“There were a bunch of chickens dead a couple of weeks ago,” Brent said. “I thought it might be him, but I can’t be sure.”
“There’s no footage?” Reeve asked.
“Nope. Camera was hit and angled wrong.” This came from Charlie, though I had to glance up to be sure, not knowing his voice well enough to identify from just sound.
“Which means it wasn’t foxes,” said Parker.
“And it was someone who knows where the camera is in the barns.” Brent again.
There was a brief silence. Then Reeve said, “Replace the system. Or, better yet, keep the system as a dummy and add another.”
“Yep,” Parker agreed. “That’s it.”
“Fucking asshole costs us a shit ton of money with these pranks of his,” Brent said, frustration in his tone. “Could you maybe tell him it’s not very nice to your employees?”
Reeve didn’t answer. I peeked up and saw him rubbing his hand over his face. Tension rolled off of him in waves, but I couldn’t be sure if he was angry, irritated, or just over the conversation. I tried to guess based on the conversation, but it was confusing. Was Michelis playing some sort of joke on the ranchers? Or was Brent’s comment facetious?
After a long minute, Brent said somberly, “You got the yearly invitation from him again. Maybe you should go.”
“I won’t acknowledge that with a response,” he snapped. Angry it is. “I’m done with this conversation. And stop giving him so much of your time. He already got something of mine that matters. That’s all he gets.” He stood and headed toward the back room. “Emily?” he called over his shoulder.
It took a second to realize that I didn’t need to pretend to not be listening anymore. “Uh. Yeah?”
“Join me.”
I tucked my Kindle in my bag, undid my seat belt, and followed him. His mood made me wary of what I was facing with him alone, but I also knew it could be an opportunity. If I could get him to talk, perhaps he’d tell me what was wrong. Tell me why he was mad at Michelis. Maybe it was even serious.
I hoped it was serious. I hoped Reeve and Michelis were not the close relatives that I’d assumed they were.
Wouldn’t that change everything?
Reeve had left the door to the back cabin ajar. “Shut it,” he said as I came in.
The minute I did, he was on me, pressing me against the cabin wall, sucking at my neck while his hands went up my dress to squeeze my ass.
“Mmm,” I moaned involuntarily. So much for talking.
Trying to keep hold of my senses, I looked toward the door I’d closed a second ago, thinking of the people just on the other side and the conversation I wanted to have with him. “Reeve…,” I warned.
He stilled, his body stiff. “Are you telling me no?”
I was automatically angry that his subtext suggested it wasn’t okay if I was. Also, angry that I liked that. But since I hadn’t really been saying no – as if I ever could – I said, “I’m not.”
“Good girl.” He went back to nibbling my skin while his hands moved under my panties.
“But I’m sure you know they recommend twenty-four hours after waxing before sex.” It was true, but I’d never heeded the advice before. I was just using the excuse until I could find a window to ask about the source of his tension.
Though, he didn’t seem that tense right now. Or, if he was, his tension was focused on turning me on. He had his fingers now at my crack, the tips of them skidding along sensitive skin as he pulled my cheeks apart. “Recommend is the key word in that sentence,” he said. “But if you’d prefer, there are other places I can explore.” In case I didn’t get what he was referring to, he stuck his thumb inside my tight hole and massaged the rim.
“Ah.” It felt so good and I was so wet. But I needed more time to prepare for that. And, I hoped when that happened, I’d be in a bed, far from other people, with plenty of lube. “No, no. The usual hole is good.”
“Yes, it is. Very good.” With his thumb still in my ass, he slid a finger down to trace the entrance of my cunt.
I made one more attempt to divert him from his current plan of seduction. “Also. In case you’ve forgotten.” I could barely talk with what he was doing to me. “Your friends are on the other side of the door.”
“I haven’t forgotten.” He removed his hand from my underwear, and I immediately missed him. “And they aren’t my friends. They’re my staff.” He bent to pull my panties down to my ankles then stood again and unzipped my dress. It fell open, and I knew that there was no chance of distracting him when his eyes lowered to my exposed pussy. A satisfied grin fell on his lips and his eyes clouded with lust. He ran his thumb across the fine hair that was left from my wax appointment. “This, I like,” he said.
Then he put his hands under my hips, lifted me up and carried me to the black leather couch that I hadn’t realized was in the cabin until he’d dropped me on it.
“Prop yourself up on the arm,” he commanded as he undid his pants to expose his already fully erect cock. “And spread your legs.”
I scooted into the corner and, since my panties tied my ankles together, I let my knees drop open. Reeve knelt over me, and with no other foreplay, pushed inside of me.
“You’re so wet, I just slide into you.” His voice was gruff and the texture set my skin on fire. He glided in and out, making sure I felt every inch of him, waking my nerves. “Feel me?”