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It’s as if we’re on a constant vigil, and hell if I’m not expecting Rusty to come careening down the driveway at any moment to report another complaint. Even worse, I’m fearful of being served my notice that we are officially beginning the foreclosure process. Neither the complaints nor being served would look good to Pete.
And I really need this to look good to Pete.
Steely agreeing to a long-term contract would give me a steady income for the next few years. It would mean I’d be willing to possibly sell a few more things off if I knew I had some guaranteed income coming down the pipeline.
It would mean I would be able to keep this ranch, my house . . . this life I fell into and wasn’t sure I wanted but now don’t want to walk away from.
“Right?” Cory asks.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” I ask, hating that I wasn’t paying attention.
“That all of this is looking rather positive.”
“It is. Yes. It’s just . . .”
“A lot.” He shrugs unapologetically. “We can be a little overwhelming. The boys and I don’t get out much, so fresh scenery to look at, some new bars to frequent, and some new horses to mate . . . hell, it’s like we’re kids in a candy store.”
“Be my guest.” I laugh and shake my head. “Enjoy yourselves while you’re here.” I take a few steps back and casually check the area to make sure no one is close by. “You mentioned you know Jack. Do you guys go way back?”
He snorts. “It seems like everyone goes way back with Jack but no one can really remember from where.” He tosses the eraser he’s holding onto the table and perches on the edge of a stool. “That’s just Jack. He knows everyone and can convince anyone to believe what he needs them to in order to get the job done.” He points to the board. “Case in point, us being here instead of at Hickman Ranch where we’ve done business for the past ten years.”
“Lucky for me,” I murmur. “I’m going to go check on a few things.”
“You know where I’ll be,” he says with a wink.
Striding out of the stable with Gracie on my heels, I head toward the main house to grab the vet records that Pete asked for earlier. I cut through the mares’ stables and bite back a yelp when a hand closes over my mouth and I’m pulled back into an empty stall.
Just as quickly as the stall door is kicked shut behind us, Jack has me spun around and his lips are on mine. They brand me with a desperation I feel so deep in my bones that all I can think of is how damn much I’ve missed him. Missed this.
The heat of his body and the strength humming beneath it. The taste of his kiss and the scrape of his goatee.
“Tate.” My name is a long, drawn-out groan between kisses as his hand kneads my breast through my shirt while my hand cups his cock through his denim. “Do you have any idea how fucking badly I’ve missed you?” He might as well have growled the words with all the grit and heat they carry. “Do you know how hard I am every goddamn night needing you?”
A nip on my lips. A tug on the button of my pants. The grunt as he slips his fingers inside my waistband and slides them between my lips to find me wet.
And, hell, he hasn’t done more than kiss me, but it’s all I need. Jack Sutton has reduced me to a woman who becomes wet on command. Whose body reacts at the thought of him.
“Fuck, you’re sexy.”
His lips swallow my gasp as our bodies collide into the wall at my back, his fingers moving, my body thrumming. His teeth scrape over my collarbone at the same time he plunges his fingers inside me before sliding out to coat my clit. He repeats the motion over and over until my body is strung so goddamn tight that I feel a grenade detonating when the orgasm slams into me.
“Come for me, Tate,” he commands not knowing it doesn’t matter if he says it or not, because there is no stopping this.
My knees buckle. My hips buck into his hand as his other covers my mouth to muffle my moan that sounds like sex personified.
There’s something about the moment and the desire that’s too prevalent in his eyes, that makes repaying the debt all I can think about. All I can focus on is how I want to taste him. How I want to pleasure him.
When I drop to my knees, his groan fills the stall, and I haven’t even touched him yet. But within seconds, his cock fills my mouth. Our eyes meet, gray to brown, as his face pulls tight with pleasure. Moments after that, his hand holds the back of my head as he slides all the way to the back of my throat. He keeps it there as long as I can hold it before gagging slightly on him.
The taste of his precum hits my tongue when I back off it. His fingers tighten in my hair, his restraint hanging by a thread.
“You seen Sutton?” someone asks right outside the stall, and I freeze in shock, stopping my own muffled gasp before it can escape around the suction I have on his cock.
But Jack doesn’t let me move. His cock is thick and heavy in my mouth as a full-on conversation is being held outside of where we are.
“I thought he was in here somewhere,” Will says.
He doesn’t release the hold he has on my head.
