“I told you she had vision,” he says with a wistful smile.
It’s such a privilege that he’ll speak so freely of Renée with me. It feels like a kind of healing and…Dios mio, what I wouldn’t give to pull him into my arms right now and kiss away the fluttering sadness on his lips.
I’m so proud of him, and I’m not sure if I’m allowed that emotion.
As we’re walking, we come to a beat-up utility table on the far side of the stables. Wick’s brow quirks up, and he looks out past the table, pointing to a hay bale. Huh. There’s a paper target tacked to it.
I lift my chin in that direction. “I wonder if that’s the reason they wanted the horses to be okay with shots being fired.”
Wick nods and runs his hands over the rough-hewn table. “I wonder what’s going on out here. I’ve been calling it a ranch in my head because of the horses, but…I don’t think it’s a standard ranch. I mean, look,” he says, gesturing in a circle around us, “this area that’s been graded and re-graveled is a much smaller plot of the larger piece of land.”
He’s right, of course. The grounds are not terribly big, and we can easily watch Sebastián, Trip, and Charlie, who appear to be talking about something serious.
“Charlie said he was involved with law enforcement. Maybe he’s trying to do something with that?”
Wick scratches his beard, still focusing on the land around us. Well, either that or he’s avoiding eye contact.
“No clue,” he says, shrugging.
He quickly glances at me, then just as fast shifts his gaze to the trees beyond the compound’s fence. I shoulder him and tip my chin up, a wordless question.
He shakes his head, and I shoulder him again.
Scrunching his nose, he goes for the seemingly innocuous statement. “So, uh, you and Colt seem to be getting chummy.”
I suppress a smile, knowing exactly what he’s doing. He no doubt got an earful of what Colt and I were up to, especially since we purposefully did those things up against our shared wall.
I was supposed to keep it to a hand job, but when Colt bent over to brace himself against the wall, his hairy muscular thighs spoke to me. I whispered sweet nothings into his ears as I spread lube between his thighs, slipping myself into the tight, warm space.
Colt was a little surprised but completely into it. The slick sound of fucking his powerful thighs mixed with Colt’s satisfied cries…oy, it was filthyandcomforting. Even with some edging thrown in, it didn’t take long for me to slick Colt’s thighs with my cum. He came seconds later by my hand, shuddering and breathing heavily. Fuck, we were un bello desastre.A beautiful mess.
“I've never had someone come from pushing himself between my thighs,” Colt had whispered when we got into bed.
“It's one of my favorite things to do,” I’d whispered back, kissing him.
“Do you think Warwick heard everything?” he’d asked, looking up at me while biting his lip.
“If he didn't have his ear up against the wall, I’ll give you my next paycheck.”
Colt’s laugh had made me want to kiss him all over again.
He’s a big, strong guy and the shared cuddling was…sigh.Fantastico. And we fell asleep so soundly.
I know for a fact that Warwick was listening in, especially when he cracked open the door to my room to spy on us. Part of me wanted to bust him, to force him to join us and just figure it out already, but he needs more time.
Though…perhaps not as much time as I originally thought.
My smile successfully repressed, I circle back around to Wick’s question about Colt and me. “Oh yeah. He’s a great guy. We get alongverywell.”
Wick purses his lips, looking jealous as hell, and I have to bite down hard on the inside of my cheek to prevent my lips from turning up at the corners.
“So, the boss-employee thing…” he hedges, which is funny since he had no problems with it when he and I had Colt together.
I gesture him away with a dishonest carelessness. “When everything is family and closeness, the lines are less…crisp. I don't know. I don't mind muddying the water with someone like Colt. Hell, I used to fuck the owner’s son at my last place.”
Wick’s mouth drops open. “Are you serious?”
Unconcerned with his pearl-clutching reaction, I grin. “He was a perpetual bachelor, had no time for entanglements, and is a total go-go-go guy. Honestly, it was mostly a de-stressor for both of us.”
