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My laugh was tight. “With how turned on I am, slow and long might kill me.”
Instantly, she tightened her grip and shuttled her hand over my cock in a slick, fast grip—up and down, up and down—all the time I was watching. She stroked faster and faster, working me into a frenzy, the almost obscene skin-on-skin slapping sound of her hand on my dick filling the room.
Twisting my head, I kissed her as my balls pulled tight and high by the ache of my arousal, and my heartbeat slammed out of my chest.
Up and down, up and down, up and down,upanddown.
The orgasm ripped through me as my cum shot over her hand, going off in spurt after hot spurt, covering her hand with it. My head was swimming and my blood humming, and even while pleasure stained under my skin, I watched her wipe her hand onto the sheets.
If she had licked her fingers…God only knew what I would have done.
With my blood calming, I turned to her, “Rayna, do you like it when a man has his hands all over you? Is it hard sex, kinky stuff, some bondage? What gets your motor running?”
Her face pinked. “A few of those…with some boundaries, yes.”
I tucked myself back into my boxers and checked the time; it was almost ten. “I’ll call for breakfast before we shower, and while we eat, you can tell me all about it.”
* * *
Three hours later, I was back on the ranch, striding to where Ben and the others were fixing the roof that had mysteriously become unscrewed. Half the roof’s broken shingles were on the grassy ground, the beams on another pile.
Ben came to meet me. “We found out what happened.” He flipped an elbow bracket in his hand. “The brackets holding the beams were the ones with the nails pulled out, but I can’t get behind how none of our cameras caught the doggone perpetrators.”
My jaw stiffened. “If these were kids, we would have caught something. Kids are sloppy. They don’t notice or care about where cameras are positioned.”
“So…” Micah paused to dust his hand off his jeans. Squinting, he looked at me. “You think this was planned, a set-up? Someone sent some cat burglars to mess with our shit?”
My mind landed on Brandon, but I brushed it off. West would not lower himself to do something this childish…but the asshole was pretty petty.
And rich.I reminded myself.Rich enough to have employed any number of thieves and bums to do his dirty work. But why go through all this trouble to remove nails? Did he plant something in here?
“Maybe, but make sure you search the whole shed,” I ordered. “Make sure that the only things that are here are the thingsweleft here.”
Dusty’s head poked up, and he whistled in disbelief. “You think someone dropped some drugs in here?”
“I don’t know, but I just want to cover all my bases,” I replied. “We don’t need anything here that will go out and mess up our business with Twisting Twines Ranch. They are the biggest client we’ve ever had, and I’ve heard the owner is cautious with whom they deal with.”
As I backed away, Ben moved closer and dropped his head. “Are you thinking it was…him?”
I held back an urge to twist my head toward West’s ranch. “I don’t know, but I wouldn’t pass it by him. West is a pompous asshat who thinks everyone must pander to him and that no one without a rich family and blue blood is worthy of existence.”
Ben nodded, then scratched at his graying chin. “So, how are things with your lady friend?”
“Very well,” I replied, unwilling and unable to keep anything from Ben. “Rayna is a very special woman.”
I stood there, waiting and watching for the men to sift through the rubble and account for every piece of equipment we had in there. The sun was beating down, but I did not move one inch until I knew nothing illegal was in my shed.
Little by little, they had the brackets back up, and the beams with shingles attached in place, and to my comfort, nothing illegal was hidden among my tools. My teeth ground. If this had been West, he made my men waste hours of their time when we could have been doing something fruitful.
But why? What for? To annoy me? Is he a grown man or a ten-year-old? Should I be expecting eggs on my windows and doors next time?
“It’s all clear, boss,” Dusty came to us. “Everything checks out.”
With an aggravated nod to Dusty and a huff under my breath, I headed to my house and entered my office, only to slump into my chair and increase the AC. Even though I had no proof—and while my ranch had suffered a few things from kids a couple of years ago—I felt in my gut that West was behind this. I didn’t know why and could not confront him without any proof.
All I could do was swallow the burn and move on. I would not let this slip by now. I could only keep my eyes peeled for whatever more antics West had up his sleeve.
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