Free Acres, Natalie - Bang the Blower [Country Roads 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Natalie Acres Page B

Julie the kind of whipping she deserved, a tender loving hand raised for the purpose of arousing her.
    Julie and Frank’s voices faded in and out. They were talking cars. He was thinking sex.
    She shot him a sideways glance. Moistening her lips, she stared right at his cock.
    Without a doubt, Julie understood Duke’s head was in the trash can. He was considering all sorts of nasty little pleasures, erotic moves guaranteed to keep them up late tonight.
    “So where’s Hank?” Frank asked, nodding toward the large clock at the far end of the barn.
    “He went into town,” Duke replied, frowning when he noticed the hour.
    “Reckon I oughta ride around and see what’s keepin’ him?” Frank asked.
    “No. He’ll be back after while.”
    Frank shook his head quickly and looked away. “Little girl, why don’t you do me a favor and run in the tack room and buy me a soda?”
    Frank dug in his front pocket for change. Even though the machine was always unlocked and the employees were told they had an unlimited supply of beverages on the house, Frank always paid his way.
    Julie snickered as she took the change and headed toward the vending area, calling out over her shoulder, “I know when you’re trying to get rid of me, Frank.”
    He smiled until she disappeared out of sight. Then, he said, “Before he left, Hank told me to call him at two o’clock. I tried and didn’t get an answer. I sent Sam out there and his truck is there, but he’s nowhere to be found.”
    “And you’re just now telling me about this?”
    “I didn’t know what you told my little girl. Wouldn’t make sense to upset her if there was no need, ya know?”
    Duke rubbed his jaw. “I’ll ride out to Ole Lamplighter and see if anyone saw anything.”
    “I doubt it,” Frank told him. “Place is closed until suppertime. There wasn’t a car in the lot even when Sam got there. Only vehicle there was Hank’s truck.” A beat later he said, “And Sam said his gun was in between the seats. Along with his cell phone.”
    Now Duke was concerned. Hank seldom met strangers without his cell phone in his pocket. “Watch after Julie, will ya?”
    “You got it,” Frank promised.
    Duke hurried outside, yanked his phone free from his pocket, and dialed Hank. His voice mail picked up, and he dialed again, passing the time as he drove like a madman heading into town.
    On the third try, he left a message. “Hank, so help me if you’re okay, I’m gonna hurt you myself for making me worry. It’s four o’clock and we should’ve heard something by now. Frank’s concerned.” Hell, he was worried, too. He picked up the phone and called him again. When he left another message, he said, “I’m concerned. Call me.”
    Tossing the phone aside, he clutched the steering wheel and headed for Riverside. Minutes later, when he pulled into the parking lot, he was greeted by Sam McMann, and his suspicions rose from there.

    * * * *

    Yanking the keys from the ignition, Duke unlocked the glove box and retrieved a small pistol, which he stuck in his belt. Rolling down the window, he drove up to the Hinman vehicle Sam drove. “What brings you out here again, Sam?” Duke asked, studying him as he spoke. Had they hired someone who was hell-bent on harming Julie? Had they entrusted her care, the engineering of a car they’d insisted she drive, in her enemy’s hands?
    “I need to talk to you,” he said suspiciously.
    “So talk,” Duke said, placing his hand on the butt of the gun.
    “We’ve got a problem.”
    “You don’t say,” Duke said, glancing at his brother’s truck.
    “It’s Frank,” Sam blurted out, hurriedly continuing with, “I know you trust him—”
    “With my life,” Duke informed him, cutting him off. He wasn’t going to listen to this. If Hank were there, he’d cut the guy’s tongue out for trying to cast a negative light on someone who’d worshipped the ground Julie tread across.
    “Then you may not live very long,” Sam