Page 202 of Captivated

“Hey!”

“What?”

“Did you like my little gift?”

Zeeb laughed. “Yeah, thanks. Although the way things are going, you should’ve bought a crate of the stuff.”

Butch let out a loud snort. “That’s what you get for dating a younger guy. I have no sympathies.” He hung up.

Zeeb smiled to himself.I wasn’t lookin’ for sympathy. I was hoping to make him green with envy.

Now all he had to do was lure Nate to the Leather Barn without arousing his curiosity.

Yeah, right.

His phone pinged, and he glanced at it—and almost had apoplexy.

Butch had sent an image of a bright red butt plug.

You might wanna use one of these. They’re in the Leather Barn too. Just check the cleaning instructions in the drawer before you put it back.

If you need some help puttin it in, you only have to ask. [grin emoji]

Zeeb made a choking sound.Hell no.

“Are you okay up there?”

He cleared his throat. “’M fine. Gonna grab a shower.”

His phone buzzed again, and he was almost too scared to take a peek. He clicked on the link Butch had sent and frowned.What the fuck would I want with a 2 in 1 function high pressure hand shower wand?Then he looked at one of the graphics.

Light bulb.

He one-clicked that baby so freakin’ fast.

I am going to owe Butch alotof beer.

August 21, 2024

Nate caught the sound of hooves. “I think we have company.” He got up from the couch and went toward the door. “I wonder who it is?”

“Ain’t you forgettin’ something?”

Nate glanced back at Zeeb. “Like what?”

Zeeb’s face was the picture of innocence. “Oh, I dunno. Maybe you might wanna put some clothes on first?”

He froze. “You are getting me into bad habits.” He made a dash for the stairs.

“Throw me down a pair of shorts while you’re up there?”

Nate grabbed his jeans and squirmed into them, falling onto the bed in his hurry. He threw Zeeb’s shorts over the railing and they sailed down into the living room. “Who is it?” he whispered as he came down the stairs.

Zeeb pulled his shorts up and peered through the window. “It’s Teague.” He opened the door and stepped out onto the porch. “Good afternoon. What brings you here?”

Nate went outside, doing his best to appear calm and unruffled. “Hey, Teague.”

“Hey.” Teague’s eyes gleamed. “I haven’t interrupted anything, have I?” He held a brown package in one hand. “Mailman brought this just now.” Zeeb took it from him and went indoors.

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