door.
“Yeah, well whatever you say, Justin. You obviously know everything,” she muttered, but her slumped shoulders belied her blasé words.
Evan looked up at him, those big, wounded eyes pleading. Justin shook his head, doing some pleading of his own. Annabelle slipped out the door and, judging by how quickly the front door slammed, she must have run flat-out to get away from them.
“Jus, you can’t seriously mean what you said,” Evan said, his voice stretched as thin as Justin’s nerves.
“I can and do, baby. She hurt you, and that’s something I won’t put up with. You’ve been hurt too much already.” And Justin would feel the guilt for ages.
“She did,” Evan admitted, “but she hurt you, too.”
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Justin shrugged a shoulder, suddenly unable to meet Evan’s gaze. “Don’t really know her well enough for that to happen.”
“Oh bullshit. You’re forgetting who you’re talking to here. I see past that ball shrivelling glare to the man underneath—” Evan twisted and moved until he faced Justin fully. “I see that man clearly, and I love him to death, hon. He’s such a good man, and he feels so much that it scares him.”
Justin wished to hell Evan had never taken all those fucking psych courses. It was annoying to be analysed so thoroughly and accurately. “I love you like crazy, and that doesn’t scare me at all.”
“Sure it does,” Evan argued, “but I am going to let you figure out the how part—that I can already see you’re wanting to ask—all on your own. Bet you’ll have it before I’m done in the shower.”
Evan hopped up, a tremulous smile on his lips, and Justin knew before Evan got any further than that what he was talking about. Their earlier conversation. Justin thinking Evan might leave if they couldn’t find a woman for them both.
Evan winked at him, although Justin thought Evan still seemed upset under the teasing façade. “See? You already have it figured out and I haven’t even showered yet! You should get a reward.” Evan batted his eyelashes, which made Justin snort in amusement.
“And what is the reward?” Justin hoped it was another round in Evan’s ass. It would have been incredible to have a chance to fuck Annabelle’s tight pussy, but nooooo, she had to up and run.
Evan fluttered his lashes again and propped out one hip. “Why, all of this,” he said as he waved a hand at his own body. “And maybe even a snack after you finish munching on me.”
Like Justin would ever be fool enough to say no to that.
Evan knew Justin wasn’t just trying to cheer him up, but himself as well. Still, he worried Annabelle might be done with them.
“So we just let her run.” It wouldn’t hurt to clarify that one more time.
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“I’m telling you she won’t run far. And think about this—” Justin stepped into the bathroom right behind Evan. “How many guys you think have chased after her?”
“Oh, probably all of them?”
“Probably,” Justin agreed. “And she isn’t with any of them, so I figure chasing her didn’t do them much good. Won’t help us out either.”
“That makes sense,” Evan agreed. He was a bit surprised Justin already got that figured out, too. Impressed and horny. “Now why don’t you come on and fuck me?”
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Chapter Thirteen
The bunkhouse was quiet. Bo and Max had been given the weekend off, a rare occurrence and one Annabelle didn’t blame them for taking advantage of. The two men had packed a bag and hit the road as soon as they’d showered Friday. Annabelle didn’t know where they were going, and when she’d asked, Max’s cheeks had darkened and Bo had giggled, his eyes fairly glowing with happiness—and probably a bit of mischief. Wherever the two were, she hoped they were having fun. Annabelle grabbed a beer from the fridge, tossing the cap in the trash can as she plopped down in one of the chairs at the
“Yeah, well whatever you say, Justin. You obviously know everything,” she muttered, but her slumped shoulders belied her blasé words.
Evan looked up at him, those big, wounded eyes pleading. Justin shook his head, doing some pleading of his own. Annabelle slipped out the door and, judging by how quickly the front door slammed, she must have run flat-out to get away from them.
“Jus, you can’t seriously mean what you said,” Evan said, his voice stretched as thin as Justin’s nerves.
“I can and do, baby. She hurt you, and that’s something I won’t put up with. You’ve been hurt too much already.” And Justin would feel the guilt for ages.
“She did,” Evan admitted, “but she hurt you, too.”
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Justin shrugged a shoulder, suddenly unable to meet Evan’s gaze. “Don’t really know her well enough for that to happen.”
“Oh bullshit. You’re forgetting who you’re talking to here. I see past that ball shrivelling glare to the man underneath—” Evan twisted and moved until he faced Justin fully. “I see that man clearly, and I love him to death, hon. He’s such a good man, and he feels so much that it scares him.”
Justin wished to hell Evan had never taken all those fucking psych courses. It was annoying to be analysed so thoroughly and accurately. “I love you like crazy, and that doesn’t scare me at all.”
“Sure it does,” Evan argued, “but I am going to let you figure out the how part—that I can already see you’re wanting to ask—all on your own. Bet you’ll have it before I’m done in the shower.”
Evan hopped up, a tremulous smile on his lips, and Justin knew before Evan got any further than that what he was talking about. Their earlier conversation. Justin thinking Evan might leave if they couldn’t find a woman for them both.
Evan winked at him, although Justin thought Evan still seemed upset under the teasing façade. “See? You already have it figured out and I haven’t even showered yet! You should get a reward.” Evan batted his eyelashes, which made Justin snort in amusement.
“And what is the reward?” Justin hoped it was another round in Evan’s ass. It would have been incredible to have a chance to fuck Annabelle’s tight pussy, but nooooo, she had to up and run.
Evan fluttered his lashes again and propped out one hip. “Why, all of this,” he said as he waved a hand at his own body. “And maybe even a snack after you finish munching on me.”
Like Justin would ever be fool enough to say no to that.
Evan knew Justin wasn’t just trying to cheer him up, but himself as well. Still, he worried Annabelle might be done with them.
“So we just let her run.” It wouldn’t hurt to clarify that one more time.
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“I’m telling you she won’t run far. And think about this—” Justin stepped into the bathroom right behind Evan. “How many guys you think have chased after her?”
“Oh, probably all of them?”
“Probably,” Justin agreed. “And she isn’t with any of them, so I figure chasing her didn’t do them much good. Won’t help us out either.”
“That makes sense,” Evan agreed. He was a bit surprised Justin already got that figured out, too. Impressed and horny. “Now why don’t you come on and fuck me?”
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Chapter Thirteen
The bunkhouse was quiet. Bo and Max had been given the weekend off, a rare occurrence and one Annabelle didn’t blame them for taking advantage of. The two men had packed a bag and hit the road as soon as they’d showered Friday. Annabelle didn’t know where they were going, and when she’d asked, Max’s cheeks had darkened and Bo had giggled, his eyes fairly glowing with happiness—and probably a bit of mischief. Wherever the two were, she hoped they were having fun. Annabelle grabbed a beer from the fridge, tossing the cap in the trash can as she plopped down in one of the chairs at the
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