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Trent
Waking up the next day, nothing is on my mind but the crazy fun truck of sex last night. It makes me feel like a teenager again, sneaking around from nosey parents. I lay in bed, crossing my arms behind my head and breathing easily.
Last night was most definitely a long time coming. Guys and girls couldn’t mingle with each other at Bull’s Eye, so there was never a chance to have any opportunities with the opposite sex.
Doesn’t mean we didn’t try.
At Bull’s Eye, catching two people together meant they were in for a sore beating, leading to masturbation. If your body didn’t hurt, that is. Wayland Lear is absolutely the most heinous man in the world. I wonder what happened to him to make him so cruel to people. It had to be something traumatic, but still, it gives him no excuse either.
Chasing away the horrible thoughts of a hideous man, I rise from bed fixing a huge smile on my lips. After making my bed, I step into the shower in order to take a quick shower, but the other head on my body takes over. I just couldn’t keep my mind off of the sexy hot woman from last night.
As the warm water trickles down my back, he comes alive. The throbbing only lasts as long as my hand grabbing it and working it out. Lathering my hand with soap and having my mind on spanking her, got me excited.
I work my dick over in the shower, recalling different parts of last night. The sexy banter, pulling each other’s hair, and the feeling of her on top of me. Her smooth skin and wet as hell pussy creates such a hard-on, that while I rub one out, I come so fucking hard in the shower, blasting the tile with my come.
Once I’ve let him have his way, I turn into the water and let it rush over me. I swear, there is nothing in the world like a hot shower after hot sex. I get out and pick my clothes, pulling my jeans on for a hard day’s work. Looking at myself in the mirror, I pull my hair into a ponytail from the top, leaving the rest dangle down onto my shoulders.
Before I head to work, I decide to find Owen and tell him of my fortune. On second thought, it might be best to keep some parts of last night to myself. Just in case he doesn’t get a homerun from her.
While looking for him, I find him by the barn, cleaning mud from the horse shoes. “Hey man,” he says with a bright smile. Looking into his face, I can tell that he wants to know how last night went for me. “So?” he smiles when he says it.
“So,” I hang on a minute trying to drag out the effect. I smile at him and say with a shrug of the shoulders, “We had fun. It was a good time. I’m finding some situations tough to navigate because of all of the shit from Lear’s ranch, you know, being separated from the gals. God, everything got you into trouble there!”
Owen whistles and then flatly states, “You don’t have to tell me about that.” He looks at me sideways.
Nodding my head, “Yeah, I guess I don’t. I was right there with you.” After a moment of thought, I change the subject. “Let’s talk of brighter and better things than that rat ass.”
He winks and says, “Don’t want to make a good situation bad, now do we?”
“Right on,” I point a finger at him, clicking my tongue. “We had a great time, but Kelly did bring up something interesting.”
“Yeah?”
“She asked if you resented me having my name on the ranch when you’re part owner,” I flatly tell him, wondering how that will land on his ears.
He laughs heartily at that and states, “Me? Resentful of you?” he points to me and chuckles, shaking his head. “Like that’ll ever be the case. Did she say why she thought that I’d resent you?”
“Not really. She only said that she was ruling you out of being a suspect,” I say and grab a horseshoe, de-mudding the crevices.
“Well, I don’t resent you at all,” he says looking at me and then back to the shoe. “If I’d had a problem with your name being on the ranch, then I wouldn’t have suggested it. Besides, it suits the ranch perfectly and it’s only fitting for your name to be on it as it’s great to get it back into a member of the tribe's hands.”
I look at him intently for a moment, judging his sincerity. And I know for a fact that he doesn’t resent me. I look at the ground, scoping out the amount of mud coming from the shoe. Just like life. You finally get a nice thing going and in comes some mud to fuck it up. For you to clean up.
“And that, my best bud,” he looks at me, “Is you.”
I must admit that a wave of relief sweeps over my body, as the stress of that discussion melts away. I feel much better having got that off my chest. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she does some super sleuthing during your date with her tonight.”
Owen is silent for a moment as he rids the last horse shoe of mud, dumping it into the water bucket. I study him as he wipes the mud from his hands and walks to the barn. His demeanor seems the same, meaning he doesn’t sound upset about anything I’ve had to say.
I do wonder, however, if he is thinking about me and her. Doing the deed, having sex. I think it would hurt him if I told him, maybe changing the way he feels about his date with Kelly tonight.
Yep, keeping that part to myself is best.
He returns, exhibiting a nervous sort of smile. “If she asks questions, I’ll answer them. At least she’s doing what we hired her to do.”
Yes, but somehow I don’t think her contract contains a clause about sex.
