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Cash turned the box and saw the open flap. “Someone already did.” Nick knew the moment Cash smelled the leather because he laughed. “You didn’t.”
“I did.”
Cash pulled out a pair of black Italian leather driving gloves. “These smell so good.”
“They’ll smell even better on you.” The spark of desire he’d felt earlier during their text exchange returned. Nick wasn’t sure if he’d achieve arousal, but he wanted to try. “Put them on.”
Cash held his gaze for a few moments before he pulled one of them on and secured it around his wrist. He flexed his fist and watched the movement beneath the leather. “Fits like a…”
“Glove?” Nick asked.
Cash smiled and lifted his face for another kiss. “Thank you. I love them, and I love you.” He inhaled sharply and closed his eyes briefly.
Nick straddled his lap. “Not a dream. I’m still here.” He kissed Cash, taking his time to tease his lips apart before sliding his tongue against Cash’s. Nick forgot about dilemmas, food, or anything except for the way his man made him feel. When Cash grazed a gloved hand over Nick’s semi erection, he realized he was feeling all kinds of ways. Cash tugged his pants and underwear down to midthigh and stroked him until Nick was hard enough to hurt.
Cash retrieved a bottle of lube from a desk drawer and smiled sheepishly. “I believe in being prepared for when situations arise.” Cash licked a path along Nick’s cock, swirled his tongue around his swollen head, and lapped up the precum beading there. “And, baby, you have risen.” Cash scooted his chair back and reached for the second glove. “Time for a test drive.” Nick couldn’t tear his gaze away from the sexy way Cash pulled the second glove on. “Get my dick out, then turn around and prep yourself for me. I don’t want to get lube all over my new gloves.”
Nick freed Cash’s erection from his pants and nearly tripped over his own two feet when complying with the second part of his orders. Cash stood so close Nick could feel his body heat rolling off him.
“Work it open for me, baby. Two fingers. Deep as you can go.” Cash bent Nick deeper at the waist, then massaged his ass with both hands.
“I’m ready,” Nick said between panted breaths.
“Fuck yourself a little harder. Add a third finger.”
Once satisfied, Cash drizzled extra lube over Nick’s ass, lined up, and pushed home. Nick whined loudly, and Cash covered his mouth with a gloved hand to muffle the sound as he brought them to a fast, hard release. Afterward, Cash pulled out some wet wipes from the same drawer so they could clean up.
“Don’t suppose you hid a meatloaf sandwich in there?” Nick asked, not bothering to cover his nudity. Hell, he debated a nap on the office sofa while Cash worked.
“No.” Cash turned around to reveal a hidden panel in his credenza, and behind it was a mini refrigerator. “But I have one in here for you.”
Nick shamelessly ate the sandwich while sitting on Cash’s desk with his pants half off and his heart in his eyes.
“I can’t believe how excited I am to help you pull off Nick’s surprise,” Finley told Cash. “He really doesn’t know?”
“Nope. I didn’t even acknowledge his comments when he mentioned goats twice in one week.”
They’d been spending the warm, late-summer evenings on the ranch, which included a lot of time with the horses. Nick had told Cash his grandparents raised goats on their farm in Oklahoma. A few days later, Cash overheard Nick telling Dolly the horse that she could use an ornery goat to keep her on her toes.
“There’s already a Dolly, Loretta, and Patsy on this ranch. We need goats named Reba and Martina—little but feisty,” Nick had told her.
Cash pretended not to hear as he visited with Kieran’s feisty girl, Nellie. He’d put the plan into motion but figured he’d have to wait until Nick was at physical therapy to sneak the goats onto the ranch. As luck would have it, Charles had a nearby campaign stop late Saturday morning and wanted to see his sons. It had been quite the feat to revamp the empty horse stalls into goat condos on short notice, but Finley was an excellent co-conspirator. He’d done a great job preparing a cozy space for the ranch’s newest additions. Harry and Ivan were also in on the surprise, and the two of them started plotting new commercial ventures with the goats.
“Their milk is a lucrative business,” Ivan had said.
Harry had nodded vigorously. “From cheese to skin care products.”
Cash had left the room when they’d started guessing the names Hope would assign to a skincare line made from goat’s milk. Maybe they’d expand to milking goats someday, but Cash had purchased four female Pygmy goats from a rescue organization for Nick to cuddle and love. Cash and Finley took advantage of Rory and Nick’s absence to pick up the cuties and set up the surprise. Their first stop was the feed store in Last Chance Creek. Fin pulled the truck and trailer into the parking lot and drove to the rear of the building to a pickup bay. Since he’d phoned in the order, it didn’t take them long to unload the goats’ food and bedding. Fin drove back toward the front of the store and pulled over to the side.
“I want to spread out some of that bedding in the horse trailer so the goats will be comfortable and won’t slip around on the metal floor,” Fin said.
Cash exited the truck to help, but his attention got diverted when he heard raised voices near the store. There were several men talking at once, so he couldn’t make out their individual words, but he heard the pleading, “Leave me alone” that followed. Cash recognized the voice but didn’t immediately know from where until Fin swore.
“Keegan is in trouble,” Fin said.
Cash rounded the side of the truck and saw that three men had backed Finley’s ex-boyfriend against the front of the building. Fin had brought the guy to the ranch a few times when they dated because Keegan wasn’t out to his family. The young guy had been confused about his sexual orientation and turned to his mother’s spiritual adviser for guidance. Unfortunately for Keegan, that had turned out to be Samuel Jeremiah. Keegan had cut off things with Finley and joined Salvation Anew. The young man wore the simple style of clothes their congregation chose, which made him stick out like a sore thumb and slapped a bullseye on his back.
Fin took a step toward the feed store, but Cash held up a hand to stop him. “I’ll handle this. You take care of the bedding.” Fin held his gaze for a moment before nodding.
