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The day passed without any major happenings. It was a beautiful afternoon in Trouble, somewhere in the upper sixties. The women in town had made their way down to the stables to view the latest arrival. The men on dayshift either worked in the hayfields or stood guard at the main gate. Mac had office duty, which he loathed, but he made the most of it.
He was just about ready to call it a day when Curt Caldwell poked his head in the office. “You’re gonna want to see this. Alert the others first and meet me at the gate.”
Before Mac could ask questions, Curt was gone.
Considering Curt didn’t get a rise out of much, Mac figured it might be wise to go ahead and retrieve a few weapons. He opened the gun cabinet and made his selection. After he tucked a forty-five in his boot and one in his belt, he locked up the office and met Gabe and Justin, also founding fathers, coming out of the infirmary. “Did either of you talk to Curt?”
“He said to meet him at the gate.” Gabe frowned. “You know Curt. It’s hard to say what we’ll find there.”
Going with his gut, he tossed the office keys at Justin. “Get the cart loaded down and meet me up there. We could be seconds away from being blown to bits and Curt would never break a sweat.”
Justin and Gabe went into combat mode, picked up their pace, and rushed the office. Mac left the cart for them, hopped in his truck, and sped toward the front gates. He tried to reach Draegan, Allister, and the others but no one picked up.
Either all hell was about to break loose or…Mac swallowed as he thought of Tony McCoy’s dying words. My father will keep coming. He’ll keep coming until he kills you all.
Mac stopped his truck long enough to fire off a group text. We have a situation at the gate. No idea what we’re facing. Curt passed along the news. My gut tells me Tabor McCoy is about to make his first move.
Draegan fired one right back. He already has. Get up here.
Chapter Fifteen
Trevor awoke with a start. He stared at the ceiling for a minute before he rolled to his side and groaned at the red digits on his alarm clock. It was only six-thirty. He didn’t have to stand watch until twelve.
He’d just started to roll back over when he caught a glimpse of Sable passing by his room. “Hey you.”
Sable backed up and peered inside. He crooked his finger and summoned her to bed. “Come here a minute.”
“Me?” she asked playfully, cocking her pretty little head.
“Yeah, you,” he said in a gruff voice, aware of his early evening wood. “I have a little something for you.”
“Just a little something?” she asked, unbuttoning her shirt as she made her way to the bed.
Trevor’s mouth went dry as he watched her shrug away her lavender blouse. Unbound and bare, her breasts were full and perky, a perfect size for a man’s hands.
By the time she reached him, her shorts had been stripped off as well and she wasted no time in peeling back the comforter and sliding in next to him. “Now this is what I call service with a smile.”
“Isn’t that something a man should say?” Trevor asked, smiling down at the little woman who had somehow wormed her way into his heart.
“A woman can be just as enthusiastic about sex as a man can be, Trevor.” She secured her grip on his cock. “Do you always sleep naked or were you anticipating company?”
He didn’t answer her. Instead, he pulled her over him, cupped her cheeks, and kissed her like crazy.
He had fantasized about this moment. He’d spent the grueling hours at work wondering what he might have been missing. Now, he knew.
“Ride me,” he rasped, pushing his palms against her hips.
“No foreplay?” She pecked his lips and slid down to his chest and belly, leaving a moist path all the way to his cock. Once she reached the hard wedge of flesh between his legs, she moved her mouth to his tip, circling the head with her tongue.
“Mmm, baby,” he crooned, guiding her head to his shaft.
She pushed her mouth down on his length and sucked him to her throat. Fiery sensations jutted to the tip of his prick and for a minute, he was afraid he might blow. Instead of letting her take him to the brink again, he came upright, and yanked her to him.
As his back found the mattress again, she claimed her seat, sliding down on his cock and placing her hands at the back of her head. She was beautiful as she rode him. Her body swayed to one side and then the other, and he was lost in the idea of a fantasy that was now within his reach.
“That’s my sweet woman,” he whispered, thumbing her hardened nipples. “Tell me you belong to me, Sable.”