Page 72 of Wrangled

“Then I’ll see you in the morning.”

I tried not to smile. “And I thinkyoujust said that.” I cocked my head. “Something on your mind, Matt?”

He flushed. “Listen, if you want breakfast a little later tomorrow, I can do that. You don’t have to be up at the crack of dawn.”

Hoo boy. I guess my secret is out.I didn’t bother to wonder how word had gotten around. A mouse could fart in the barn and everyone knew about it.

He coughed. “I’ll go load the dishwasher, then I’ll be off.”

“You do that.”

He disappeared into the kitchen, and I chuckled. I pulled my phone from my pocket and peered at it.

No messages.

I wasn’t sure what I’d expected when I texted Toby to share my number. My thoughts veered from expectingI’ve changed my mindtoSee you at seven.And while an ETA would’ve been good, something told me that wasn’t his style.

And whatishis style?

Nowtherewas the million-dollar question.

“Off now, boss.”

I walked with Matt to the door. “About breakfast…”

He arched his eyebrows. “I guess I’ll be here a little later after all. Are we talking an hour, maybe?”

I had no idea. “Sure, let’s go with that.” He nodded, and I watched him go down the path. The sunset was still a few hours away, and the white walls of the barns below glowed warm in the last rays. Before he went out of sight, Matt turned and waved.

He was grinning.

Yeah, he knewexactlywhat was about to go down.

That brought a grin to my face.Me—I hope.

I closed the door and glanced at the clock. Time for a shower. There was always the possibility Toby would put in an appearance before I was done, but maybe me opening the front door in nothing but a towel would get the evening off to a great start. I hurried up the stairs to the bathroom, flipped on the shower, and got undressed.

What came to mind as I scrubbed was Kevin’s voice.

Make sure that asshole is nice and clean enough for me to eat.

I shivered as the memories claimed me. Ropes securing my arms, tied around the bed posts. Me face down, a couple of pillows shoved under me to tilt my ass, and another under my head. More rope around my thighs, attached to the posts at the foot of the bed, spreading me wide. Kevin’s tongue in my ass, propelling me closer and closer to the orgasm he’d forbade me to have, because the bastard knew he could make me come like that.

Five years. Fivelongyears.

I braced my hands on the tiles and bowed my head, letting the water cascade down my back.

Lord? If it’s not too much trouble? Please let rimming be one of Toby’s favorite things. I haven’t asked for much from you since Kevin died, but I’m asking for this.

Except what I wanted was more than a tongue in my ass. I wanted a man in my life who would bend me to his will, take control, push me…

Make me his.

And until I found such a guy—because between them, Zeeb, Diana, and Teague had convinced me it was time to start looking again—I’d take as many nights with Toby in my bed as I could get.

He wants this, I want this.That had to be the definition of win-win.

I got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around myself, and went over to the cabinet under the sink. My douche sat in a box, gathering dust. I took it out, blew the dust off, and removed the contents.