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“I know I should take that job,” Finn said as he opened his eyes and fixed his gaze on Rhys. God, he really was beautiful and lust slammed through Rhys at the sight of those soft lips parting slightly as Finn spoke. Rhys couldn’t stop himself from shifting so that his body lined up with Finn’s, one arm still preventing Finn from escaping. He heard Finn suck in some air as Rhys let his erection brush up against Finn before putting just the tiniest amount of space between them.
“But you don’t want to leave Callan,” Rhys whispered as he skimmed his free hand over Finn’s mouth. His lips felt like silk beneath his fingers and he really wanted to taste them. “You’re in love with him.”
Finn stiffened at Rhys’ observation and tried to escape, but Rhys easily subdued him by pinning him with his body. The man instantly stopped struggling when he felt Rhys’ dick pressed up against his own. It bothered Rhys that he was lusting after a guy who wanted someone else, but it wasn’t like he was looking for wedding bells or even something beyond a couple of good, hard fucks. “Aren’t you?” Rhys asked, wanting to hear the kid admit it.
“He’s straight,” Finn finally said.
Ouch. Poor kid. Out in a town filled with people that hated him for who he was and in love with a straight man on top of that. He was beginning to agree that Finn should cut his losses and get out of this place.
“But you’re still in love with him.” Rhys dragged his thumb back and forth over Finn’s lower lip, then let out a harsh breath when Finn suddenly bit down gently on his finger and held it there as he stroked his tongue over the tip.
Rhys rubbed his cock against Finn’s stiffening length for several long seconds and then nearly came when Finn pulled his finger into his mouth and sucked hard.
“Fuck,” Rhys whispered as he dragged his finger free, fully prepared to replace it with his lips.
“Finn!”
Rhys pulled away from Finn who went pale at the sound of Callan’s voice. They both turned to see the angry man standing just inside the doorway to the barn, his furious gaze pinning Finn. “Get the horses in.”
Finn flushed and quickly disappeared from the stall and hurried out the back door.
“Mr. Tellar, come with me.”
Rhys bristled at the order, but followed the man outside. They stopped near the pickup truck Finn had been driving earlier.
“Frank Pettit is a friend of mine, so when he asked me for a favor, I had no problem saying yes because I trust his judgement implicitly. But I won’t hesitate to send your ass back to Chicago if you lay even one hand on Finn!”
So the guy could have given him a dozen different ultimatums for what would cause him to lose this job and he chose Finn? Interesting. Maybe he was more interested in the younger man then he let on.
“Sounds like Finn doesn’t have a lot of options in this town,” Rhys said casually.
“He doesn’t have anygoodoptions, Mr. Tellar. And I definitely don’t consider an ex-con who beat a cop half to death a good option for him.”
Rhys bristled at that and fought the urge to take a swing at the other man. “You don’t know shit about me,” he managed to get out.
“And I don’t need to. I told Frank I’d give you a chance. One chance. My guess is you won’t even get through the week before you blow it,” Callan said coldly.
“Fuck you.”
Callan smirked as if Rhys’ defensive words were more proof that he was right. “There’s a room in the back of the barn. You’ll be sleeping there instead of the staff quarters.”
Callan started walking away. “You saw us, right, Mr. Bale?” When Callan stopped walking but didn’t turn, Rhys said, “You saw what he was doing with his mouth?”
Rhys smiled in satisfaction when Callan stiffened. Maybe not as straight as Finn seemed to think. The thought was both disturbing and intriguing. “If he sucks dick the way he was sucking on my finger-”
Before he could finish his statement, Callan had him slammed back against the truck hard enough to rattle Rhys’ teeth.
“Pack your shit and get the fuck out!”
“He’s an adult-”
“He’s nineteen, you asshole!”
That stopped Rhys short. “He said he worked here for six years.”
“His father was the foreman here. Finn started helping out before and after school when he was thirteen years old!” Callan bellowed.
Rhys used his strength to push back against Callan, a move the other man clearly hadn’t expected because they both froze when Rhys’ erection brushed against the tell-tale hardness behind Callan’s jeans. Rhys could have dismissed the hard-on if it wasn’t for the raw need he saw in the other man’s eyes. And in an instant the same lust that had him burning for Finn was back and focused on this man.
