A Man’s Worth(Brac Pack 31)(29)

“Damn you, Ahm!” Bryce shouted.

Ahm knew he was stalling Bryce’s orgasm. But what would be the fun in letting the man come so soon? He didn’t want to give his mate a quick suck off. No, Ahm planned on showing Bryce what a skilled lover he was.

The problem with torturing Bryce was that Ahm wanted to fuck the man as well, but he knew that was impossible because of his injury.

Just when Bryce groaned again, Ahm sucked the man’s cock right back down his throat and swallowed. And then he backed off.

Ahm reached down and palmed the man’s sac and began to gently roll Bryce’s testicles in his hand. Bryce jerked his hips forward and groaned. Hearing his mate’s pleasure made Ahm’s balls grow tighter against his body. It was the sweetest sound he had ever heard. But what had his blood racing through his body was when he glanced up at Bryce to see his mate’s canines exposed. They were long, sharp, and the most breathtaking thing to look at.

Ahm didn’t want to tease any longer. Seeing Bryce in the throes of passion was affecting him just as much as his mate was being affected. He wrapped his fingers around his cock and began to stroke his own dick as he sucked Bryce down his throat over and over again.

He didn’t let up.

His hand moved quickly as he jacked himself off. His lips formed a tighter seal as he sucked Bryce into his mouth repeatedly. Bryce was watching Ahm heatedly, his eyes glittering, savage, hot.

“Make me come, damn you,” Bryce said with a growl as he pulled at Ahm’s hair, sending jolts of desire throughout his body. “Suck my dick, baby.”

He sucked vigorously as he reached a hand underneath and pulled at Bryce’s balls, this time tugging hard at the wrinkled sac. His mate moaned, and his hips hitched as Ahm sucked his mate’s cock to the back of this throat one final time before Bryce bucked and grunted, his hands pulling gently at Ahm’s hair.

Ahm gave his dick a few more tugs and he was joining Bryce, his seed splashing over his fingers. Now he was tired. He wouldn’t protest if Bryce tucked him in and kissed him good night. He was too boneless to care.

Bryce pulled his soft cock free and cupped Ahm’s face, placing a soft kiss on his lips. “Get some rest.” Bryce rolled from the bed, walking into the bathroom and coming back with a wet towel in his hand. Ahm just lay there as his mate cleaned him.

He had to be tired. No lover had ever been this attentive, and Ahm was enjoying the intimacy between them.

As Bryce walked back to the bathroom, Ahm could feel another chink in his armor.





Chapter Ten




Riley tucked his arms over his chest, sizing the men up who were standing in front of him. It wasn’t a bad lot. He’d seen worse. “My name’s Riley Lakeland and I’m the foreman on this ranch. Work hard and you’ll have a steady job as long as you’re needed. Screw up and I’ll send you packing. I do not tolerate people showing up late, leaving early, or not giving me one hundred percent. Anyone who can’t abide by these rules might as well head out now.”

No one moved.

“I want the three of you to come with me,” Riley said as he pointed to the men he was referring to. “The rest of you will work with Olsen and Gavin.”

His brothers took over as Riley walked the three men to the stables. “First, give me your names.”

The man standing to the far left extended his hand. Riley shook it. “My name is Charlie Keiffer.” The guy looked like he had seen his share of hard working days. He was built of good stock.

The guy in the middle extended his hand. “Winter Bourne.”

The other two men gaped at the guy shaking Riley’s hand. Riley recognized Winter. He was one of the shifters over at the Manchester place. He was the white Siberian tiger shifter if Riley wasn’t mistaken.

“What kind of name is that?” the third man who had yet to introduce himself asked.

Winter cut his crystal-blue eyes at the guy but didn’t say a word. Riley was impressed. Winter was a predator and he knew the man was itching to take the human down.

“Fuck with anyone on my ranch and you can pack your bags.”

The man swallowed hard and nodded. “Name’s Olaf Keansburg.”

“You can start by mucking the stalls, Olaf.”

The man looked downright livid but didn’t argue. He walked inside the barn without a word.

“I want you two to help with the cattle drive,” Riley said to Winter and Charlie. “Do you own your own horses?”

“I do,” Charlie replied.

“No,” Winter said.

“I have an extra few if you need to put them to use,” Charlie offered. “They could use the work as well.”

Riley nodded. “Bring them tomorrow. Today we’ll be going over where the cattle will be driven and how many heads we’ll be taking. The rest need to be turned out to pasture and I’m pretty sure my brothers have the other men getting ready to plant crops.”