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Trent
Icould feel the steam leak from my ears as she said the words.
If I weren’t such a gentleman, I’d tell her off and rightly so.
Another threesome? I’m still not okay from the first one, which wasn’t even twenty hours ago, for fuck’s sake. Without a word for the second time today, I leave their presence as quickly as I can. Heading back to the barn to get my horse, I feel like a pouting child stomping away from his parents.
Shaking my head, I turn into the barn, just pacing back and forth. I’m so fed up that I don’t know what to do. I continued to pace until a light path was worn under my boots, with small edges of hay lining the path.
How in the hell?
I put the saddle back on the horse, snuffing and snorting, not wanting to go out anymore today. “Sorry, girl, but I have to get away from here,” I tell her, putting the bit and bridle on. “And as far away as I can get.”
I mount the muscled beauty and pull her reins toward the field. As I ride out, my hearts and mind keep in sync with one another. I can’t even keep my mind clear of the images from the previous night’s romp.
So, why would I want to do it again so soon?
I don’t. And I’m willing to bet the entire ranch that Owen is just as freaked out as I am. I hate it for him. Owen has had so much happen in his life to break his trust from people and society in general.
If I could, I would go back and beat the shit out of his dad, maybe his mom for letting it happen. But his asshole of a father is the real culprit. Always getting drunk, beating his mom up, and when Owen tried to intervene on her behalf, which was often, he got some whoopins.
I’m glad my mom saw him all those years ago sitting on the curb by his mailbox. She brought him home and fed him, cleaned his clothes while he borrowed some of mine. I didn’t know him at all and in my own stupidity, I thought mom bought him from some store to be my brother.
Owen wouldn’t talk much back then. But, it was soon after that we did. Been friends ever since. Owen’s distrust of people still gnaws at the back of his head; however he is working on it. I’ve always felt the need to be his protector. Like a big brother.
As I gallop through the field, making my way to the small stream that runs behind the tree line at the back, I continue to think about my relationship with Owen. I’m terrified that our friendship will come to a screeching halt over all of this mess with Kelly. And she’s part of the problem.
She comes in here all hot and heavy, getting mine and Owen’s dicks up in arms. I’m beginning to have some frustration towards Kelly now, too. I mean, it’s one thing to go on a date during an investigation, but quite another to fuck around with both of us and then add threesomes in the mix.
Seriously, how in the hell is that even legal? If she’s supposed to be a protector of people, then why is she taking advantage?
Add to that cesspool, the fact that she’s really not doing her job, here at the ranch. I found the fence busted, not her. Her investigation is surrounding my dick and Owen’s dick, seeing just how far she can take this.
It’s hard enough already.
I get to the stream and lower myself down from the horse. Placing myself on my usual stone, I sit and listen to the bubbling water flowing over the rocks in the bed. It’s always a good way for me to calm down and I’m grateful to have such an escape.
Besides the worry that I’ve got over mine and Owen’s friendship, I have this pain in my heart for my missing cattle. I wonder if they’ve been sold, or worse, hurt in some way. I wish I would’ve paid more attention so this wouldn’t have happened a second and third time.
I pick up a few small stones and begin skipping them across the water. Tossing away a bit of frustration with each stone, I try to breathe a little lighter and slower, but the jumble of conflicting thoughts and feelings is still going strong.
It’s difficult to breathe when so much is going on around you that you can’t even think straight. Your thoughts become a jungle of roots and no matter how you try to sort them out and cut them down, some still remain twisted and tangled forever.
Sighing, I sit back down on the large sedimentary rock. I pick up a stick next to me on the ground and pull out my pocket knife, beginning to whittle it down to a point to stab my eyes out for even looking at Kelly.
I damned well know she isn’t the only one that has blame in this situation. I’m coming to grips with my own fault here, and it’s not easy to look at yourself in that way. But when you’re wrong. You’re wrong.
I’m as wrong as they come. I shouldn’t have been Johnny-on-the-spot asking her out after only meeting her that same day. And only three hours earlier than when I asked! Talk about blame. I have no right to blame others where I share fault.
I toss the stick aside and put my knife back into my pocket. Wiping some dirt from my ass-end, I climb back up on my horse. Looking at the night sky that is settling in, I trot back toward the ranch. Taking in the vibrant colors before me and still hearing the babbling brook to my back, I press forward over the field.
If I don’t get back, Owen and Kelly would come looking.
Lord knows, I don’t need that on my conscience.
