Page 16 of Shelter (The Wanderers 4)

He shrugged. “Doesn’t matter, does it? I’m just trying to entertain myself. Does the Master and/or Mistress of this estate have any idea what I could bring to the table that would be far more valuable than my sperm?”

The woman narrowed her eyes. On second thought, she looked older than she probably was. He’d still guess her to be about fifty, but she was tired and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes spoke of hardship and sadness. What has she lived through?

Rush continued. “I’m a doctor. Your situation would be better served if you let me examine the parties in question who’re trying to have a baby rather than pumping my sperm into the woman without enough information.”

“The family already has a doctor. Your medical services aren’t needed. Your sperm is. Get to it.” She pointed toward the cup on the cot before she turned and headed back up the stairs.

Rush ran a hand over his face before he bent to pick up the magazine. He could see it was a magazine without opening it. He was running out of arguments and options here.

He had, however, gathered more information. Keep them talking. The more he engaged, the more he would learn about whoever owned this estate and what their intentions were.

He chuckled as he opened the brown paper from around the magazine and held up a nineteen seventy-five Playboy. Storm was a resourceful guy. What else could the man come up with on request? How about a key to the cell.

Rush flipped open the magazine and thumbed through the pages. These women didn’t appeal to him. This was going to be a challenge. His head wasn’t in the right place for a good fuck right now. His brain was spinning, trying to figure out a way out of this situation. Sex was the last thing on his mind.

And yet, he had no choice. He unzipped his jeans, palmed his junk, and dragged his hand up and down the shaft, trying to bring the unwilling appendage to full staff.

Ten minutes wasn’t going to cut it, and if Storm opened that door and headed down the stairs prematurely, Rush would be screwed. He’d have to start over. Considering how eager he was to ejaculate into a cup for strangers, he didn’t much care, but he imagined eventually someone was going to care a whole lot, and he didn’t think he wanted to entertain that someone today.

He dropped down onto the cot, lay on his back, and closed his eyes. Surely he could convince his cock to participate with a bit of coaxing. He was a dude, after all.

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