He’s wearing a dark brown cowboy hat that matches his boots with light-wash Wranglers that hug him in a mouthwatering way. A bicep vein pops out, and my mouth begins to water at the show in front of me. I don't even hear him talking until he’s yelling my name.
“Maisie?” he calls with a knowing look in his eyes.
Busted.
I blink out of the western porno that was playing out in front of me, a little embarrassed. “Sorry, what did you say?”
“I said you may begin. You were still staring, though, so I asked if you needed something?”
I give him a shy smile. “Right, yeah. I'll get right on it… I mean, on the teat.” I wince. That definitely didn’t sound better. “I’m just gonna get to squeezing now,” I rush out, my cheeks hot with embarrassment. He chuckles when I turn my back on him.
“You look like you’ve never touched a boob before,” Chesney calls over to Lan, who is struggling majorly.
Lan cusses under his breath, throwing his hands up in defeat. “This is not as easy as he makes it look. I’m not made for life on the ranch.”
“You’ve gone soft in your old age,” Chesney shouts back.
“You’re one to talk. I can see your gray hair from here old man,” Lan retorts.
“I could run laps around you, I’ll have you know.”
A childish smirk graces Lan's lips. “Prove it. The last one to fill their tin has to jump in the creek after.”
“Deal!” Chesney yells.
The boys bicker back and forth about their competition, and I laugh along. Obviously, Chesney is going to win, but it’s still funny to watch. I’m so caught up in their childish schemes, I forget I have my own cow to milk.
“Need some help, honey?" Chills erupt up my spine from his sultry voice.
I nod, pretending to be confused. “I’m a visual learner, so you’ll have to show me again,teacher.” Thank God I’m hidden at the end, where no one can hear me.
“Good thing I’m a hands-on teacher,” he rasps into my ear. His chest engulfs my back, his thick arms bracketing me in. “Just like this,” he mutters, squeezing my breast to massage my nipple through my shirt. I lean back into him, holding in a moan.
Not the time, Maisie.
He grabs my hand, teacher mode back on, and leads itto the closest teat. “Rest your thumb and pointer finger right at the base. Just like that.Good girl,” he rasps.
Well, there goes my panties. I look over my shoulder at him. No man should be allowed to be this sexy.
Grayson runs a hand down the side of the cow. “I was talking to the cow,” he lies through his teeth, winking at me.
“What a lucky girl,” I joke, leaning back into his warmth.
He leans forward so I have nowhere to go. His manly scent cocoons me, and I breathe it in. It helps drown out the smell of cow shit, though I’ve grown more accustomed to it.
“Now squeeze, applying pressure through your fingers in a downward motion. Yup, you’ve got it.”
I follow his commands, and, sure enough, a spurt of milk squirts out. My hand is a little sideways from the angle Grayson has us in, so I accidentally squirt him in the chest with it right over my shoulder.
“Shit, sorry,” I laugh, squirting a little more out from the motion.
“If you wanted me dripping for you, all you had to do was ask nicely,” he whispers into my ear.
I freeze, my heart rate picking up. A flashback of whiskey dripping from my skin and the way Grayson so meticulously lapped it up floods my mind. The way he licked and sucked my skin, leaving behind a trail of marks—I was so shocked when I saw my chest covered in his bites the next morning. Secretly, I loved the way he claimed me, and I want him to do it again to replace the ones that have faded. I shift further back.
“You doing okay, honey?” he teases. “You looked lost in a memory there.”
Nothing gets past this man. It’s like he can read every filthy thought going through my head. Maybe I’m not hiding it as well as I thought.
