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Seems I can’t quite get Braxton off my mind. I feel a bit perverted actually, thinking of him with my hand around my dick, but I can’t quite help it.
He’s intoxicating in a unique way.
When I arrive home, I stride into my house a bit too quickly and lock the front door, trying to catch my breath. My place is pretty small, with only one bedroom, a living room, and a kitchen, but I have room to expand if I need to.
Right now though, I don’t feel like I need more space. This works just fine.
I reach down and cup my dick and sigh at the relief of pressure applied to it. I’m about to go to the bathroom and jerk one out when McMuffin makes an appearance. She meowsloudly, obviously upset that she’s been neglected, and I let go of my dick.
Seems I won’t be getting off like I want to. Not when the little princess is hungry.
So I push the need away and open a can of wet food, watching as McMuffin inhales it like the little grub she is.
My eyes swivel down to my phone once more, and I see that I don’t have any messages from Braxton, but I do have one from Beck and another from Ryan. I respond to neither and instead decide to go out to the farm and feed the animals. By the time I’m done with my farm chores, I don’t even bother finishing what I started earlier. I just need to keep busy, keep my mind off of Braxton.
Instead, I decide it’s time to wash the dishes, and when I’m in the middle of it, soap up to my elbows, I hear a knock on the front door.
I startle slightly, wondering who it could be. I know it’s not Ryan because he’d just barge in, and I’m shocked to high heaven when I see Braxton standing on my porch. He’s wearing a dark hoodie and jeans, biting on his bottom lip, looking like he’s two seconds from bolting. He’s obviously regretting his decision to come here.
“Hey, Braxton,” I say, my voice slightly uneven as I use my kitchen towel to wipe my hands. “Everything okay?”
“Uh,” he starts, sticking his hands into his jeans pockets. “I’m fine, just was wondering if maybe you’d want to go to the barn again. Or for a drive.”
I stand there stunned, wondering if he’s serious. I mean, he did walk a little closer to me at the farmer’s market than I was expecting, but then he also frowned a lot and looked a little wary of my silly nudes comment. Maybe he’s in a fugue state or sleepwalking. It is getting late. I mean, it’s not nighttime, but it’s not early either, so I don’t think that’s what’s happening.
“God, you know what? This is… I made a mistake. Forget it. This was a bad idea.” He turns to head back to his car, and I nearly trip over my damn feet trying to scramble after him. I catch myself by grabbing on to his arm but not before nearly knocking us both off the porch.
“No. Don’t go,” I manage to blurt. He stops and turns to look at me, gently pulling his arm out of my hold, but it’s okay because he stopped walking away. He’s staying. For now.
“A drive would be great. But how about somewhere besides the barn?”
Not that I don’t want to go back to the barn. I sure would like that. I absently run my fingertips over my lips, thinking about the kiss he gave me up in the hayloft.
He’s watching me intently and my cheeks flush. Actually, maybe weshouldgo back to the barn. Don’t know why I thought we should try something different.
“Where?” he finally asks me, his voice a little rough. But I have a hard time answering because my mind is blank, still settled on that kiss.
“What? Where?” I murmur, and he huffs in amusement at my brain fart. “Oh uh, right. Um, well, how about the creek?” I point down behind the house through the woods. “Wouldn’t even have to get in the car. We could walk. It sure is a nice afternoon.”
His brow furrows, and I think he’s going to turn me down, but instead, he just starts off in the direction of the woods. I grab my flannel jacket just inside the front door and jog off after him, catching up quickly. It’s a little chilly today after the rain we had last night, so I slip my arms through the jacket and tug it closed.
Abra-ham must have caught me leaving the property because he slides through the little doggy-door on my dad’s house and runs after us. Braxton stops in his tracks, glaring down at him. “What the hell is this?”
“Aw, don’t be like that,” I say, scooping up my pig and tucking him under my arm. “He loves to go for walks.”
“But it’s a pig,” Braxton says, his eyes blinking at me with confusion.
I kiss his wet little snout and place him back down next to us, “Yeah, but pigs can be pets, and this one’s special. He loves hanging out. I mean, you’ve seen him at choir practice. Loves to sing.”
“Yeah, I have. He always snorts off-tune.”
“Yeah, but at least he tries,” I say, and Braxton’s lips twitch.
“Okay, fine. Doesn’t matter anyways,” Braxton says, still a little confused, as we head through the field toward the dense trees at the back of my property. As we walk, our mini donkey manages to escape his enclosure, as well as one of the goats, and they both accompany us on our journey through the forest. Braxton seems slightly alarmed at how he’s turned out to be the Pied Piper of farm animals, but doesn’t say anything about it.
No, we just walk in silence as the pig, goat, and donkey trot alongside us. They love exploring new places and this isn’t the first time they’ve come with me on an adventure.
“You’re really something, you know that?” Braxton mutters after a long moment of quiet. “Only you would have a pack of farm animals follow you around like this.”
