She turned to where Cam stood, waiting for her next instructions.
She once again pointed to the bench. “Back on your knees.”
Cam didn’t hesitate. Most likely because he already figured out what would be asked of him. He also knew it wouldn’t take much for Nolan to come once the man wrapped his mouth around his cock.
Nolan couldn’t argue that.
As expected, Hope pointed at Nolan next and ordered Cam, “Finish him off.”
Cam happily obliged.
Chapter Twenty-Four
“Knock! Knock!”A dark head peeked around Cam’s office door. It was quickly followed by the rest of the woman. “Hey, Handsome.”
Cam gritted his teeth at someone other than Hope using the nickname she used while dominating him. Having Danica, the youngest Lyons sibling, call him the same felt…wrong. Brain bleach needed to be added to his shopping list.
“Hey, Dani.”
She leaned a slender hip against the door frame. “Have you heard the news?”
Apparently not. “What news?”
“Well, there’s my answer. Dyl Weed, Ford, and Erin have picked a date.”
A date? Wait… “They’re getting married?”
Dani’s face twisted. “Well, not legally, of course. Officially, they’re having a commitment ceremony. You know, so they don’t get arrested for polygamy.” She scrunched up her face.
Smart. But he figured two of the three could legally marry, so…
Yeah. Maybe they were doing it the right and fair way so no one in the trio felt left out. That was something to consider if…
No, his own relationship wasn’t even close to that point yet.
Was it?
No.
“When?”
“Christmas Eve.”
“They want a winter wedding?” Since their relationship was unconventional, it made sense that the ceremony would be as well.
“Commitment ceremony,” she corrected. “They’re going to have a horse-drawn sleigh and everything!”
Sounded magical. As long as snow was covering the ground. But if that was something Erin wanted, he could see Dylan and Ford going the extra mile—and expense—of bringing in snow-making machines. “Good for them.”
“That’s not the only good news I come bearing. Dyl Pickle wanted me to tell you to tell Nolan that a spot in the bunkhouse will be opening up next month. He won’t have to sleep on your couch anymore.”
Cam’s brow dropped low. That wasn’t good news. At least not for him. “Who’s leaving?”
Since being hired earlier this year, not one person had quit. He didn’t know anyone who didn’t like working for the Lyons siblings, which was not typical for most workplaces.
“The head groundskeeper is getting married and they bought a little place in town because his fiancé is four months pregnant.”
“Ohnice. I guess.”
