Damon's Challenge(2)

“Well, if you’re happy to take me on I’ll prove I’m a man of my word.” Damon leaned forward. “I promise you won’t be disappointed with me.”

With Damon leaning in close Andy was able to scent him. His world was crashing down around him as his cock tightened even more. “Sure. Do you want to come and have a look at the place?” Andy asked, getting to his feet. He needed to create some space between him and Damon. His name alone was full of sin.

“Sure thing.” Damon threw some notes onto the table and followed Andy out. Going to his truck, he looked at the bike on the sidewalk.

“Put your bike on back, and we’ll take it with us,” Andy said.

In no time at all they were on the road. Damon was tapping his leg to some made up beat. Andy concentrated on the road in front of him trying to keep his thoughts on the scenery in front of him rather than the man beside him.

“So, Andy, is it me, or is this town a little quirky?”

Tensing, he glanced toward Damon. “In what way?” Creek Valley had been his town for a long time. He loved the way the locals accepted each other and the love they had. No one had batted an eye when he’d married Meredith, who was ten years younger than he was.

“I saw the way some of the men were looking at women. I’m sure I saw a bit of domination going on as well,” Damon said.

“We’re a good town, Damon, and that’s all you need to know.”

He pulled up outside of his ranch to see Meredith hanging out washing. His heart sped up at the sight of her alone.

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At the sound of Andy’s truck, Meredith placed the clothes back in the basket and turned toward the front yard. She loved meeting her man after he’d been out for a long day. Rubbing her hands down the apron she wore, she moved closer to his truck. She saw he wasn’t alone.

Someone she’d never met before got out of the passenger side of the truck. He wore a leather jacket, and from what she saw of his flesh he was covered in tattoos. The ink he wore was not just located to his arms. She saw some on his chest going up to his neck.

“Meredith, honey,” Andy said, approaching her. Looking from Andy to the biker Meredith wondered what the hell she should do. She’d never been in this predicament before with Andy bringing men home she didn’t know.

He reached her wrapping his arms around her shoulders and pulling her close. His comforting warmth invaded her senses. Wrapping her arms around his back she followed him toward the man. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve given Damon here some work. Damon, I’d like you to meet my wife, Meredith.”

The introductions were made quickly.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Your picture does not do you justice.”

Meredith felt her cheeks heating under his watchful gaze. There was something about Damon that made her nervous. She didn’t know what it was, and considering she’d only just met him the feelings were unusual. His gaze was knowing as he stared at her. Being married to Andy meant she had to get used to men. She’d not been great around the men as they all made her nervous. Her feelings were not down to anything bad or personal. Meredith just preferred her own company to that of men. Andy was the only person she’d gotten to know closely, and then she’d married him.

“Thank you.” She shook his hand and pulled away as soon as she could. Meredith noticed he grabbed her hand harder, almost as if he was trying to keep hold of her a little longer.

Don’t be stupid.

“You’ll be working on the ranch?” Meredith asked.

“That’s the plan, honey. I’m hoping your guy isn’t regretting it.” Damon folded his hands over his chest and smiled at Andy. She saw her husband had the same glow as she felt. Frowning, she looked between the two men.

“Well I’m sure the guys will love to have another man on the ranch helping out. I’m, erm, going to go and finish with food and dealing with the washing.” She kissed Andy on the cheek and retreated as fast as she could.

Something was going on in Andy, but she couldn’t figure out what. Finishing up the washing, she moved on inside to the scent of her pork stew. She always made plenty of pots of stew for the boys. Andy had told her before they were married that she’d need to feed his men as well.

She checked on the stew, giving it a quick stir. Damon had unsettled her. His touch felt like it had lingered a little too long.

Get over it.

Grabbing the bread from the far counter she placed them on a baking tray before putting them in the oven. Her life with Andy was perfect. He never expected too much of her on the social front, and he was more than attentive to her during the evening and nights they were together. Their love life was wonderful. She loved every second she was with him. There were ten years between them, but she didn’t care about the age difference. He’d wooed her by the time she was nineteen and married her by the time she was twenty. No children had come from their time together. She wanted them, but Andy didn’t want to share her yet. Life at the ranch didn’t accommodate children. He was always looking for men willing to work the ranch while she was busy feeding the men and trying to help outside as much as she could.