Chapter 12 GENTRY
Chapter twelve
GENTRY
“You know, there is only one other man I trust with my semen.”
I rubbed my hands over my face and squeezed the bridge of my nose. We were sitting in the middle of a nice restaurant, and Martin Wilson's voice carried. He had to do this on purpose.
“I wasn’t aware,” I said, speaking quieter, hoping he would get the hint.
“The other person I trust with my semen is my son.”
Fucking, Christ. “Martin, you can’t sit in a nice restaurant and talk about how your son handles your semen. People are going to take that wrong.”
“I don’t care what people think. You and my son are great at collecting it, and it’s valuable. If that bothers them, then that’s on them.” He gave me a shit-eating grin and took a bite of his steak.
“Don’t ever change, Martin,” I said as I enjoyed my meal.
“How are you and Joe doing? He seems like a limber young man.” He raised an eyebrow.
I almost choked on the food in my mouth. “I think that’s inappropriate—”
“Gentry, what kind of pervert do you think I am. You and I both know how important that is when on a horse. He has a hell of a ride coming up. I promised my son-in-law that we would have him ready to go and he would be safe out there.”
I blushed. Unfortunately, the things we had done came roaring to the forefront of my mind, which made me go from a blush to straight red.
“Right. He is doing well and should be fine on the trail.”
“Hey, Gentry?” he looked at his water glass. “If I paid you, would you go with him. I’ll even pay the fees for the dude ranch experience. I think of that boy as a son, and I would feel better knowing he had a cowboy with him.”
“I think he would be fine on his own, but if you think it would make everyone feel better, I am happy to go.” I was convinced Martin would see the pulse in my neck beating hard. A week with Joe on the trail, he would be working, but there would be plenty of downtime.
“Great. It was actually Montgomery’s idea. Arthur worries, and Montgomery soothes, I’m sure there are better ways to spend your time. I appreciate the sacrifice.”
Nope. Nothing else. This was something I wanted more than anything, but I couldn’t say that. I hadn’t been so excited about a man in over a decade, and now I found someone that I enjoyed being with. I couldn’t wait to tell Joe.
I hated that after we had spent the night together, I had to leave town for the week. It would have been nice to get to know him better, maybe have a few more sleepovers.
I cleared my throat. “I am happy to help however I can.”
Even though Martin seemed okay with me dating Joe, I didn’t want to point out that I was already being intimate with him.
“Don’t get me wrong, you do a fantastic job holding those cocks, especially since my fancy rock star son said he was too busy to help his dad out.”
A guy from the table next to us set his napkin down and stepped over to us. “Sir. Do you really think this is appropriate for a public place?”
Martin Wilson looked over at him, his eyes narrowed, and there was a crease between his eyes.
“Young man, I’ll have you know that the beef you are so happily shoving in your pie hole is because of my semen.” Martin looked the guy dead in the eye, and I wiped my mouth, trying not to laugh. When push came to shove, this was my boss, and I most certainly wasn’t going to interrupt him.
“What?” The guy turned to me. I held my hands up in the surrender position.
“My beef cattle are the very best in the state, and I dare say this part of the country. I have supplied beef to this restaurant for decades. It’s not an accident that they’ve been voted the best steaks in the country more than one time.” He snorted. “Is there anything else you want, young man?”
“Oh. Steak. You’re a rancher.” The guy looked at me again, now appearing sheepish. “Sorry. I thought.” He started to back away.
“You might look at yourself if you were thinking something perverted. Now, excuse us while we finish our dinner.” Martin took another bite of his steak and gave me a wink. “I can’t believe he thought I would discuss bedroom activities out in the open like that.”
I shrugged. “I have no idea how he would come to that conclusion.”
“Speaking of bedroom activities. You going to seal the deal with Joe?” I looked up.
“Martin. I will not kiss and tell even if you are my boss.”
He nodded his head at me. “Good. That’s what I expect. Joe is a good man. He should be respected.”
Was that a test? Did I pass? It didn’t matter much because I agreed that Joe deserved all of my respect.
Two more days and I would be back in Titanburg. I had already arranged to ride with Joe when I got home, which kept me going. Once I was in my hotel room, I grabbed my phone.
GENTRY
How was your day? I thought about you.
After I sent the message, I realized it might have been too much, but it was out there now.
I started to pace. That was stupid to say.
Why would I say that? I started to panic.
What I said was the truth. I had thought about him several times today, but that was also completely out of character for me.
Thinking about the men I had sex with wasn’t something I did.
The real shocker was that the things I thought about weren’t of an intimate nature.
JOE
It was a good day.
Okay, good, he wasn’t freaking out.
JOE
I thought about riding, and I thought about you, too.
My heart flopped around because he thought about me, too. Suddenly, I felt all kinds of things that were new or long forgotten.
GENTRY
Would you like to have dinner after riding?
I’ll bring stuff and cook for you.
JOE
That would be amazing.
GENTRY
I can’t wait.
I was genuinely excited to see him. We weren't calling it a date, but I was pretty sure it was.
As I got into bed, I embraced the feelings swirling around. None of them were unwanted, but they scared me.