Ride Me Dirty (Bridgewater County 1)

“It's a big deal for realtors, too. You're familiar with reading dry and boring things in your profession, so this should be right up your alley.”

“Because of these water rights, the property is even more valuable then.”

Sam turned his hand from side to side. “The water rights themselves are valuable. You, as the property owner, can sell the water rights alone to someone and keep the property. Or the reverse. You can sell the property and hold on to the water rights.”

“I'll have to check it out. It just seems strange that Charlie would leave it all to me. I haven't seen him since I was twelve.”

Violet looked thoughtful. “He knew the reason why you stopped coming.”

I frowned. “Well, I don't.”

Violet's eyes widened. “You don't?”

“My parents said they had a falling out. That's it. After that last summer, we just never came back.”

“Well, he cared for you and I think he thought the place would be good for you.”

The waitress brought our orders, balancing them up her arms. My cheeseburger was enormous and the pile of fries beside it had enough carbs to make me diabetic. I thought about Violet's words as everyone started to eat. Why did he think the house would be good for me? Right now, it was only adding to my stress. If I sold it, I'd have a nice nest egg. If I kept it, I could come here in the summers, but the upkeep would be costly, and I couldn't look at that rooster clock forever.

“If you really want to sell, the house will need to be cleaned out before it goes on the market.”

I nodded. “I figured. I think Charlie kept every paper and plastic bag he ever got from the grocery store and he has a hobo figurine collection that scares the crap out of me.”

Violet laughed, pointed her fork at me. “I remember those. They are creepy.”

“I can meet you at the house tomorrow morning. Sound good?”

I cut my burger in half, lifted the bun and poured ketchup on it. Glancing quickly at Sam, I saw him grin around his own burger. The man had plans for me tonight, special plans that could potentially keep me from another meeting with Sally.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Sure. What time?”

CHAPTER SIX

CATHERINE

I'd been at the coffee shop for two hours. The woman who ran the place, Maude, knew who I was and greeted me by name. She didn't mind that I'd taken over a table in the corner near a plug where I could charge my laptop and my phone. She didn't mind that I was using her for her internet connection, especially since I was on my third mocha latte.

While I was slogging through my emails, text messages, voicemails and IM's, my mind wasn't completely focused. I was a little sore from a wild night with the Kane boys and then the steamy follow up with Sam in his office. It didn't help that the chairs were hard, and I found myself squirming a fair amount. Damn them for distracting me—and the spanking!

It wasn't just the ache and throb of my body, but my mind kept wandering to the feel of them, all soft skin over corded muscles. Their voices, rough and almost arrogant in their need. The scent of them, spicy cologne and musky sex. The orgasms. Yes, I was the screamer Jack had pointed out.

I'd never screamed when I came before. Then again, I'd never been taken by anyone who knew what they were doing before either. I'd thought Chad had skill, but no. He had no clue where any of my hot buttons were. Sam and Jack did. Every. Single. One.

Frowning down at my laptop, I tried to force myself to concentrate. I’d never get anything done if I kept getting distracted by memories of the Kanes and their deliciously clever moves.

“Katie?” a decidedly chipper voice called from the front of the coffee shop.

Looking up from my screen I caught sight of a petite young woman with long brown curls heading my way with a wide, welcoming smile. The two leashed puppies trailing behind her attempted to sniff and hump every piece of furniture in their path but eventually they reached my side and I found myself face to face with Little Mary Sunshine. I didn’t think I’d ever met someone so intrinsically… happy.

“You must be Katie,” she said, shoving a hand in my direction, not seeming to notice that her dogs were going wild licking my new, pricey flats like I’d just waded through a puddle of bacon fat.

“Hi,” I said, trying to match her level of enthusiasm and failing. Was I supposed to know her from when I was a kid?

“I’m Angie,” she said. “Cara’s best friend. She told me all about you.”

Oh, did she? For one brief, paranoid moment I wondered what Cara had said. Was everyone in this town aware that I was in the middle of a Kane boys’ sex sandwich? Did people know what we did in the bar hallway?

“She said you inherited your uncle’s place?” she asked. “Real nice man—I sure hope you’re going to stay.”