Chapter 6 #2
Or … in an effort to save money on gas, I could just wear what I had on and drive straight to Reagan’s. Not only would it be kinder to my pocketbook, I also wouldn’t have to go home to an empty house.
Yeah. I liked that plan much better.
Wolfe
The cold shower felt incredible.
But not nearly as good as my hand on my dick.
I stood beneath the chilly spray with my cock firmly gripped in my fist. With my eyes closed, I leaned against the slate-tiled wall and gave in to my fantasies, to the overwhelming lust surging in my bloodstream. The image of Amy, all sweaty and naked, laid out beside Rhys on my bed…
Yeah, it was a fantasy that would likely never become a reality, but holy fuck.
My dick throbbed in my grip, and I squeezed more firmly, sliding my soapy hand up and down my length.
My breaths were coming rapidly, my body coiling tighter with every passing second.
I wasn’t sure I'd ever found a mental image to be quite as hot as the idea of the three of us together.
All the things I wanted to do to both of them…
“Fuck,” I groaned, jerking myself harder, faster.
I imagined Amy and Rhys on their knees before me, their tongues sliding over my shaft, licking, sucking, alternating between the warm rasps of their mouths.
“Son of a bitch!” My body jerked, my thigh muscles locking as I came hard, my head falling back against the tile with a thud.
Lord Almighty.
I sucked in air and turned my face to the spray.
And to think, I'd spent just a short time in their presence and now I was thinking about fucking them both into oblivion.
Oddly enough, I wasn’t even trying to deny my attraction to Rhys.
I actually felt relief to acknowledge it.
As for Amy… Yeah, I had known I'd been attracted to her from the first second I laid eyes on her.
As to whether I'd ever be able to act on that attraction… I wasn’t sure it would be possible.
As skittish as she was, I knew I would have to allow her to make the first move.
Until then, I'd have to get reacquainted with my hand.
After soaping up and rinsing off, I shut off the water and grabbed a towel.
I was going to meet my cousin at Reagan’s, but for the first time in a damn long time, I was looking forward to going for a reason other than to hang out with Lynx.
I would get to see Amy again. Although she and Rhys had left only half an hour ago, I couldn’t wait to see her, to simply be in her presence.
I couldn’t help but think we’d made some progress this afternoon, spending time together on the range. I had been paying attention to how she reacted to Rhys. Even I noticed the moment she relaxed her guard with him.
After rubbing the towel over my hair, I tossed it over the shower door and went to my bedroom to get dressed.
“What’s up, old man?” I called out to my father when I walked into the small one-bedroom, one-bathroom apartment above the Cedar Door store an hour later.
“Hey, kid,” my father greeted from his recliner in front of the television. “What’re you doin’ over here tonight? Shouldn’t you be out startin’ shit at Reagan’s?”
“Lynx is the one who starts shit,” I told him as I did every time I came over.
“That’s what they all say.”
“’Cause it’s true.”
“Seriously, what brings you by?” Calvin asked, peering over at me.
“Just wanted to check in. See if you needed anything?”
“Got some iced tea, popcorn, and a baseball game. I’d say I’m all set.”
“You wanna come down to the bar? I’ll buy you a beer.”
My father chuckled. “These old bones are gonna sit right here for the rest of the night. That is, till I drag my old ass right to that bedroom in there.”
Old bones, my ass. At fifty-two, Calvin Caine was in as good of shape as he’d been all his life.
“You sure?”
Calvin nodded.
“All right. Don’t say I didn’t ask.”
Another chuckle came from the old man. “How’s that little gal workin’ out? Amy, right?”
“Yep. She’s doin’ good. Catchin’ on quick and she’s cleanin’ shit up.”
“Really?” My father seemed more interested. “Think maybe she can come by the store? Try to get the office organized?”
I figured Amy would love that. Plus, I wanted the old man and Amy to get along. Aside from Lynx, my father was the closest person in my life, and I enjoyed every minute I got to spend with him. These days, we didn’t do much more than chat for a few minutes here and there.
“If you ask her nicely,” I told him, “I’m sure she’d be happy to.”
“Heard the sheriff’s been stoppin’ in.” Calvin’s gray eyebrows rose. “Things good?”
“Yeah. He’s just checkin’ in.”
Emerald-green eyes so like my own stared back at me.
I knew my father was a smart man. He’d heard the rumors, knew what my cousin and I had been up to all these years.
If I had to guess, the man probably even knew about my preference for men and women.
Not that we’d ever talked about it. My father tended to stay out of my business when it came to shit like that.
“Heard you had ’em both out at the house this afternoon.”
Well, no one said anything was sacred in a small town. I had no idea how word had traveled that fast, but it didn’t surprise me.
“Teachin’ Amy to shoot.”
“Good idea.”
I was tempted to ask him what he’d heard but decided against it. Until I figured out what was going on with Amy, I didn’t want any speculation to cloud his thoughts or anyone else’s.
“All right. I’m meetin’ up with Lynx at Reagan’s. Talk to you later.”
Calvin lifted a hand in a short wave. “Love ya, kid. Y’all be good.”
“Love you, too, Dad.”
With that, I headed out the same way I'd come.
The drive to Reagan’s took all of five minutes.
Getting into the bar took another two after stopping to chat with one of the cowboys hanging in the parking lot, and then I was finally perched on a barstool with a cold beer in front of me.
My cousin hadn’t arrived yet, but I was already anticipating the knock-down, drag-out that was coming.
In fact, it was likely going to happen before Lynx even arrived.
If the obnoxious cowboys in the back didn’t cool their jets and leave Amy alone, I was going to rearrange their priorities right quick.
“Oh, come on, honey. I’m sure Reagan won’t mind if you have a beer with us. We’ll even let you break if you want.”
One guy leaned on his pool stick while the other moved closer to Amy.
Amy sidestepped a hand that reached for her and I inadvertently growled.
“What’s the matter, doll face? Shy? Don’t worry, we’ll be easy on you.”
I looked up and met Reagan’s concerned gaze. I nodded, taking a long pull on my beer as I got to my feet. “Might as well call the sheriff now,” I told her, then set the bottle down with a little more force than necessary.
“We’ll be happy to show you around town, sugar,” the younger one said. “You’re new here, right? Probably don’t know a lot of people? We can fix that for ya. And we’ll even end the outing with a personal tour of my bedroom.” The guy chuckled.
Wow. What a fuckup.
Shaking my head in disbelief, I stepped up behind Amy, careful not to touch her.
“I doubt she’d be impressed by your momma’s house,” I told the younger one.
That earned me a glare from both men. I recognized them. They were wranglers over at the Double D.
“Fuck you, Caine. Why don’t you mind your own damn business,” the older one spat.
Amy inadvertently stepped back, her body coming up against mine. I didn’t know if she was even aware how close she was, but I damn sure wasn’t about to say anything. Placing my hands on her shoulders, I steered her around and turned her toward the bar. “I got this.”
Her big brown eyes flew up to meet mine, and I forced a smile.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” the young dumb ass questioned. “We were talkin’ to her.”
“You were actin’ a fool,” I informed him, turning back slowly.
It was too damn early for these idiots to be acting like … well, like idiots. No way had a couple of beers pushed them to the limit and made their inner jackasses take over. They simply lacked any fucking manners.
When the older one took a step closer, I noticed the instant he realized our true size differences.
“Look. We don’t want no trouble.” Holding his hands up in surrender, the guy kept his eyes locked with mine.
“Don’t let me hear you disrespectin’ her again.”
“Of course not.”
I pointed at the younger one. “And if you touch her, I’ll break your fuckin’ hand.”
Knowing it was a gamble, I gave the two men my back.
Even as I did, I knew what was coming. The pool stick cracked right across my shoulder blades.
The force of the blow would’ve sent me sprawling across the floor if I hadn’t braced for it.
The second strike across my kidney made me wince, but I managed to turn and block the next one.
“Fight!” someone hollered.
I grabbed the fist flying toward me and stilled it. I squeezed until the guy grimaced.
“You wanna do this? Let’s take it outside.” No way would I disrespect Reagan and let this go on inside her bar.
“Come on, then!” the younger guy blustered. “I ain’t scared’a you.”
“Let’s do this.” Lynx’s voice boomed, echoing off the walls of the bar. “Right fuckin’ now.”
I peered over my shoulder to see my cousin standing there. Lynx looked fit to be tied; the dark scowl on his face accentuated the danger that often surrounded him. Clearly, he had walked in on the action.
“What the fuck, man?” the older guy said. “This ain’t got nothin’ to do with you.”
“The hell it don’t,” Lynx growled, then spun on his heel and waved his hand in the air. “Let’s take this shit outside. Reagan, round ’em up.”
I gave a firm push on the fist I was still holding, sending the guy onto his ass. The distinct sound of a shotgun being racked had the two fools glancing over at the bar.
Figuring this was going to happen one way or another, I turned toward the door, but not before searching out Amy. I wanted to ensure she was okay.