She rubbed her lips together when they parted ways. She stared at the evidence of his excitement. His penis hung between his legs, stout and erect, so damn tempting her pussy clenched at the sight.
“Are you going downstairs for a drink dressed like that?”
“I just wanted you to get a good look at what I’ve been savin’ for ya.”
“Really?” she asked, rolling her eyes. “From what I understand, that thing hasn’t been retired while I’ve been away. Word gets around between tracks. The only thing you’ve been saving yourself for is a hard time, and from what I hear, you’ve had plenty of those.”
He winked. “You sound jealous, baby.”
She was.
“I believe she is,” Hank said, returning to the bed. He grabbed the dildo again, and this time, he didn’t waste a second. Retrieving a tube of lube from his pocket, he doused the toy in the clear fluid and gently tucked the object right inside her folds. “There, honey. You have fun now, ya hear?”
* * * *
Downstairs, they entered the study and headed for the bar to pour drinks and shoot whiskey. About the time Duke chucked ice cubes in a couple of tumblers, Hank’s phone rang.
“This is Hank Hinman,” he said, straining to hear through the static on the line.
“I hear you’re paying for information,” the voice said.
“Yep, that’s about the straight of it,” Hank said, his gaze meeting Duke’s. “Who’s this?”
“My name doesn’t matter. I have the information you need.”
“That’s not good enough. How can I pay for information if I don’t know what I’m buying?”
“I hear you’re a man of your word,” the voice said. The vocals were bad and it only took Hank a minute to realize why. Evidently the guy on the other end had fallen victim to a tracheotomy. “I hear you’ll pay a right smart, too.”
“Fifty thousand sound like a right smart?” Hank asked.
“Sure,” the fellow replied. “But I need it tomorrow. Meet me at noon at the Ole Lamplighter Restaurant down on Riverside in Columbia. Do you know the place?”
“Yes, I do,” Hank replied.
“Come alone. If you bring one of your ranch hands, I’m a dead man. And that girl you’re trying to protect may die, too.” A beat later, he said, “In fact, if I were you, I wouldn’t let her go anywhere without you or your brother, and don’t trust those who’ve gotten too close.”
“What are you trying to say? Do I have someone working for me who’ll harm Julie?”
The line went dead. A repetitive busy signal remained.
“Hank? What is it?” Duke asked, frowning.
“I’m meeting a fellow tomorrow at Ole Lamplighter. He says he has information about who tried to harm Julie. Says we can’t leave her alone or trust those who’ve gotten too close.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“I don’t know,” Hank said, tossing back the drink Duke poured. “But we can drink upstairs and keep an eye on her at the same time. I’m not about to ignore a smoke signal when Julie’s enemy has already proven he’s perfectly capable of starting a fire.”
Chapter Seven
An hour later she wanted to kill them! Hank had left her to play alone, but he hadn’t done so in a fair manner. He’d thoroughly oiled the toy, and then only had the decency to leave it partially inserted.
She was coming apart. The large head of the dildo was enough to tease a virgin into surrendering to a platoon of soldiers. At this point, Julie was so aroused she’d fuck herself in front of an audience if she only had a free hand available to do the job.
Duke and Hank reappeared about the time she started to yell for them. Best of all, they’d decided to change out of their clothes again. They walked in the room as naked as the day they were born.
“You two can’t decide on wardrobe preferences tonight, huh?”