It’s going to be another hot one.
The ride to work is smooth. With the new parts, Emmylou is running like a charm.
Thank God.
I can’t part from this truck.
I take a right and steer down the long stretch of gravel lane and park where Jenkins suggested. “We’re here, Emmylou.”
I’m twenty minutes early, but no way am I going to be late on my first day at the ranch. I turn off the ignition and wait it out. I might as well take advantage of it. I’m pretty sure I’ll be bone tired by the end of the day. Jenkins had to show up at five this morning, but my start time is six.
Soft music seeps through the speakers and before long, my mind wanders.
Who are you, little sweetheart?
This was the ninth morning in a row I woke up from a dirty dream about the curvy girl I met ten days ago. This time she was on top, riding me wild, taking her pleasure, gyrating her body as her warm pussy swallowed my cock. Her dark hair was spilling free and partially obstructing my view of her magnificent tits that hang nice and low. I watched fascinated as she bounced up and down on my hard cock until she came, screaming her head off with my name on her lips.
“Fuck.”
The number of times I’ve jerked off since meeting her is obscene. I’ve been walking around with a permanent hard-on. I’m sure there’s something wrong with me. It’s not normal for a guy to have his cock consistently on alert. I’m horny all the time.
I just have to flashback to last week and I’m rock hard. It’s driving me out of my fucking mind with need and I still haven’t got a clue who she is.
Jenkins and I were away fishing all weekend, but the minute I got back into town, I resumed my search. All week I’ve gone back to the same spot at the same time to see if I would bump into her again.
I had no such luck.
It’s unlike me to put that much effort into a girl. I don’t date—or fuck—girls from town.
Until recently, I was never around long enough for that to happen, but now it’s even more important. No point in setting yourself up for a lot of drama… especially in a small town.
I like to keep my one-night stands when I head to Dallas or Fort Worth for a good time. It’s easier that way, but if this little honey is from around these parts, I might be willing to throw my rule right out the window.
I have to stop obsessing over this girl.
The alarm on my phone rings.
Time to step into my new career.
At least this new job should keep my mind preoccupied for most of the day.
I grab my phone, ready to shoot Jenkins a text, but when I lift my eyes up, I spot his long, lean body strolling towards me. I jump out of my truck and meet him halfway.
He jerks his chin in the direction of my truck. “The drive here was okay?”
I look up at him. “It was hard getting up this early, but getting here wasn’t a problem.”
At six-three, Jenkins is a little taller than I am by a couple of inches. Like April, he has light brown eyes, but he has dirty blond hair. The girls love that about him.
“Your body’ll get used to it real quick,” Jenkins says.
“I hope so because it feels like I’ll fall asleep any minute now.”
“Trust me, the bosses will keep you so busy, you’ll barely have time to go for a piss.”
We laugh.
“Sure looks like there’s a lot to keep me busy.” I let my eyes take a tour of the ranch before bringing my attention back to Jenkins.
