Page 19 of Miles

My eyes stay locked on it, watching it jerk and twitch. As Kayla’s orgasm fades, Collin’s sounds die down.

I’m the first one to speak. “I’m never gonna be able to walk into this barn again. Not without a boner at least.”

Kayla’s answer comes out breathily. “And we haven’t even had real sex yet.”

Collin’s tone is light as he says, “Thank god there was a ‘yet’ at the end of that sentence.”

Kayla laughs. “Oh, yet indeed. In fact, I do want a shower… but I think it’s time our cowboy bred a hole, eh?”

I swallow roughly, panic spreading. “Breeding? But… but you’re on birth control. It’s way too early for anything like that.”

And when one of her eyebrows raises in a are you dumb way, I know that I’m done for. “Who said it was my hole that you were going to breed?”

ELEVEN

KAYLA

The sight of my boss peeling himself out of his clothes in his gigantic bathroom after just eating me out like his life depended on it was definitely not on my bingo card for this year.

And yet, as my eyes take in every inch of him, I have no complaints.

But it’s Collin who voices my thoughts. “Jesus. Why is there so much muscle? Aren’t you, like… ancient?”

I wince.

Not how I would have phrased the compliment.

Miles turns his head toward Collin with a look that shows a full mixture of fuck you and thanks all in one. “I’m only in my forties.”

Collin blushes and waves his hand toward Miles’ abdomen. “Yeah, but like. Muscular forties. I dunno. Is this what men in their forties are supposed to look like? Men at bars aren’t this jacked.”

I cut in before Collin can make more of an ass of himself. “He’s calling you a DILF in the most elaborate way possible.”

Miles blinks, and I swear that my mouth nearly salivates as his hands go to unbuckle his belt. God, if I don’t love anything more than a man’s hands. I hate men, but I love their hands.

“DILF?”

“Dad I’d like to fuck,” I respond.

He snorts, and seconds later, he stands completely naked in front of us. From messy, barn-sex hair—courtesy of my fingers nearly pulling it out—to ripped muscle, to his hard and heavy cock pointing right toward me.

Including the tattoo on his pelvis.

Emma.

Yup. Still depressing. But yet, still so fucking hot.

I take a step toward him and wrap my hand around his length. He hisses through his teeth, and the knowledge that I can undo him so easily makes me want to suck him off right here, right now.

I’m stopped from doing just that as Collin pulls at one of my braids. “Nuh-uh. Shower time. Your rules, beautiful.”

Miles looks between us with hazy eyes. “Rules?”

I turn to Collin with a smirk as I raise my cropped T-shirt over my head before helping him out of his own shirt. Collin smiles as he responds, “She can get UTIs very easily. Like, bad. It’s a whole thing we’ll fill you in on. But yeah. Bathroom and shower between anything that may count as a round—and especially when laying in fucking hay.”

As I pull Collin out of his shirt, Miles coughs awkwardly. “I’m not supposed to say sorry, right? ‘Cause I’m not.”

Collin holds up one of my waterproof bonnets, and I blink in surprise.