Free 1001 Dark Nights by Lorelei James

you offering your favorite customers free day passes?”
    “You wish. And you’re more than just a customer.” Ramsey paused. “Look, this might seem like it’s coming outta the blue but the truth is we both know that we’ve skirted this subject for months, so I’ll just say it straight out. You’re dealing with some heavy shit as far as getting back on track with your career. I recognize restless, man. So I’m not convinced that you want to return to that life on the road.”
    Sutton had no idea where this conversation was coming from. Wasn’t like he’d gotten shitfaced with Ramsey and spilled his guts.
    Maybe your lack of enthusiasm about returning to rodeo isn’t as disguised as you believe. Your brothers mentioned the same thing in passing. More than once. “Now you’ve got my attention.”
    “I appreciate every time you’ve pitched in and helped out at the gun range. I’ve hinted around that I could use you on a part-time basis. You’ve been polite but vague on whether you’d seriously consider it. So maybe you won’t give a damn, but I’ve run into a tricky situation, hence the early morning call.”
    “What situation?”
    “My full-time range master, Berube, got orders and he’s being deployed in a month. His deployment will last a year. That leaves me short a range master.”
    “Which makes me feel your pain as a customer and your friend, but why are you telling me?”
    “Because you’re an expert shot. You’re very knowledgeable about guns without being a know-it-all asshole or a reckless dick.”
    “But I’m not a range master.”
    “You’d be a shoo-in to pass the range master’s exam—the firearms range testing portion anyway. There’s also a written test, but since you’ve earned a college degree, I’m sure that won’t be a problem either.”
    Ramsey didn’t hand out praise lightly, and Sutton found himself feeling proud of something for the first time in months.
    “It’s short notice, I know, but I’d planned a boys’ night out for my instructors at my cabin to discuss the future growth of the gun range. Every guy who works for me will be there, so if you’re even remotely interested in the position, this’d be the ideal time to get answers directly from the ones who work with me.”
    “Just one night? Or an all weekend thing?” He couldn’t flake out on London. She expected him to play his part as her boyfriend.
    “Just one night. Weekends are our busiest time so we’ll be back at work tomorrow.”
    Two knocks sounded on the door. Then it opened and London walked in.
    More like she sashayed in, wearing a see-through flimsy black thing that left nothing to the imagination. He could make out every muscled inch of her toned legs, the slight flare of her hips. Her flat belly and defined abs. Strategically placed bows hid her nipples but not the sweet curve of her tits.
    “Sutton? I hope I’m not interrupting. I heard you talking in here so I assumed you were up. Look, I can’t figure out the coffee pot. It keeps beeping at me every time I hit start.”
    Mostly Sutton heard, blah blah blah which translated to, “Look at my perky tits,” followed by blah blah blah , “look at these naughty red panties that barely cover my pussy,” and then blah blah blah , “look at my sexy bedhead and imagine holding this tangled hair in your fists while I suck your cock.”
    Fuck me. Fuck me twice.
    “What the hell? Did you just tell me to fuck off?”
    His rational train of thought had hit a fucking brick wall named London Gradsky.
    “Sorry, no, I didn’t say that. Gimme five minutes and I’ll call you right back.” Sutton tossed the phone on his bed without checking to see if he’d actually ended the call. “What. In. The. Name. Of. All. That’s. Holy. Are. You. Doing. Half. Fucking. Naked. In. My. Bedroom?”
    “I told you! Were you even listening to me?”
    Not the words falling from your mouth when your body is speaking its own language loud and clear. He