the fly, one button at a time.

  “Are you sure you want to do this in a truck?”

  She laughed. “Stop talking and get to work.”

  I smiled and reached down to pull her thigh up. “All right. You asked for it.”

  She giggled, grabbed the back of my hair, and kissed me hard. Her back arched and she stretched her arms above her head. I kissed down her neck towards her cleavage, then ran my hand over her ribs. After kissing my way across her collarbone, I stopped to catch my breath. She opened her eyes. The expression on my face, whatever it was, made her smile before she removed her bra and moved my hand down between her legs. I ran my fingers over the silky fabric and slid her underwear down. “Sit up,” she whispered and moved to straddle my lap.

  The condoms Cole gave me were in my jeans on the floor, but she didn’t ask me to wear one, so I moved my hands and rocked her hips forward. She leaned her head over my shoulder. Her breath tickled my skin, becoming heavier and faster as she moved up and down. My left hand slid over her curves and she dug her fingers into my neck. She was going too fast, so I held her hips and slowed her down to let her feel the difference between the back and forth rise of riding a horse versus the rock and roll grind of riding a bull.

  When she got the hang of it, the expression on her face changed and her breaths turned into soft moans. She pressed her palms against my shoulders and leaned her head back. The visual of her hair cascading down her back and her chest rising made every cell in my body react. Her moans got progressively louder as I explored her body with my mouth. She bounced for a while then curled forward, tensed up, and held her breath. Her body shuddered before she let out a little whimper. After two more shudders, she exhaled and slowly rocked her hips.

  We sat there for a while just breathing heavily and I already regretted it. Eventually, I pushed her hair back to see if she felt the same way. It didn’t seem like it. She opened her eyes and slid her hands up along my jaw to pull me in close. I felt her exhale before she leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Thank you.”

  Feeling guilty, I kissed her and took one more look at her body before I moved out from under her.

  Once she was dressed, she held up her hands. “God, I’m trembling. I can still feel that everywhere.” She looked at me. “That was good — really good.”

  Without responding, I put my jeans back on and buttoned my shirt.

  “I’ve never, um, you know; I’ve never enjoyed it quite like that before. If you know what I mean,” she said.

  “Really?” Shit. That was only going to make it worse when she clued in that it wasn’t meant to be anything more than one time in a truck.

  “Do all the girls you’ve been with enjoy it like that — to that intensity?”

  “As far as I know, unless they were faking.”

  “Jesus, you can’t fake something like that.” She combed her fingers through her hair and checked her makeup in the mirror.

  I smiled, feeling a little cocky, and put my hat back on.

  “Call me.” She gave me a peck on the cheek.

  I nodded, although I had no intention of ever seeing her again, and turned the engine on so I could roll down the window to get the windshield to clear up. She hopped out of the truck and ran across the parking lot to a room on the first floor. She fumbled through her purse for the key card, then opened the door. She waved before she went inside. I pressed the defogger button. As I waited for the windows to clear, a girl came out of a second floor room and ran along the veranda to the stairs. When she reached the sidewalk, I noticed that she had strawberry coloured hair.

  “Shae-Lynn?” I shouted out the window.

  Her head spun to see who had called her name. She was crying. I left the truck engine running and got out.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.” She wiped her palms across her face. “I’m fine.”

  “You don’t look fine. What happened?”

  “Nothing. What are you doing here?”

  “Dropping someone off.”

  “Who? Tawnie?”

  I frowned and looked up at the door on the second floor that she came out of. “Is this where Blake is staying?”

  “I have to go. Lee-Anne’s going to be worried about me.”

  “I’ll drive you.”

  “No thanks.” She rushed across the parking lot headed towards the highway.

  “Shae-Lynn, get in the truck. I’m not going to let you walk along a pitch black highway.”

  She waved her arm over her head in a don’t-worry-about-me way and kept walking. I hopped in the truck and pulled out onto the highway. I drove slowly on the shoulder behind her with my head hanging out the window.

  “Leave me alone, Billy.”

  “I’m going to drive two kilometres an hour all the way back if you don’t get in the truck.”

  She kept walking. A couple cars passed and honked.

  “Uh, Shae-Lynn, I’m pretty sure it’s not all that safe for me to be driving like this.”

  “Then go,” she snapped.

  “I’m not leaving you here, so unless you want to witness me getting killed when a semi-truck rams up my ass, I suggest you get in the truck.”

  She stopped and looked up at the sky. After an eighteen-wheeler honked at us, she shook her head in exasperation, then got in the passenger side.

  “What happened?” I asked again as I shoulder checked and pulled out into the lane.

  “None of your business.”

  “Did Blake hurt you?”

  She stared out the side window for a while before she mumbled, “No.”

  “I’m going to beat the truth out of him if you don’t tell me.”

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sp; “It wasn’t that big of a deal. He wanted more from me than I felt like giving, so I left.”

  “Didn’t he offer to drive you back?”

  She didn’t answer.

  “What an asshole. I’m going to beat his ass.”

  “I didn’t give him a chance to offer to give me a ride. I just left.”

  “I didn’t see him running after you.”

  She shook her head, unimpressed. “What kind of guy expects a girl will sleep with him after one date? A girl doesn’t do that unless she is a complete slut. You know that, right?”

  I glanced at her and gripped the steering wheel, wondering if she saw right through me and already knew what I’d done with Tawnie.

  “Why would he even think I was like that?”

  “He was just hoping you were. You did go back to his room with him.”

  “So? He said we were going to watch a movie.” She glared at me and her lip curled. “You think it’s my fault.”

  “No.”

  “Is ‘let’s watch a movie’ code for ‘let’s have sex?’”

  “No, not necessarily.”

  “Do you hope that girls will be slutty enough to sleep with you after just one date?”

  I winced, positive that she had already figured it out. What the hell. If she already knew I was a dirt bag, I might as well be honest with her. “If a girl is going to offer sex on the first date, I’m not going to turn it down. But I don’t expect it.”

  “Do you ever end up liking the girls who give it away on the first date?”

  I knew what the answer was, but I didn’t say anything. My non response obviously confirmed what she already suspected. She sat back and stared out the passenger side window. We drove for a while in silence before I said, “I’ll take care of him.”

  “No.” She pointed at me in a threatening way. “I don’t want you talking to him about it.”

  “I’m not going to talk to him about it.”

  “I don’t want you fighting with him about it either.”

  I turned into the arena grounds and drove over the grass field. Most of the participants had left, so there were only a few campers and trailers speckled around.

  “I’m serious,” she said. “If you do anything, I will never speak to you again.”

  “That’s too bad, but I guess that’s the way it’s going to have to be.”

  She groaned and fought to hold back a scream. “Don’t be an asshole, Billy.”

  “Making sure Blake knows that it’s not okay to treat you like that doesn’t make me an asshole.”

  She stared at me, letting what I said sink in. Her expression fluctuated and I had trouble reading it before she said, “He didn’t do anything wrong. He was just too eager. I want to forget about it. Promise you won’t do anything.”

  “What do you care what I do to him? You weren’t even into him in the first place.”

  The crease deepened between her eyebrows. “What makes you say that?”

  “I could tell.”

  “How?”

  “I just could. Turns out Cole might actually know as much about women as he claims to.”

  She rolled her eyes to disagree. “You guys don’t know anything.”

  “So, you did like Blake?”

  “No, and I don’t want everyone knowing that I was stupid enough to go to the hotel room with him. It’s embarrassing and it makes me look bad. Please don’t make it into a big deal.” She started crying. “Promise?”

  I didn’t like seeing her cry, so I nodded.

  “Say it.”

  Although Blake needed to be set straight, the hurt tone of her voice was killing me and I wanted to make her feel better, so I gave in. “I promise.”

  Satisfied that I’d given her my word, she got out of the truck, swung the door shut, and ran over to the motorhome. There was a little red truck parked in front of our camper, which meant I had no place to sleep. I stretched out on the bench seat and spent the rest of the night thinking about Tawnie, Blake, and Shae-Lynn.

  By the morning, the only thing I had figured out was how I was going to handle things with Blake, while still keeping my promise to Shae-Lynn. The door to the camper opened at about six and Cole kissed the curly haired girl goodbye. As she got into her little red truck, I walked over to the camper.

  “Hey,” he said, still sounding half asleep. “Did you sleep in the truck?”

  “I wouldn’t call it sleeping.” I stepped inside and undressed to take a shower. “You have to drive back to Saskatoon. I’m too tired.”

  “I don’t want to go all the way home,” he whined. “Can’t we just go straight to Vancouver Island?”

  “I’m not going with you. This was a one time deal.”

  He frowned and sat at the dinette. “What happened with Tawnie?”

  I leaned on the bathroom doorframe, not intending to answer. “How well do you know Blake?”

  He shrugged. “Same as you do. Why?”

  “He tried to take advantage of Shae-Lynn and left her to walk home by herself along the highway. I had to pick her up.”

  “Is she all right?”

  “I don’t know. She wouldn’t really talk about it.”

  Cole shook his head and his fingers tightened into fists. I smiled because I knew my plan would work just fine. He glanced out the window in the direction of the Roberts’ motorhome, already plotting to defend her honour. There were a bunch of empty beer bottles on the table in front of him.

  “You know you shouldn’t drink when you’re on that medication.”

  “I didn’t,” he said as he cleared them off the table. “That chick was a lush.”

  “She drank six beers all by herself?”

  He smiled the kind of smile that made it hard to stay mad at him. I shook my head, tired of being his babysitter, then closed the bathroom door.

  “Hey, you didn’t answer the question about Tawnie,” he shouted through the door.

  I turned the water on so I couldn’t hear him.

  Chapter 5

  Cole drove for the first four hours back to Saskatoon, then we stopped for lunch. He went to the restroom in the restaurant and while I was sitting at the table waiting for the waitress, my phone rang.

  “Hey, Mom.”

  “You didn’t call yesterday. I was worried.”

  “Sorry. We’re fine. Cole didn’t win any prize money.”

  “I heard you bought a horse.”

  Shit. I had seriously forgotten about that. It hadn’t occurred to me that it was going to be hard to never see Tawnie again if she was taking care of my damn horse. I rubbed the stress in my neck, cursing the rodeo gossip grape vine that worked at the speed of light. “How’d you hear that?”

  “Doreen Roberts called yesterday. She’d been talking to Lee-Anne, so I got the whole story. What are you going to do with a horse?”

  “I don’t know. She’s fast though. I can probably resell her for a profit if she does well in the next couple competitions.”

  “Why don’t you get Shae to ride her? She’s better than that other girl.”

  It was a good idea, but she’d never go for it. “Shae-Lynn’s got Harley.”

  “How are those little Roberts girls doing?”

  “Well, they’re not so little anymore.”

  “I hope you’re keeping an eye on them around all those rowdy cowboys now that their mom’s not with them. Their dad doesn’t even know they’re touring.”

  “They’re fine.”

  “How’s your brother?”

  I looked up and saw him coming back from the restroom. “He’s right here. You can talk to him yourself. Love you.” I handed the phone to Cole as he sat down across from me at the table.

  “Hey, Ma.” He took his hat off and scratched his head as he listened to her. “Tell them to reschedule it…Why can’t they do it earlier?…I don’t care if that’s the only time the psychiatrist is available. I’m already registered for Luxton… I’ve been fine in case you hadn’t noticed…What
ever.” He sat back and slouched down. “No… It’s a waste of time…” He rolled his eyes and sat back up to lean his elbows on the table. “Listen, Mom, I know you’re just trying to help, but I’m twenty-two years old. I don’t need my mom confirming doctor’s appointments for me — especially when I’m not sick.” He shook his head while he listened. She talked for a long time then he said, “Yeah. Bye.” He hung up and handed the phone back to me. “Why’d you do that? You know I hate talking to her about that kind of stuff. Now I’m upset.” He stood, put his hat on, and left the restaurant.

  I ate by myself to give him time to cool off. Then I ordered him a clubhouse sandwich and took it back to the truck. He was sitting in the passenger seat with earphones in, so I climbed into the driver’s seat and headed towards the Saskatchewan border.

  I worked my ass off once we were back in Saskatoon — on the ranch six days a week and bartending most evenings. On the Tuesday before Cole was supposed to leave for the Luxton rodeo, he showed up at the ranch as I was coming off shift. The owner’s fifteen-year-old son wanted to get on the circuit, so Cole and a couple other local riders were allowed to ride the rough stock whenever they wanted in exchange for giving the kid a few pointers.

  “You want me to go with you to that hospital meeting tomorrow?” I asked.

  He reached over the side of the truck bed to grab his bull rope. “Nope. I’m not going.”

  “Why not? Just tell them you’re doing fine and be done with it.”

  “Mind your business, Billy.”

  “Mind your business, asshole.” I turned to walk to my truck.

  “We’re practicing on Wide Load today.” His tone changed the way it always did when he wanted something from me. “You want to stay and coach?”

  “No.”

  “Come on, you’re the only one who has ever ridden him.”

  “I’m retired.”

  “If you get on a bull I’ll go to the meeting tomorrow.”

  I shook my head, not interested in his manipulation, and kept walking. “I have to get to the bar.”

  The Palomino was already busy when I got to work. The owner was helping the servers, so I picked up the slack. At about ten o’clock, a girl leaned her elbows onto the bar and squeezed her arms to accentuate her cleavage. It caught my attention. When I looked up at her face, I realized I knew her. Although she and Lee-Anne were best friends because they spent so much time on the road with each other, I’d technically known Rochelle for longer. We’d been in the same class every year since kindergarten. She never liked me all that much. “Hey, Rochelle. That is a very nice top you’re wearing.”