I bent my knees, finally set her on her feet, my cock slipping free. With the hem of her dress still caught up at her waist, I couldn’t miss the hot gush of cum that slipped down her thigh.
“I don’t think that was thirty seconds,” she said.
Nope. I grinned, feeling very virile. “Tonight, when Jamison and I get you between us, I promise we’ll go a lot longer. All night, if we don’t fuck you unconscious.”
She grinned at that. “Promises, promises,” she replied, using the same words she’d uttered the night we’d first taken her. She slipped out the door and down the hall to the powder room before I could reply. Vixen.
I righted my pants, then returned to the dining room.
13
BOONE
Jamison was in his seat, the table empty of everything from the meal, Sutton leaning forward with his elbows on the table. I heard the sound of washing dishes coming from the kitchen. Cord had moved to a seat closer to the other men, Kady on his lap.
Jamison gave me a once over and only the slight turn of his lip indicated he knew what I’d been up to with Kitten. “Sutton was telling us about a man who came to the ranch yesterday.”
I stilled as I pulled out my chair. “Oh?”
Sutton glanced up at me. Nodded. He had close-cropped brown hair, and I could see the crease in it from his hat. His eyes were dark, intense. He was quiet and calm like Jamison, but he had a sharp edge to him, as if he’d seen things, lived through hardships or horrors that changed him. And that kept him quiet. So when he spoke, Jamison listened. Hell, we all did.
“Said he was a surveyor.”
Riley came back in through the door with a platter of brownies in his hands and a can of the spray whipped cream tucked under his arm.
“Know anything about a surveyor?” Jamison asked him.
He put the platter down in the center of the table, tossed the whipped cream to Cord who caught it easily one handed.
“No.”
“He shared his ID and I wrote the info down. He’s a small fish in the big oil pond.”
Shit. This wasn’t good.
Jamison’s eyebrows went up and he met my gaze as he responded. “Big oil? Which company?”
“Borstar. Ever heard of it?”
I shook my head as Jamison said, “Actually, yes.”
I frowned.
“Last week,” he explained. “Penny mentioned being offered a job with them. You were working.” The last, he said to me.
“A job offer with whom?” Kitten asked.
I turned at her return, looked her over. So fucking gorgeous. Her cheeks were a little flushed, but otherwise there was no outward sign that she’d just been fucked. Her casual dress was a pale blue and matched her eyes. Not that it was immodest; the cut of it was like a t-shirt, but fell to her knees. And was perfect for easy access. Now I knew why Cord and Riley loved Kady in dresses so much.
Jamison held out his arm and Kitten went over to him and he wrapped it about her waist. Her being so small, they were almost the same height with him seated.
“When you talked with your mother last week, you mentioned Borstar,” he said, his voice soft and gentle in the way he only had for her.
“That’s right. I had job offers from Borstar and two others.” She bit her lip. “A small company in Iceland and the last wasn’t an oil company, but does soil clean-up that contracts solely for Super Fund sites.”
I’d heard about places that were classified as Super Funds, like the town of Shelby a few hours north of Barlow, and how the government was required to mitigate environmental damage. As for Iceland, I knew little. I’d never even heard of Borstar.
“Sutton met a man from Borstar who showed up on your land,” Jamison added.