Page 35 of Stables Spurs Suits
I laugh.
“He’s really good. If we can get him to stop playing dead, he could put on a good show for the guests.”
“That would be an achievement. I’d settle for the first part.”
“I could try to work with him on it if you like. You’ve got so many other things you have to manage. I wouldn’t mind. Once the trail is done, I’ll be looking for more to do around here anyway. It’s not like Connor has a lot of time to do it.”
“He’s never really been a needy guy.”
“Yeah, I noticed. I think that’s part of the reason the board didn’t trust him and sent me out here to begin with.”
“What do you mean?” he asks, sitting back on his heels, his hands lying flat against my thighs, and my cock gives a small pulse at the sight.
“You know, the reason they sent me here. To spy on Connor. He told you all that, didn’t he?”
“No,” Atlas replies, his jaw tightening.
“I didn’t do it. I told Connor almost right away why they sent me. He’s a good guy. I could tell that from the start. He cares about this place and all the other ranches he’s now the owner of.”
“You told himalmostright away?”
I sigh.
“I agreed to come here to be their spy, thinking it might give me a leg up, you know, when they managed to force him out. Then I met him and Dean, and I saw what this place was, and I suddenly saw what this company could be with him in control. I decided then and there that I wanted to be a part of keeping him in that seat, not getting him out of it.”
“From what I saw yesterday, you’re pretty good at your job,” he says, his hands sliding slowly up my thighs. I’m not even sure he knows that he’s doing it, but the further up his fingers glide, the thicker my cock grows.
“Thanks. I was just doing what I could, you know, to help.”
“You did more than that. Your quick thinking saved that ranch from ruin. The number of animals alone has to give you a red-carpet welcome when you… you know… take that last ride in life.”
“You mean when I die?” I ask with a laugh.
“Yeah. I wasn’t sure where you stood on the whole afterlife, what comes next thing.”
I sit taller, bringing him close enough to envelop me in his delicious scent once more.
“I think I’m starting to see that there are places right here on earth I’d like to explore more before I take that ride.”
He grins at my use of his analogy, and his fingers press firmer against the denim of my pants.
“So, did you have any aftereffects from the other night?” he asks, biting the lower corner of his lip a little as he waits for my reply.
“You mean after being out here with you naked?” I ask, and he nods.
“Actually, yeah, I did.”
“Like what?”
“Well, for one, clothes feel extra weighty now.”
“They do?” he asks, and he takes my right sleeve and slides it the rest of the way off over my wrist. “Is that better?”
“A little,” I reply, and he turns his attention to the left sleeve, removing it next.
“Now?”
“Getting better,” I say, and his fingertips skim over the soft hairs of my forearms and then over my stomach to my fly.
