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drew together in a scowl. How the hell do you know that? And why do you care?
Huh. Interesting! Was Jamie jealous? He chuckled and wrapped his arms around Jamie, pulling
him tightly against him. He dipped his head and kissed Jamie s nose, then his chin, and finally his
lips. I don t know for sure. It s just a feeling. And I don t care. You have nothing to worry about.
Those pale peepers shot him a glare. A frown marred the sensual face. I m not jealous!
Ethan smiled.
Jamie groaned. Fine, maybe I was ... a little, but I ve had a really screwed-up evening. I m
entitled to a bit of a mood.
Are you, now? Ethan arched a brow.
Jamie shrugged, then began rubbing his rapidly firming cock against Ethan s.
Oh, yeah! Get under here. He yanked Jamie under the spray. And let s wash you, then go to
bed. I m betting I know how to get you out of your mood.
Umm, are we going to play ride em, cowboy ?
Ethan chuckled. Would that do it? Put you in a better mood?
Jamie leaned up and kissed him. It might, Cowboy.
Between their kissing and petting, they somehow managed to get Jamie washed, then the two of
them dried and into bed. Jamie was sliding down his body, kissing his way below, when a loud pop
sounded.
Jamie s head jerked up. Was that a gunshot?
Ethan didn t think; he just reacted. He grabbed Jamie and rolled them off the bed and onto the
floor. They landed under the bed with Jamie under him.
Three more loud pops sounded.
He looked down at Jamie, reassuring himself that he was fine and in one piece.
Son of a bitch! That was most definitely gunfire!
Chapter Twelve
Jamie, you okay?
Jamie blinked up at Ethan. Damn, the man had cat-like reflexes. He was still trying to figure out
what had happened and why they were under the bed instead of on it, but Ethan had already assessed
the situation and was demanding a report. What the fuck was going on? The dog was barking
downstairs, but otherwise it was pretty quiet.
Jamie! Answer me! Are you all right? Ethan pushed himself up and started running his hands
over whatever parts of Jamie he could reach.
Jamie gripped Ethan s hands. I'm fine. That wasn't really gunfire, was it? He knew by the look
on Ethan's face that he was wrong. Actually, he d known after hearing the second shot, but he d
wanted Ethan to contradict him. He really, really didn t want it to be gunfire.
Yeah, baby, it was. Get to the phone and call the bunkhouse. Make sure everyone is okay, then
call the sheriff. Fred, hush! The barking ceased, and Ethan rolled off of him, then started scooting out
from under the bed.
Jamie grabbed his arm. Where in the hell are you going?
To get a rifle and shotgun.
What the hell did he think he was going to do? You aren't planning on going out there, are you?
The thought had occurred to me. But first, I need to make sure no one is just waiting for me to
step out the door so they can shoot me.
Oh, okay, yeah. So Ethan had already thought it through. Get me some clothes and a weapon. I'm
going with you.
Ethan nodded and slid out.
Jamie followed. He flipped off the bedside lamp as Ethan turned off the bathroom light.
Grabbing the phone, Jamie dialed the bunkhouse.
The phone was answered on the first ring. Hello?
Ed. Everyone okay?
Yeah, we re good. Y all?
We re good. Call the sheriff. Ethan and I are going out to go have a look around.
Kay. I ll tell Bill not to shoot.
Jamie rolled his eyes and hung up. Great, they were going to have to dodge bullets from Bill as
well as the shooter.
Here. A pile of clothes landed in his lap, and then Ethan left the room.
Jamie mumbled, Thanks, then dressed in the dark. He got his boots on and went downstairs in
search of Ethan. Fred met him at the bottom of the stairs. As he and the dog reached the office, Ethan
was coming back out of it. From the dim light of the moon filtering through the curtains he could make
out Ethan was dressed in all in black, as was he.
The guys are all okay. Bill s already out looking around.
Ethan nodded and stopped in front of him and held up what looked like two rifles. 30/30 or
twelve gauge?
Twelve gauge.
Ethan handed it over, then stuffed something down the front of Jamie s waistband.
Jamie started from the chill, then looked down.
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drew together in a scowl. How the hell do you know that? And why do you care?
Huh. Interesting! Was Jamie jealous? He chuckled and wrapped his arms around Jamie, pulling
him tightly against him. He dipped his head and kissed Jamie s nose, then his chin, and finally his
lips. I don t know for sure. It s just a feeling. And I don t care. You have nothing to worry about.
Those pale peepers shot him a glare. A frown marred the sensual face. I m not jealous!
Ethan smiled.
Jamie groaned. Fine, maybe I was ... a little, but I ve had a really screwed-up evening. I m
entitled to a bit of a mood.
Are you, now? Ethan arched a brow.
Jamie shrugged, then began rubbing his rapidly firming cock against Ethan s.
Oh, yeah! Get under here. He yanked Jamie under the spray. And let s wash you, then go to
bed. I m betting I know how to get you out of your mood.
Umm, are we going to play ride em, cowboy ?
Ethan chuckled. Would that do it? Put you in a better mood?
Jamie leaned up and kissed him. It might, Cowboy.
Between their kissing and petting, they somehow managed to get Jamie washed, then the two of
them dried and into bed. Jamie was sliding down his body, kissing his way below, when a loud pop
sounded.
Jamie s head jerked up. Was that a gunshot?
Ethan didn t think; he just reacted. He grabbed Jamie and rolled them off the bed and onto the
floor. They landed under the bed with Jamie under him.
Three more loud pops sounded.
He looked down at Jamie, reassuring himself that he was fine and in one piece.
Son of a bitch! That was most definitely gunfire!
Chapter Twelve
Jamie, you okay?
Jamie blinked up at Ethan. Damn, the man had cat-like reflexes. He was still trying to figure out
what had happened and why they were under the bed instead of on it, but Ethan had already assessed
the situation and was demanding a report. What the fuck was going on? The dog was barking
downstairs, but otherwise it was pretty quiet.
Jamie! Answer me! Are you all right? Ethan pushed himself up and started running his hands
over whatever parts of Jamie he could reach.
Jamie gripped Ethan s hands. I'm fine. That wasn't really gunfire, was it? He knew by the look
on Ethan's face that he was wrong. Actually, he d known after hearing the second shot, but he d
wanted Ethan to contradict him. He really, really didn t want it to be gunfire.
Yeah, baby, it was. Get to the phone and call the bunkhouse. Make sure everyone is okay, then
call the sheriff. Fred, hush! The barking ceased, and Ethan rolled off of him, then started scooting out
from under the bed.
Jamie grabbed his arm. Where in the hell are you going?
To get a rifle and shotgun.
What the hell did he think he was going to do? You aren't planning on going out there, are you?
The thought had occurred to me. But first, I need to make sure no one is just waiting for me to
step out the door so they can shoot me.
Oh, okay, yeah. So Ethan had already thought it through. Get me some clothes and a weapon. I'm
going with you.
Ethan nodded and slid out.
Jamie followed. He flipped off the bedside lamp as Ethan turned off the bathroom light.
Grabbing the phone, Jamie dialed the bunkhouse.
The phone was answered on the first ring. Hello?
Ed. Everyone okay?
Yeah, we re good. Y all?
We re good. Call the sheriff. Ethan and I are going out to go have a look around.
Kay. I ll tell Bill not to shoot.
Jamie rolled his eyes and hung up. Great, they were going to have to dodge bullets from Bill as
well as the shooter.
Here. A pile of clothes landed in his lap, and then Ethan left the room.
Jamie mumbled, Thanks, then dressed in the dark. He got his boots on and went downstairs in
search of Ethan. Fred met him at the bottom of the stairs. As he and the dog reached the office, Ethan
was coming back out of it. From the dim light of the moon filtering through the curtains he could make
out Ethan was dressed in all in black, as was he.
The guys are all okay. Bill s already out looking around.
Ethan nodded and stopped in front of him and held up what looked like two rifles. 30/30 or
twelve gauge?
Twelve gauge.
Ethan handed it over, then stuffed something down the front of Jamie s waistband.
Jamie started from the chill, then looked down.
Here s a .357; there s one in the chamber, and the safety is on. Ethan stuck a handgun in his [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]