Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
My hand was already on the front of my boxers, pressing my cock to give it some relief. His words were spoken in his infamous command voice, and I was Pavlov’s dog, conditioned to respond to it.
I slipped my hand into my shorts.
Absently, I noticed the kid on the ground grappling with his own blue jeans, assuming—as he should have—that Major was talking to him.
“Taste it.”
Suddenly, I was so light-headed I almost swooned to the ground like some kind of Victorian lady. Instead, I took a shaky swipe at the tip of my hard-on with my finger and brought it up to taste the wetness there. I’d never in my life done such a thing.
It was salty and strange, but licking it off my finger while Major stared at me was one of the single most sexually stimulating moments of my entire life.
“I want to see you,” he said roughly. “Take your dick out and show it to me.”
I did.
“Stroke yourself off,” he grunted, squeezing his eyes closed for the briefest moment before returning his stare to me.
The man on the ground stroked himself frantically while still sucking Major’s dick and moaning dramatically.
I tugged at myself silently, swallowing back gasps as I got closer and closer to coming.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” he said softly.
The orgasm was so powerful, I bit my tongue until it bled. Tears streamed down my face, but I couldn’t look away from Weston’s gaze. He saw me. He saw me.
And my life would never be the same.
I did what any self-respecting man would do when faced with something raw and powerful like that.
I turned around and ran.
Chapter 24
Weston “Major” Marian
Watching Doc’s emotional and physical release triggered my own, and I poured myself down poor Russ’s throat. In decades of sexual transactions, I’d never felt like I’d taken advantage of someone until that night. Having sex with him while thinking of and engaging with someone else wasn’t fair to him even if he hadn’t known another man was in the room, so as soon as Doc left, I pulled Russ up and took care of him, kissing and cooing and cleaning up his spend until he wandered goofily off toward the Hobart farm.
Then the reality of how I’d taken advantage of Doc finally hit.
No. Scratch that. I hadn’t taken advantage of Doc. He’d wandered into a private moment between two consenting adults and stayed. Moreover, he’d voluntarily participated.
That was on him.
He was a grown man who could make his own decisions, and if he regretted anything he’d done tonight, well, that was on him too.
I leaned down to pick up my shirt from where Russ had flung it. It was covered in bits of straw and who knew what else, so I tucked it into my back pocket instead of putting it on. It was still plenty warm outside anyway, and now my blood was boiling.
Really, I was angry at myself for doing something so unprofessional in Stan’s barn. While I didn’t work directly for the ranch, I still considered myself one of the managers of the entire enterprise encompassing the Wilde ranch and Hobart farm. If I was going to dally with one of the hands, I could have at least had the decency to do it in my own home. At the same time, it wasn’t like I’d planned it.
Russ had been flirting with me for weeks, and he’d deliberately stayed late tonight in order to put the moves on me. Now that Jonny was seeing a man on the regular over in Valley Cross, I hadn’t had sex with anyone in several months. So I let the kid go down on me.
And Doc had walked in.
I ran my hands through my hair and blew out a breath. Jesus fuck that had been hot. Hottest thing I’d ever experienced, and I’d been to bath houses all over the world. It was different when there were feelings involved, and that was something I wasn’t used to.
As I trudged out to my truck, I noticed the bright orange flare of a cigarette tip in the darkness near the corner of the barn. I squinted to be sure of what I was seeing.
“Since when do you smoke, Dr. Wilde?” I tried not to let on how fast my heart rate had ramped up when I saw who it was.
Doc looked at me for a moment before taking another long drag. “Since I got all the way to the kitchen and spotted my mother’s Pall Malls,” he muttered on the exhale. “I figured coming back outside for a smoke was better than breaking my hand by taking a swing at something.”
“You that disgusted by what you saw?” I asked defiantly. “Or what you did?”
Instead of answering right away, Doc took a few more puffs on the cigarette. He finally blew out the smoke and dropped the butt under his boot. I’d noticed his bare legs in cowboy boots before, in the doorway to the barn, but now I took my fill of them again.