Page 81 of Wrangled

Teague twisted his hat in his hands. “Yeah, thought you might.” He coughed. “Everything okay here?” His gaze flickered in my direction.

“Everything is fine,” Robert assured him. He’d switched into boss-mode, and I knew we were done for the night.

Then it occurred to me Teague’s question had added significance.

He’s making sure Robert is okay. That made sense. He’d known me for all of four days, and he didn’t trust me yet. I was just a guest who was fucking his boss, and that had to be a huge development.

“Let’s go.” Robert and Teague headed for the front door, and I followed. As we stepped onto the path, the floodlights came on. I could see more light below, coming from the stables, and I caught the clatter of hooves on gravel and raised voices.

When we reached the bottom of the path, I squeezed Robert’s arm. “I’d better leave you to it. I’ll see you in the morning.”

He nodded. “Sorry about this,” he murmured.

I smiled. “Shit happens, right? You go be the boss.” As he turned to follow Teague, I muttered, “We’ve got time, okay?”

He expelled a breath. “Yeah.” Then he hurried toward the barn.

I walked in the direction of the bunkhouse, mulling over what had been an eventful evening. Anticipation thrummed through me at the prospect of ten days of discovering what made Robert tick. The promise of several nights of hot fucking had suddenly blossomed into something richer, more satisfying.

Tomorrow I’d share my proposal. Then it would be up to him.

And if he says no?

Despite my assurance to Robert, ten days was not a lot of time, and I meant to milk them, to squeeze every second of pleasure out of them.

Milking…

Okay, that was going on the list of things to discuss.

Chapter Eighteen

Robert

I closed the front door, locked it, and climbed the stairs, my arms and legs like lead, but nowhere near as heavy as my heart.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I should have felt amazing. Shit, I’d had sex for the first time in years. Having to go off on a wolf hunt had brought the proceedings to an abrupt end, but thankfully none of the cattle had been attacked, and we’d sent them fleeing into the woods. Walt and Kyle were spending the night out there in case any more showed up.

As for the rest of the evening?

I was a mess.

Toby… a Dom. Maybe a part of me had recognized that. I’d gravitated to him the way I’d gravitated to Kevin, Clay too if it came to that. They’d both shared the same kind of vibe, a self-assurance that was very attractive. And when he made the switch from gentle toI’m gonna fuck your brains out, I wanted to shout to the heavens, telling God He’d more than made up for the lack of rimming.

Except I was still hoping for that part.

It had been a glorious fuck.Then why do I feel as if I want to bawl my eyes out?My heart pounded, my stomach was tight, my palms were clammy, and my anxiety level was through the roof. Okay, my concerns over the possibility of wolves attacking the herd had exacerbated that, but the crisis had passed, for God’s sake.So why do I feel so weighed down?

This wasn’t the first time I’d felt like this—it had happened maybe four or five times in the past—except then, I’d had Kevin to turn to.

Kevin to hold me, soothe me, make it all right again.

Now? There was no one.

Sure, there was Toby, but he was in the bunkhouse, and I wasn’t about to call him. Besides, he didn’t know me. One fuck didn’t mean we trusted each other…yet.

But youwantto trust him, don’t you?

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