Cattle Valley 28 - Second Chances Read Online Free Page B

once we can find him.”
Stony moved towards Drake and set his cup on the counter. With his hands free, he planted them on Drake’s chest, giving Drake’s nipples a subtle squeeze. “You fucking him?”
“No.” Drake knew he should push Stony away, but the contact felt good. So what if he’d rather have Oggie’s hands on him?
When Stony started to kiss and nip the underside of Drake’s jaw, Drake tilted his head back. “Shouldn’t you be flying the plane?”
“Why do you think I brought Johnny along? I was hoping to get a few moments alone with you.”
Drake knew better. Stony was notorious for fucking his co-pilots. It was the reason he always used a service instead of putting the poor men on the payroll. Stony moved his hands down to the front of Drake’s jeans.
“You must be slipping. Usually, by this time, your co-pilot’s head would already be in your lap sucking you off.” Drake wasn’t jealous. Hell, all he’d ever had with Stony was sex, and usually on the plane.
Stony chuckled, and Drake felt the deep sound vibrate in his chest. “We’ve still got a long flight. Besides, Johnny’s young. He’s the kind of kid who wants to be wined and dined first. Good thing we’re staying over in DC until you’re ready to leave.”
Stony was a slut and he never apologised for it. It was the reason Drake continued to fuck the guy, no strings. He took hold of Stony’s shoulders and put some distance between them. “You should stick with the kid this trip.”
“Who says I can’t have both?”
“I did.” Drake gestured to the coffee pot. “If you need a refill, get it yourself.”
* * * *
    Oggie watched Drake eat his soup. The damn stuff had to be cold, but either Drake didn’t notice or was used to it. Since he’d returned from making the captain’s coffee, Drake had been quiet and the expression on his face had turned more sour than usual. Had he hoped for a bigger ‘thank you’ from the captain than he’d been given?
    Ignoring the bitter feeling the thought produced, Oggie tried to concentrate on the reason he’d been pulled away from the ranch. “So, this kid…you think he’ll fit in on the ranch? I mean, I’m more than willing to give these teenagers a home, but I don’t need trouble.”
    Drake finished the last of his soup before pushing the bowl aside. “I won’t know until I see what all he’s into. Joseph doesn’t house the ones hooked on drugs unless they’re willing to go through a treatment programme. If Cullen’s strung out, I’d take a pass if I were you, but from the report I got, it sounds like he’s mixed up in hustling. If so, he’s redeemable. A lot of these street kids don’t have a choice. They either become prostitutes or starve.”
    Instead of an opinion, Oggie felt as though Drake was trying to school him, and he didn’t appreciate it—not one bit. He leant across the table and stared Drake in the eyes. “I spent fourteen years on the Chicago PD. Do you really think I don’t know that shit? I was asking because I wanted to know if you knew more about him than what Asa told me over the phone.”
    Drake sat back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. “Sorry, guess I think of you as a rancher, not a cop.”
Of course you did, Oggie thought. After getting his goddamn hand blown off even his fellow cops no longer thought of him as one of them. Used to keeping his stump tucked against his side, Oggie held it up in front of Drake’s face. “Because of this? Believe me, the body may not be the same, but nothing happened to my fucking brain!”
Instead of getting a rise out of Drake, Oggie’s rant seemed to calm him. “I think of you as a rancher because of the way you dress, and because that’s what you are now. I’m sorry about what happened to you, man, but it could’ve been worse. So, if your pissy attitude is about that, you’re gonna have to get over it and move on.”
The anger whooshed out of Oggie. “Yeah, that’s the way I’ve looked