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“I just saw him come in here.”
He doesn’t move his hips back so I can let him fall out of my mouth.
“Yeah. I think he was grabbing something for Tate,” Will says, their feet shuffling over the concrete floors.
He pushes a little deeper, and his thighs tense beneath my hands.
“Tate. Mmm. She isn’t a hardship to look at,” the other guy says as their feet stop.
Then he slowly slides back out until just the tip of him is in my mouth before starting the process all over again.
“C’mon,” Will says, not responding to the other guy’s comment. “He’s probably over with Ruby.”
As their footsteps fade, Jack begins moving a little faster, a little harder, until his controlled groans fill the stable.
Until the hot spurt of his cum shoots down the back of my throat.
“Jesus Christ, Tate,” he murmurs when he looks down at me, hand beneath my chin tilting my face up to his. He leans over and presses a kiss squarely on my lips. “Next time, it’s you who gets to be tasted.”
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JACK
“Pick up, old man,” I mutter as the phone rings for the fourth time.
“You’ve reached Evan with Sutton Ranch. I’m out steering cattle. Call you back later.” The beep follows after his voice.
“Hey, Evan. Just checking to see how everything is going with the ranch . . . and with Lauren. Last night, I had to beg her to call her sponsor. She was upset and frantic and I talked her off the ledge, but I wanted to see if you could check on her for me. I’m sorry I keep asking. I know it isn’t your problem, but I’m still buttoning up the stuff I needed to do here. I’ll be back before the season starts. You have my word.”
I end the call and
sink back into my bunk. The cigar smoke swirls outside my room. The ballgame on the television drones on. The outbursts from the guys winning a hand in the poker game they’ve got going come sporadically.
Shit, if I’m not exhausted.
Twelve days of all-out with these fuckers.
Twelve days of sneaking moments with Tate.
Twelve days of realizing I lied to Lauren. I am falling for Tate—hell, I might have already fallen for her.
There isn’t a single thing I can do to fix this or save it.
Not one.
The only thing I can do is figure out how to walk away and leave the smallest ripple possible.
I’ve been lying to Tate since day one.
Fucking lying, and I know it’s something she won’t forgive.
“Christ,” I groan, push up from the bunk, and slam my way out of the room.
“Shit. We woke the sleeping bear,” Cory says with a slurred laugh and Pete looks my way from beneath his hat as he tries to hide his nonexistent poker face.
“Where the fuck you going?” Garret, one of the other helpers, shouts.
“You guys are killing my game. A man’s gotta get laid sometime.” I grab my keys as they hoot and holler.
