supporting beam, Hunter felt a rapidly growing hardness against his groin, and in that moment it dawned on him that he wasn’t the only one in lust right now. Their interaction felt even more passionate than the night before, but this time, Hunter wanted to repay the favor. He grabbed the back of Grant’s jeans and pulled him closer, grinding his groin against Grant’s and eliciting moans from the other man.
Grant moved his lips to Hunter’s temple, clearly struggling for breath.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Hunter sighed as soon as his mouth was released.
“I know,” Grant answered. “But damned if I don’t want to.” They didn’t move away from each other, though, as Hunter saw his own mixed feelings mirrored in Grant’s expression.
Suddenly they heard the large entrance door swing open, and they pulled apart.
“Put the small branches there and use the trailer loader to bring the big tree trunks in. There’s space here to put them. We can always use the wood.”
It was Izzie’s voice, instructing the workers in what to do with the wood they’d recovered from the fallen trees they had taken down. When she saw the two men, she stopped.
“We’re getting wood to fix the fence,” Grant told her. She was looking admiringly at Grant’s naked chest, smiling knowingly.
“Grant measured it and we found what we needed. We just needed to saw it to length,” Hunter added, more for the men than for Izzie, who no doubt had deduced that they had been doing more than sawing planks.
Izzie’s gaze traveled to Hunter, and although there was no longer lust in her eyes, Hunter definitely felt caught.
“So you’ll be needing the truck to take the beams and planks out to the gate?”
Both men nodded.
“Don’t suppose you need an extra pair of hands?”
“No,” Grant was quick to answer. “We can manage.”
“Mmmh, thought so,” she said, before turning on her heels and walking out. Hunter could swear he heard her giggle.
“Last thing we need is for her to know,” Hunter whispered at Grant. “She can’t find out.”
“I think it might be too late for that,” Grant replied.
Hunter gave Grant a sideways look. “Well, if she asks you anything, we were just sawing planks!”
“Sure thing, boss,” Grant answered, tipping his absent hat.
Chapter 8
Grant enjoyed the carpentry work around the ranch and silently hoped there’d be more of it. Sadly, Hunter was still blowing hot and cold around him. One moment he seemed to seek his company, and other times he was nowhere to be found. Grant had the distinct feeling that Hunter was avoiding him whenever he could. When circumstances threw them together, though, and there were no other wranglers or workers around, there was definitely electricity in the air. The way that man kissed didn’t leave any doubt: Hunter wanted this.
It stroked Grant’s ego that Hunter was in lust with him, and he certainly wasn’t averse to taking it further, but he was still afraid to take those steps. Hunter obviously wasn’t comfortable with the attraction, and Grant couldn’t afford to see it turn sour. This was the best-paying job he’d had in a long time, and he promised himself he would do everything to keep it. If that meant keeping his dick inside his pants, then so be it. Unless Hunter took it out, of course.
Grant bagged his tools and smiled as he checked that the barn door closed like it should. He spent way too much time thinking about his boss.
“Do you have time to come with me and look at a gate that needs some work?”
Grant turned around and stared straight into Hunter’s face. As soon as their eyes locked, Hunter became uncomfortable.
“There’s a rotten post, like the gate we fixed last week, and I measured it like you did, so I figured you could saw it to length and we wouldn’t need to drive over there twice. It’s near Gable’s property.”
Grant let Hunter ramble and tried not to smile too much lest
Grant moved his lips to Hunter’s temple, clearly struggling for breath.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Hunter sighed as soon as his mouth was released.
“I know,” Grant answered. “But damned if I don’t want to.” They didn’t move away from each other, though, as Hunter saw his own mixed feelings mirrored in Grant’s expression.
Suddenly they heard the large entrance door swing open, and they pulled apart.
“Put the small branches there and use the trailer loader to bring the big tree trunks in. There’s space here to put them. We can always use the wood.”
It was Izzie’s voice, instructing the workers in what to do with the wood they’d recovered from the fallen trees they had taken down. When she saw the two men, she stopped.
“We’re getting wood to fix the fence,” Grant told her. She was looking admiringly at Grant’s naked chest, smiling knowingly.
“Grant measured it and we found what we needed. We just needed to saw it to length,” Hunter added, more for the men than for Izzie, who no doubt had deduced that they had been doing more than sawing planks.
Izzie’s gaze traveled to Hunter, and although there was no longer lust in her eyes, Hunter definitely felt caught.
“So you’ll be needing the truck to take the beams and planks out to the gate?”
Both men nodded.
“Don’t suppose you need an extra pair of hands?”
“No,” Grant was quick to answer. “We can manage.”
“Mmmh, thought so,” she said, before turning on her heels and walking out. Hunter could swear he heard her giggle.
“Last thing we need is for her to know,” Hunter whispered at Grant. “She can’t find out.”
“I think it might be too late for that,” Grant replied.
Hunter gave Grant a sideways look. “Well, if she asks you anything, we were just sawing planks!”
“Sure thing, boss,” Grant answered, tipping his absent hat.
Chapter 8
Grant enjoyed the carpentry work around the ranch and silently hoped there’d be more of it. Sadly, Hunter was still blowing hot and cold around him. One moment he seemed to seek his company, and other times he was nowhere to be found. Grant had the distinct feeling that Hunter was avoiding him whenever he could. When circumstances threw them together, though, and there were no other wranglers or workers around, there was definitely electricity in the air. The way that man kissed didn’t leave any doubt: Hunter wanted this.
It stroked Grant’s ego that Hunter was in lust with him, and he certainly wasn’t averse to taking it further, but he was still afraid to take those steps. Hunter obviously wasn’t comfortable with the attraction, and Grant couldn’t afford to see it turn sour. This was the best-paying job he’d had in a long time, and he promised himself he would do everything to keep it. If that meant keeping his dick inside his pants, then so be it. Unless Hunter took it out, of course.
Grant bagged his tools and smiled as he checked that the barn door closed like it should. He spent way too much time thinking about his boss.
“Do you have time to come with me and look at a gate that needs some work?”
Grant turned around and stared straight into Hunter’s face. As soon as their eyes locked, Hunter became uncomfortable.
“There’s a rotten post, like the gate we fixed last week, and I measured it like you did, so I figured you could saw it to length and we wouldn’t need to drive over there twice. It’s near Gable’s property.”
Grant let Hunter ramble and tried not to smile too much lest
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