Page 145 of Wrangled

“You’ve arrived in time for Saturday night supper. How about then? Once everyone’s eaten, and the guests return to the bunkhouse, of course.” This called for a special kind of staff meeting.

“Sounds great. No time like the present.” Then he grinned. “I’d better make sure you’re wearing the prostate massager before they all arrive.”

I swear, all the blood in my body headed to my dick. “I think we’d better go up to the house and make sure it works… You know, to be on the safe side. I mean, it hasn’t been used for a while.”

“How long do we have until supper?”

I smiled. “Hours.”

He kissed me, not bothering to keep it chaste. “Then what are we waiting for?” Another heated kiss. “We’ve got some catching up to do.”

And I knew exactly where we’d be doing it.

Toby

I gazed at the faces around the table. Robert had made the pitch, and now it was up to them. “So, what do you think?”

Butch stroked his chin. “Let me see if I’ve got this right. You wanna bring a load of gay guys to Salvation, to get up to a load of kinky shit?”

Robert coughed. “Pretty much, yeah.”

“But we wouldn’t have toseethe kinky shit, right? Or participate in it?”

“Absolutely not.”

I grinned. “Unless you wanted to.”

Butch’s lips parted, and I would have given anything to know what passed through his mind right then.

Zeeb looked me in the eye. “So this means you’ll stay?”

I smiled. “It does.”

He mimed mopping his brow. “Well, thank fuck for that. Looks like I don’t have to kill you after all.”

“I like the idea,” Teague announced, putting his phone down on the table. He grinned.

“What are you thinking?”

He’d been on his phone as soon as Robert had shared my proposal.

“Oh, just imagining this place, with guys walking around in leather, or jocks, or nothing but boots and a leash.”

I arched my eyebrows. “Someone’sbeen doing some research.”

He flushed.

Walt chuckled. “Wow, things sure could get interesting around here. One week per month? It’ll make the rest of the month seem tame in comparison.”

“So you’re all with me on this?” Robert asked.

“Withus,” I amended, and he gave me a grateful smile.

“With us,” he echoed.

Teague looked around the table as everyone nodded. “Yeah, we are. I guess Toby will be living here?”

“Yes, he will.” Robert took my hand in his.

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