Page 110 of Haunted

Sol held his hand up. “Let me finish? If you chose a package this evening, I could start first thing tomorrow after breakfast, work all day, and I couldprobablyhave it done by tomorrow night. Making no promises, okay?”

Toby’s face shone. “Seriously?”

Yeah, that look broke him.

“Sure,” he said in a resigned tone.

Toby grabbed him in a tight hug. “Thank you,” he said in Sol’s ear. “Really.”

Sol extricated himself with a smile. “You’re welcome. And now I’ll go to supper.”

Eating would have to take a back seat until he explained the situation to Butch.

Damn.

“Robert asked if you’d have supper with us. It’s the least we can do after all you did to help us out.”

Fuck. Somethingelseto rob him of time with Butch.

The Lord had a rotten sense of humor.

Then he recalled part of the conversation from the drive to Wibaux. That flicker of an idea he’d gotten…

“You know what? I’d like that. There’s something I want to discuss with Robert before I leave, and over supper is as good a time as any.”

Toby nodded at something over Sol’s shoulder. “Then I’ll see you up at the house in about an hour.” He tipped his hat and headed for the stable.

Sol didn’t need eyes in the back of his head to know who was right behind him. He turned to face Butch.

“You’re not going to like this.”

Butch’s face fell as Sol brought him up to speed. When he was done, Butch grimaced.

“You’re right, I don’t, but I guess it can’t be helped. We’d better go eat.”

“Yeah, about that…”

Butch raised his eyes heavenward. “What does a guy have to do to get a fuckingbreak?” His shoulders slumped, and he shook his head slowly. “Seriously?”

What became crystal clear in that moment was that all the disappointment and frustration Sol was feeling?

Butch’s feelings were the equal of his.

Sol gestured to the barn. “Can we go in there for a second?”

That earned him an inquiring glance. “That depends on what you have in mind.”

“I just want to talk without an audience, that’s all.”

Butch nodded, and Sol followed him into the dark barn filled with the sweet scent of hay. Butch pushed the door shut, and Sol didn’t hesitate.

“Okay, I lied.” Then he cupped Butch’s head and drew him in for a leisurely kiss, his heart singing when Butch responded, feeding him low noises of pleasure. Butch’s hands were on his shoulders, his back, molding Sol’s body to his, close enough to feel his erection rubbing against Sol’s.

Sol did a slow grind, making sure Butch felt every inch of it, and Butch’s eyes widened. Sol rocked his hips, and the cutest little whine escaped Butch’s lips. Then he poured his heart and soul into yet more kisses, Butch’s face warm beneath his fingertips, his breathing loud and harsh.

When they broke apart, Butch chuckled. “I think I’ve found my new favorite thing. I may even become an addict.”

Sol knew it was wrong of him, but he didn’t want to think about Butch becoming addicted to another guy’s kisses, another guy’s touch.

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