“Doing just dandy,” I breathe, setting my attention back on my cow. I follow his steps again, this time pointing down at my bucket. I successfully get some milk out with the help ofGrayson's large hand guiding me. I add a second hand, milking them in tandem, getting a rhythm.
“Knew you would be a natural,” Grayson praises behind me, letting me do all the work now. “Maisie’s running laps around you boys. You better hurry up, or she’ll have both your asses in the creek.”
“In your dreams,” Chesney shouts before kicking Lan's bucket out from under him so he goes toppling backwards. He’s covered in dirt, and he looks so funny in his designer outfit.
“Disqualification,” Lan yells, righting his bucket before he’s milking his cow again, looking back and forth between him and Chesney's tins full of milk.
“Done,” I shout, jumping up with excitement. “What’s my prize, boys?”
Grayson’s hand finds the small of my back, pulling me in. We are hidden by my cow just enough. “You can collect your reward tonight,” he promises with a kiss on my cheek before leaving me to help the other guest who actually paid for his lessons.
“Not fair. You had help,” the boys whine. I just sit back and watch the man of my dreams teach people about his ranch with a passion that’s infectious. It seems I’ve caught the bug now too.
Research Notes: cowboys are good with their hands.
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THIRTY-TWO
“A manwho cooksanddoes the dishes? Unheard of,” Maisie teases, wrapping her arms around me as I wash the last dish from dinner.
“I can do a whole lot more than that if you’re good,” I reply, pulling her mouth in for a kiss. A few soapy bubbles from my hand linger on her face. She tries to blow them, but to no avail.
“Now we have matching mustaches,” she jokes, rubbing them away. “Though I’m not sure mine has the same effect. Damn W.P.M.” she grumbles, pointing at my upper lip.
“Do I get to be privy to what that means now?”
“How do you know about that?” She narrows her eyes at me.
I chuckle, pulling her in for another kiss. “You said it the night I took you home from the bar drunk. Something about ‘It’s an inside joke with yourself’and‘I could know if I was a good boy’.”I do my best drunk-Maisie impersonation, and we both start laughing. “Have I been a good boy?” I ask, my voice low and husky.
There’s a mischievous gleam in her eyes when she taps my mustache with her pointer finger, emphasizing each word. “Wet. Pussy. Mustache. One look at that slutty thing, and I’m a goner. Ithink you owe me a trip to the store to replace all the panties that mustache of yours has ruined.”
I wipe my hands off on a kitchen towel and then pull her in. “Is that so?” I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and lean in. “Maisie, I will never be opposed to spending my hard-earned money on buying sexy things to put on your body. Don’t tempt me with a good time.”
She shoves my chest playfully. “You men are insufferable.”
“One man,” I remind her. “Other men don’t exist anymore, honey.” I plant a kiss on her forehead. “And with that, I’m going to wash up.”
The cold water of my shower does nothing to tame my flaming skin. I leave my bathroom door open, hoping the breeze from my room would help. There’s no calming down when Maisie’s involved. I had to get away from her before I stripped her naked right there in my kitchen and took her like the primal animal I become in her presence. Picturing her in some lacy lingerie I picked out for her was getting me harder than the first boner I popped as a teenage boy.
I imagine her naked curves pressed against the shower wall while I pound into her from behind. My forehead connects with the tile wall in front of me, my palm finding my aching cock. It needs release,bad. I’ve been jacking myself off every night, thinking about how she’s taunting me only one door away. It’s torture at its finest.
I squeeze my cock, imagining it’s Maisie’s dainty fingers stroking me. A bead of precum pools at my tip just from the thought. I pump my fist, coating my cock in it from base to tip.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” I hiss under my breath, picking up my pace. Water runs down my face as I pump my cock harshly, picturing Maisie's soft lips leaving kisses all over my body. “Maisie,” I moan, flicking my thumb over my tip, drawing more liquid from the head of my cock. Each time my hand finds the base, I picture hitting the back of Maisie’s throat as she takes me between those slutty lips of hers. “Just like that,honey.”
Something crashes to the floor in my room, and I look up to find a wide-eyed Maisie staring right at my cock from my bedroom. She doesn’t say a word, just continues to stare at my cock like she’s never seen one before. My hand is spurred on by her attention, and I continue to stroke, slowing down to make a show of it for her.
“If you take a picture, it will last longer,” I tease, groaning when my thumb strokes over my slit.
“Shit, sorry,” she rushes out, embarrassed. Does she turn around, though? Not a damn chance. She stares at my cock, licking her lips like she wants a taste. I would give up just about anything to make that a reality. Having Maisie on her knees for me is not going to be the first time I have her, though. I want to worship this angel with my tongue first.
I stroke my cock nice and slow, twisting at the base. “Enjoying the show?”
“Mhm,” she moans before throwing a shocked hand over her mouth. “Fuck, I mean,no.” My girl is thoroughly flustered, her eyes never breaking contact with my throbbing dick.
