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Stumbling through rain, I managed to make my way past a field and to the barn. In the darkness and blinded as I was by the torrential downpour, the cow near scared me to death when I first got inside. But as the night progressed, the old heifer brought me some comfort, because her presence meant that someone would be out early to milk her.
I push myself to sit up a little further, thanking God above that at least, for all the shitty things that had happened last night, my brothers hadn’t been here to witness my embarrassing lack of riding skills or my freak-out over a bovine.
Those idiots would have howled like hyenas if they had seen that stallion buck me.
I shake my head slowly as I think about my three brothers. Sometimes they call me ‘Slick’ as an insult, referring to fact that I’d gotten the hell out of dodge and went to live in the city for some time. My dad always said it was adolescent jealousy and nothing more, based on the fact that he had entrusted me with the corporate side of our business. I try to laugh it off like he does, but the truth is I don’t completely trust my siblings, which is why I’m sitting in this barn, cut up and in a pickle.
Well, somebody’s got to clean up their mess.
I used to be annoyed with my father for always putting the burden on me to take care of the family, but the last few days with my brothers has reminded me of just how useless they can be.
And not a damn one of them would have helped me. Not like Darcy did.
Darcy.
I let my mind wander from my idiot brothers to the beautiful woman who’s been taking care of me.
All day long, I could hear Darcy puttering outside, busy with chores. She’d occasionally peek in to check on me, and then just as quickly rush away.She probably doesn’t know that I was awake for most of her visits, I chuckle at the realization.
Yet, her touch was always gentle. She’d smooth a small hand over my forehead or neck, testing for a fever. I know I’m not running a temp, but her presence throughout the morning hadfeltlike a fevered dream. A hazy fantasy, filled with long, brown curls; beautiful chocolate eyes; and a curvy, womanly body.
She’s beautiful, I realize.And sweet as all get-out.
Looking down at the bandaged gash again, I add,and smart as hell. I might have appeared to Darcy as being somewhat comatose, but I was actually acutely aware of her presence the entire time she had been dressing my wound, too. She was quick, clever, and careful, and completely at ease with the blood and gore of it all.
It didn’t hurt that she was a hell of a beauty to look at while she worked, helping keep my mind off the pain with her soft-looking skin and dewy glow. I grin at the memory of her bending over me, her button-down shirt gaping open to reveal a full pair of tits underneath. Damn my cock had gotten hard seeing her like that. Her tits are huge, creamy white, and the pink tips had made me go stiff with desire. Thinking about those rosy bits, my cock firms up again.
Poor thing must’ve gotten quite the shock seeing my cock when she cut off my pants.I chuckle, tickled at the idea. Surely she’s had a man before.
I look around the gloomy barn, and it occurs to me that maybe shehasn’tseen much of penises or men. It’s obvious that she’s the only one doing anything on the farm. Not just from how run-down things seem to be but because Darcy herself looks completely worn out. She’s gorgeous, of course, but also tired. There are slight lines of weariness around her eyes, and her skin is pale.
No, it’s not her appearance,I correct myself because Darcy’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.It’s her spirit. Something’s weighing on her.
Suddenly, I realize that I haven’t sensed anyone moving around outside other than the gorgeous girl.
Well shit. I guess it’s true that old man Fields kicked the can.
I had heard the rumor, especially from my brothers, but folks in this area aren’t too keen on gossip. Plus, the Fields family has always been notoriously private.Tooprivate, come to think of it.
Pondering what I’ve just realized and emboldened by Darcy’s obvious interest in me, I decide to change tactics. I know that my brothers are going to have my ass for not sticking to our plan, but it occurs to me that there may be a better way to get what we wantandmaybe help out this poor young girl in the process.
Slowly, gripping the sides of the stall wall for support, I clamber to my feet. I carefully cinch the horse blanket tighter around my hips and stand fully erect.All right then, buddy.Let’s go with the gut feeling.
I take a deep breath and slowly start to make my way out of the barn toward the farmhouse. While I already feel better, some weakness still remains, likely due to the hunger and blood loss. I grip the walls for support and slowly pull back the barn door and step into the yard.
As the sunny day disappears into a bright pink sunset, I take in the world beyond the old red barn that has been my refuge. An old mare grazes idly in the pasture next to me, taking little to no notice of my presence. Chickens cluck in the yard, snapping at bits of food leftover from the day. The old cow looks up from her grazing and moos a little, either in warning or happy to see me on my feet.
Immediately across the yard, I see the farmhouse, and through the kitchen window, Darcy. The breath catches in my throat.
Damn, she’s beautiful. Even doing something as mundane as cooking.
Limping, I make my way across the yard toward the front door. Darcy doesn’t appear to notice me, so I use the moment to my advantage to take in my surroundings. The house is a big, flat-shingled thing and its simple majesty strikes me in the gut.
Must be the original home they built, I realize with awe.
The homestead is two-stories and nestled among old spruce trees. It’s the very picture of charming. A wraparound porch hints at lazy summer days, while looming trees promise to shade its visitors from broiling hot afternoons. I close my eyes and I can almost smell the Carolina jasmine and open them to see a delicate vine winding its way along one of the picket fences.
On closer inspection of the scene unfolding before me, however, I notice that the property, while still retaining its majestic aura, is now falling apart. The paint on the walls is chipping away, and it looks as though there may be termites working their way into some of the wooden posts on the fence. As I climb my way onto the wraparound porch, my foot slips through the bottom board of the first step. It goes clean through, as if a scene in a comedic movie.
