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“I didn’t, but I do now.”
Sol chuckled. “I’ll be there primarily to do demonstrations. I do a lot of those at the club—the one Toby used to run in San Francisco.” Sol’s eyes sparkled. “Why don’t you come along? You might learn something.”
“Thanks, but I don’t think the boss would be happy about that. I work here, remember?”
And he wasn’t sure which made his stomach quiver—the thought of guys getting tied up and fucked, or that it was Sol doing the tying up and fucking.
“Yeah, good point. But back to your question. Condoms work for me.”
Butch cleared his throat. “I guess I’d better get back to the bunkhouse. There were already comments before I left.”
Sol’s warm smile was such a lift. “You feel better now though.”
Butch laughed. “No, I feel amazing. Thank you.” And he had it all to look forward to again.
A suspicion took root, and he frowned.
“This coming week… It’s not gonna be like last week, is it? You know, with all the messages?”
Sol’s grin was pure evil. “You’ll just have to wait and see. And don’t give me that. You liked them.” He hung up.
Talk about getting the last word in.
Except Sol was right—he did. Already that same frisson of anticipation and desire was starting to trickle through him, although it did leave him a little perplexed.
What does it say about me that Sol can tell me what to do, and I not only do as I’m told, but I enjoy it?
He knew what it said, all right. He just didn’t want to admit it yet.
Chapter 40
Saturday, September 24
The last of the guests were on their way home, and a buzz of excitement permeated the bunkhouse. No shocker there—this was virgin territory for everyone.
Butch had a totally different kinda buzz going on.
Sol’s coming.
And that meant Butch would be too, pun most definitely intended.
Yet another week of abstinence, but it had felt… different. He’d been surprised by how much he’d enjoyed the anticipation. And Sol had nailed it—he’d been horny as fuck all week, but rather than frustrate him, it only made him focus on what was coming right at him.
Sol’s texts? Now, theydidfrustrate him, but they also turned him on and filtered into his dreams. By the time he’d awoken Saturday morning, the idea of shooting his load consumed his thoughts, but coupled with that was the knowledge that if his recent experience was anything to go by, it was going to beawesome.
What sent warmth radiating through him was the thought that Sol would be there when he did.
First order of business was a meeting around the bunkhouse table with Teague, and all the hands were there, except for Kyle.
“Feels sorta weird,” Zeeb confessed. “I mean, not havin’ guests in here.”
“That’s why I’m here,” Teague told him. “I need to talk to all of you before the first guests arrive.” He glanced at Butch. “You’re off duty today as far as picking up guests goes. Toby’s doing that.”
“Okay.” The news crushed him a little. He’d been looking forward to seeing Sol’s face when Butch pulled up at the hotel in Bozeman.
Guess I’ll have to catch him later.
“So what are we doing this week?” Paul demanded.
