Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Gooseflesh lined my skin as his gaze scanned down my torso to my cock, which was soft but suddenly trying to rally. He took a big gulp of air and looked into my eyes again. Was that interest I saw reflected? Admiration? It was only a split-second scrutiny, but felt like long moments.
And then he was backing out the door. “Guess we need a sign-in sheet.”
I winced. “Or I could’ve remembered to lock your side.”
“Yeah, we’ll work on that,” he replied awkwardly, not daring to look my way again, and then he was out the door, shutting it soundly behind him.
I felt rattled the entire time I toweled off, and then walked to my room to pull on some clean underwear. Hamlet seemed to want up on the bed, so I lifted him, and he turned in circles before he settled at the very end, snorting as he did so.
I edged my way under the covers, then lay there with my dick hard, and damn, who could blame me after that? An attractive man just saw me naked. I heard Kerry reenter the bathroom to use it, the faucet turned on, and then the light clicked off again. My heart thrummed in my chest as I imagined a different version of events. Kerry entering my room, approaching the bed, inching the covers away. Me letting him look his fill. Letting him manhandle me, force me to my knees to take his cock to the back of my throat. I was pretty versatile, taking sex any way I could get it over my years in service. But with him, it just felt like…like maybe he could give me what I needed right then.
Which was what, exactly? A firm and commanding hand so I didn’t have to think so hard all the damned time? So my thoughts would grant me a reprieve for a while?
Christ, what had come over me?
So a hot guy had checked me out and didn’t seem bothered by the scars. Instead, there was appreciation and maybe even desire in his expression. Maybe it’d been a long time since he’d had a chance to appreciate another man’s body. That was all it was, right?
Then why did the idea of it thrill me to my core? The idea that Kerry, a ruggedly handsome cowboy from Wyoming, had found me attractive? No denying it was mutual.
But nothing could be done about it.
I turned over and shut my eyes, deciding to ignore my erection and go the hell to sleep. And you’d think it would’ve been easy, given the day my muscles had with all that hard labor. But sleep wouldn’t come. Instead, I listened to the sounds of the house and wondered if Kerry was having trouble sleeping too.
Fuck it. I pushed the covers off and reached inside my underwear to grip my cock. The only thing I could think to do was jerk off and get rid of this, whatever this was.
I shut my eyes and stroked upward, letting my fantasy play out in my head just the way I’d imagined. Kerry taking over, gripping me with that calloused palm, making me come.
It didn’t take me long to spurt my jizz all over my stomach. If that didn’t help take the edge off, I didn’t know what would. I reached for the towel on the floor, wiped myself off, then fell into a deep slumber. Exactly what I needed.
8
Kerry
I was sitting on a stool next to Butter, staring off into space. I wasn’t sure what to expect this morning, especially after I’d accidentally walked in on Julian in the shower the night before.
Despite my mortification, I’d had trouble looking away from that solid body that’d been through hard times—his scars were ample proof of that—and that beautifully thick cock as it curled upward toward his thigh. Holy fuck, this line of thinking was wrong, so wrong, and I needed to banish it from my brain.
Even if Julian and I weren’t related by blood, I could not think this way about Sienna’s cousin. She might never forgive me. It was enough that I’d already messed things up royally between us and our families.
The truth was, Sienna and I had really been more friends than spouses, and we still hadn’t admitted it to each other. If we’d thought hard enough about it, we hadn’t been intimate since…forever.
I turned my attention back to Butter, who was patiently waiting for me to get my act together. Maisy would’ve flicked me with her tail by now.
“Sorry, sweetie.” I patted her soothingly. Getting my head back in the game, I pumped her teats a couple of times, then hooked her up to the milking machine.
As I moved down the line of cows, I couldn’t keep my thoughts from drifting there again. To last night in the bathroom as I stood near the toilet and Julian lifted his arm as if to shield his chest but not the rest of his impressive physique. It’d felt like there was a moment there between us where our eyes met and held. I could’ve sworn he dared me to look my fill. That he might’ve even enjoyed my attention.