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I don’t waste any time getting him back into my mouth, my lips immediately hitting my hand still gripping the base.

Kayla is beside me on her knees working me open when she whispers, “Do you want him to fuck that tight ass of yours? I bet that downward curve will feel heavenly.” A moan crawls up my chest, and I know she’s right about that curve hitting that spot inside me. “I’ll get the condom ready.”

He must have heard her words, because as she tears the wrapper of the condom with her teeth and I continue bobbing my head until I feel him jerk in my mouth, spraying down my throat.

His deep voice rumbles as he tries to pull from my mouth. “Fuck, fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t even—” But I don’t let him back away. My fist grips his balls harder, pulling slightly to keep him in my mouth where I so desperately want him.

I swallow him down desperately as I chase my own orgasm to the sounds of his groans and Kayla’s head bobbing up and down on my length. She knows I’m close, and even though the stranger’s cock is softening in my mouth, I don’t want to release him.

Her hand reaches under my balls to work those same fingers back into place where she stretches me to her liking and hooks her fingers slightly, finding and holding pressure on my prostate.

“Fuck, Mistress, yes right there.”

She sucks me to the back of her throat, adds a little more pressure to my prostate, and starts to roll my balls in between her fingers—I see stars.

“I’m going to come, Mistress.”

Her head continues to bob up and down and I take that as my sign to finally let go. “Yes! I’m coming, Mistress!”

She moves to stand over me before squeezing the sides of my jaw with her hand, silently telling me to open for her. I do as I’m told and she lets my cum fall from her lips into my mouth.

“The fuck-toy gets all the cum tonight.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

We hear rummaging through the hole, like he’s fumbling with his pants, then “Fuck! I’ve gotta go find my ride…” almost like hearing me finish is what pulled him out of whatever haze he was in, and that’s fine for me.

We need to go find wherever-the-fuck Miles ran off to in his drunken state.

SEVEN

MILES

1 MONTH LATER

Macy whines as I knock the debris out from her hooves, picking out all the hay and dirt crammed in the grooves. It never hurts her, nor any of the other horses, but I swear it’s like cutting the nails of a toddler all the same.

Whining and crying, tooting and hollering, for absolutely nothing.

“Oh, would you shush, you old bat?” I grumble as she neighs again. “Why are you the only one giving me trouble today, huh?”

I’m surprised by the soft, feminine voice that answers. “Maybe because you’re an old man who needs some ‘youngins’ to put you in our place.”

The sound of Kayla’s voice has me standing straight and turning toward the barn door. I feel like I’ve hardly seen her or Collin the last month, which is absolutely wild considering we live in the same fucking house.

“You know this horse is probably older than you, right?”

She chuckles as she walks up. My eyes take her in slowly—from the loose, ripped jean shorts hugging her dark thighs, all the way to her braids that have threads of pink in them—before I finally meet her brown eyes.

God, if the pink in her hair didn’t make me pause and think of that night over and over again.

But there could be no way.

Right?

Her breath hitches slightly under my gaze. “You got me there, chief.”

I shake my head. “Cowboy, ma’am.”