Free Pack Hunter by Crissy Smith Page B

giving your time to watch over them.”
    “I didn’t mind,” Ryan assured him quickly. “I’ve lived here a long time. I like those two.”
    Clint picked up a little unease from Ryan. “You okay, man?”
    Ryan nodded quickly. “Yeah. Yeah, man, I just…” Ryan actually blushed and looked away. “The kid? Cecil? He’s…”
    Clint waited.
    Ryan shuffled his feet. “I’ve tried to talk to him a couple times. He’s real shy. Young, you know, only twenty. I was worried about him, that’s all.”
    Clint understood. “It’s okay if you’re interested in him. He’s a good guy.”
    Ryan shrugged. “Yeah, I know. He’s still a good six years younger than me and I don’t want to make him uncomfortable or anything.”
    Clint smiled at his friend. “Six years isn’t much. Why don’t you ask him out?
    “I couldn’t… I was going…” Ryan trailed off. “Don’t worry about it, man. I’m just glad I could make sure he and Sara were safe.”
    Clint would let it go for now, but he hoped Ryan would make a move on Cecil…if Cecil wanted him to. Maybe he could drop some hints of his own.
    He motioned to the house. “You can head out. I’ll be here unless something else happens.”
    “I don’t mind sticking around for a little bit,” Ryan told him.
    Clint nodded. He hadn’t expected another answer from Ryan. “Sounds good. Give me a holler if you have any problems out here.”
    He walked away with a half salute sent to Ryan and pushed open the gate. All was quiet as he strolled up to the back door. He knocked and when Sara entered into view he waved.
    She smiled. Such a beautiful welcome. Sara hurried to the door and turned the deadbolt to let him in.
    He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. Their lips met and he kissed her with all the passion he felt.
    She moaned and he settled her against his chest as he slowed down his lips.
    Aware that Ryan could probably see them, he backed off and looked down at her.
    “Everything okay here?” he asked her.
    She nodded. “Yeah.” She ran her hands over his chest. “Cecil and I spent the afternoon watching movies. I was just about to start dinner. Can you stay a little while?”
    “Yes, I’ll be hanging around if you think you can stand it,” he teased.
    She slid her hand down his stomach to cup his erection. He couldn’t stop the thrust up into her hold.
    “I think I can more than stand it,” she assured him.
    The wicked look in her eye almost burst his tight control. Knowing Ryan was outside and Cecil was just in the other room was the only thing that stopped him from lifting Sara onto the counter and having his way with her.
    He cleared his throat and stepped back.
    She laughed, a soft, musical sound that made his cock twitch where it was trapped in his jeans.
    “Bad girl,” he kidded.
    “Oh, I’ll show you later just how bad of a girl I can be,” she promised.
    Clint dropped his head back and groaned. “Trying to kill me.”
    Sara shook her head and scooted around behind the kitchen counter. She pulled out a pan before turning to the fridge. “Chicken okay?”
    Clint nodded. “Sounds great.”
    She grabbed a bottle of beer and waved it at him.
    He made a give me motion with his hand and she passed it over to him.
    “Is it safe to come inside?” Cecil called from the other room.
    Clint smirked at Sara as she blushed. “Yeah!” he hollered back at the younger man.
    Cecil stepped into the kitchen. “I really can go home,” he said once he was close by. “I’m sure no one will try anything. I don’t want to be in the way.”
    Sara raised the knife she was using to cut the chicken into cubes. “You are not in the way! And you are staying the night.”
    Cecil’s shoulders dropped and he nodded. Clint glanced out of the kitchen window and wondered if Ryan was watching the boy.
    “She’s right, man. We don’t know what these people are capable of and we’d feel better having you safe and secure for the night,” Clint