Page 35 of Milked

Ryder: I mean… Thank you, sir.

I swore this young man made me smile so easily. It didn’t take Finn and me long to be drawn to him. Ryder, so far, had been absolutely perfect for us. I couldn’t wait to feel him wrapped around me, even more so, having Finn and I double penetrate him if he let us. That was something Finn and I had yet to try.

“Right on time,” I mumbled to no one, smiling when the doorbell rang. “I love a punctual person.”

Because I’d sent the staff home for the evening to give Ryder and me some freedom to speak without intrusive ears, I headed to the door to answer it myself. I trusted my staff, but one could never be too careful. I was sure some had an idea of my relationship with Finn, but we were extremely careful not to make it obvious, which was why we had no staff stay the night. Generally, they all went home after dinner.

I opened the door to a freshly shaven Ryder, his scent of cardamom and citrus wafting right up my nose. I took a deep breath of him and pulled him into a hug.

“It’s good to see you again, Ryder,” I said.

He awkwardly held me back, probably not expecting the hug. “Hey, Mr. Porter… uhm, sir.”

“Just call me Knox for now.”

Ryder rubbed his neck and smiled shyly. “Yeah, okay.”

I shut the door behind him, and he followed me into the kitchen. “I don’t do a lot of cooking anymore, so I hope you like what I’m serving.”

He chuckled nervously. “Oh, I’m sure it’s better than what I make. I like not to spend a lot of time cooking.”

“I’ve got steak with bourbon-garlic sauce, roasted potatoes with caramelized onions and rosemary, and an arugula salad with lemon vinaigrette.”

“That sounds really good,” he breathed.

I smiled inwardly, still trying to figure out Ryder. How was he so shy and polite, yet open to this threesome we had going on, and could flirt his little heart out at work? He was a man of many faces. Perhaps Finn had been right. It would be a good thing to know more about him.

I waved my hand at the kitchen table. “Have a seat. Dinner is ready. I figured you would feel more comfortable eating here.”

“Yes, thanks.”

He sat down and placed his napkin on his lap.

“I have picked out Heitz Cellar Cabernet Sauvignon. It’s not too expensive, but it’s tasty if that’s okay with you.”

“Yes, I’d love some.”

“Always a man of many words,” I chuckled.

I had a bottle already opened and poured a glass for each of us. I headed to the table and handed him his drink, smiling at his pinked face, which was always obvious on that pale skin of his.

“Sorry, I usually talk more, but it takes me a while as I get familiar with a person, understand their personality, and such.”

“That makes sense, although you’re quite talkative and flirtatious at work.”

He simply shrugged. “I’m paid to be.”

I threw back my head and laughed. “Fair enough.”

We clinked glasses and took a sip of the wine before I plated our food. I set his plate in front of him, then a salad bowl. Ryder politely waited for me as I sat with my food and began to eat.

“Tell me about your family, Ryder. What are they like? What do your parents do?”

He sliced a piece of steak and dipped it in the sauce, hovering the forked meat over his mouth. “Well, you know… they’re just parents. They’re kind. Dad works the farm… lots and lots of corn. Mom is a nurse at the local clinic. Dad wanted me to work on the farm with him, but…”

“But what?”

“I, ah, plans changed.”

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