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He reached for the lube and worked his asshole open a little because it had been a long time since he’d ridden a dick or anything shaped like one. Just the friction of his fingers over his pucker and stretching his nerve-laden hole was enough to make him hump the air, his balls swaying angrily between his legs. Finley pulled his fingers free and backed up until the wide dildo pressed against his greedy hole. Finley kept one hand braced against the mattress, gripped his cock with the other, and pushed back until the large cockhead penetrated the first ring of muscle.
“Oh god,” he whispered. The burn hurt so good, and he pushed back a few more inches. Black dots danced in front of Finley’s eyes, and he realized he was holding his breath. He released it with a lusty sigh and pushed back until the silicone balls were flush against his ass. His channel tightened around the intrusion, and his dick throbbed in his hand. Though he hadn’t entirely abstained from sex, jerking off didn’t give him the same thrill. Finley knew he’d come fast, so he stayed there, stretched wide and filled with a fake dick. Anticipation zinged through him, tightening his balls until he couldn’t hold back.
Finley eased forward until the fat head of the dildo was the only thing inside him, then slowly rocked back, feeling every inch of the silicone cock scraping against his nerve endings. He repeated the motion but slid his hand along his shaft. The images that had teased him earlier gained intensity, morphing from random clips to a pornographic movie. Kieran had one hand on Finley’s hip and the other gripping his hair as their flesh slapped together. Finley bit his bottom lip to keep from crying out as he increased the tempo to keep up with fantasy Kieran.
The black dots from earlier reappeared, and his vision dimmed around the edges. Finley didn’t care about breathing or any other bodily function except the one gaining strength in his core. Fantasy Kieran bent over his body, pressed his lips to Finley’s ear, and growled, “Come on my cock. Right fucking now.” Then he sank his teeth into Finley’s neck, marking and claiming him.Lone coyote no longer.
Finley released his dick, dug both palms into the mattress, and shoved back against the dildo once more. His release exploded from him, spurting all over the bedding. He quickly grabbed a pillow and bit down on it to dampen the sobs of pleasure as he rocked and rocked, riding the wave until the current pulled him under. He barely had the strength to ease off the dildo and collapse onto the bed. The orgasm continued to roll through him like an aftershock, and he shivered against his comforter, both hot and cold at the same time.
Eventually, his breathing calmed, and his body settled. He pushed to a sitting position and winced at the tenderness in his ass.I’ll feel that in the saddle tomorrow.He’d also be lucky to be able to look Kieran in the eye without his face going up in flames. Fantasizing about his employee was a big mistake, but he couldn’t work up the energy to regret it. This brief episode was just a moment of weakness to release some steam. He’d regroup in the morning, and no one would be the wiser. Not his know-it-all sister and definitely not the star of his fantasy. He’d get back on track, call his mom, and…
He couldn’t remember why he wanted to call her. Finley closed his eyes and searched his memory. The answer was right there. He reached out a hand to grab it and fell into oblivion.
“So what do you think about the ranch?” Rueben asked not five minutes after they’d climbed into the truck.
Kieran had known when he accepted the invitation that they wouldn’t spend the trip to Last Chance Creek in contemplative silence. Rueben didn’t do quiet, probably not even in his sleep. Normally, Kieran would’ve avoided spending free time with someone as chatty, but his hands were tied. He wanted to get some basic stuff from town, and the alternative would be to ask Cash for a favor or hitch a ride with Finley since the others were still cautious around him. Kieran didn’t trust Cash as far as he could throw him, and Finley tormented him, even in his sleep.
It had horrified him to wake up in a pool of his own jizz in the middle of the night. He’d rolled onto his stomach at some point and humped the mattress while dreaming of going balls deep inside Finley’s sweet ass. Kieran couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a wet dream. Even worse, the realization had only made him hornier when he should’ve been humiliated by the loss of control.
He’d found clean sheets in a cupboard and changed the bedding before taking a quick shower. Kieran had ignored his insistent dick for as long as he could, but tossing and turning on the bed only created friction against his overstimulated body. He’d refused to give in and only managed fitful sleep the rest of the night, which left him cranky as hell when the alarm clock went off. Kieran’s brain might’ve been tired, but his supercharged dick tented the bedding. He’d reverted to his teen years with the perpetual hard-ons since walking out of Arrowhead. He couldn’t risk an inconvenient boner during chores, so he yanked the nightstand drawer open and removed the small bottle of clear liquid he’d found in the purple bag. The label read Monkey Grease, and Kieran hadn’t been sure what the liquid was for until he’d read the directions. His eyes nearly bulged out of his head when he realized it was lube for jacking off. Was this a standard goody bag given to new arrivals? Then Kieran found a handwritten note that made him realize the contents were specifically for Finley, a gift from his mother of all people. He should’ve put everything back in the purple bag and returned it to Finley, but then Kieran would have to explain how he knew the items weren’t meant for him. He’d rather wrestle a grizzly than confess to Finley that he’d read his mother’s message.
My son,
Different cures for different aches.
Love,
Mom
Kieran’s desperation won out over decency, so he uncapped the Monkey Grease and sniffed the contents. He didn’t know what the scent was, but it was pleasant. A hint of vanilla maybe. Then he had to test out the viscosity by squeezing a small dollop on his middle finger and rubbing it against his thumb. It was slick without being thick and sticky. He couldn’t stop thinking about what it would feel like against his dick and how it would feel to have someone else use it on him. He’d splayed his legs on the softest mattress he’d ever felt and fingered his hole while jerking off, wishing it was Finley’s hands and fingers and coming hard enough to see black dots.
The first person he saw at breakfast was Finley, whose hair was still damp from a shower. He smelled woodsy, citrusy, and delicious, stirring something inside Kieran he didn’t understand. Sure, the guy was gorgeous, but he’d met plenty of good-looking men who didn’t wage this level of chaos on his libido. Abstaining for nearly two years probably had a lot to do with it, but Kieran didn’t pop wood whenever the wind blew, and he didn’t fantasize about the other hot guys on the ranch. Only Finley affected him this way.
Kieran had a hard time meeting Finley’s gaze and only offered a cursory response when his boss asked how he’d slept. Taking the hint that he wasn’t in the mood to chat, Finley made an excuse to go into the kitchen. Kieran’s dick move made him feel guilty, and he started to apologize, but then he noticed a slight hitch in the man’s usually graceful gait. Was Finley stiff because he’d given the salve to him? He didn’t have time to bring it up before the rest of the crew arrived and teased Finley mercilessly about how he’d injured himself. The outlandish remarks and Finley’s good-natured responses made him smile and eased his guilt. It was plain to see how much the crew respected and cared for one another. But then some of the remarks turned a bit suggestive, sending Kieran’s thoughts down an entirely different path. Finley’s face flushed bright pink, and he darted his gaze in Kieran’s direction a few times. If he didn’t stop looking at him, the crew would think Kieran had put that hitch in his giddy-up. Luckily for them both, Ivan shut the comments down. The guys offered token complaints until Harry diverted their attention with a platter of pancakes.
Kieran ended up in line behind Finley again, and his mind returned to the gutter when he caught a whiff of Finley’s soap or aftershave. He wanted to press his nose against Finley’s skin and discover where the scent was strongest. Kieran’s gut clenched and his lust stirred.Christ. If he stayed at the ranch long, he’d need to add masturbation as part of his morning ritual. Wake up, stretch out the stiff muscles, brush his teeth, shower, and jerk off. There were much worse ways to start each day.
“Probably too soon to tell if you like it, huh?” Rueben asked, snapping him back to the present.
“The ranch is gorgeous, and it’s honest work.” It was basically a nonanswer, but it would have to do.
“Did you use the lotion Finley’s mom made? Stuff works wonders.”
“Yeah. It helped a lot.”
Kieran bit his bottom lip to keep from laughing. Rueben had surely referred to the salve, a true miracle worker, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the Monkey Grease. If he were honest, he couldn’t wait to get back to the cabin and use it again. He’d spent five hours working closely with Finley, and it didn’t take long for sweat to mix with the scent of his soap. The combination had only revved Kieran’s motor, which had pissed him off and made him surlier. The madder he got, the harder he wanted to fuck.
Kieran might’ve been removed from the dating scene for a few years, but he could tell Finley found him attractive too. He wasn’t used to having people invade his personal space, but his boss didn’t seem to have any qualms about it. Kieran would detect a slight hitch in Finley’s breath, witness a nostril flare, or catch that green, green gaze raking over his body whenever they bumped into one another.
Their chemistry was a recipe for disaster or explosive sex. Christ, he had to get out of there before he did something stupid like push Finley up against a stall and kiss his lush mouth. It wouldn’t stop there because he knew Finley was right there with him in the insane attraction. He wasn’t sure if that made him feel better or worse. A one-sided fascination would be easy to navigate, but he wouldn’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell if Finley gave him the green light. And if the gorgeous blond made the first move? Spontaneous combustion came to mind.
“Just hang in there,” Rueben said. “I promise you’ll adjust quicker than you think. The other guys will warm up to you, and the work gets easier.”
Kieran thought of Ivan, the beefy foreman, who either watched him like he might steal the silver or gazed at Finley with puppy dog eyes. Why that bothered Kieran was a mystery. While he had no intention of stealing from Cash, he had ulterior motives for being there, and Ivan instinctively knew it. Kieran just had to be careful not to screw up and give Ivan ammunition to use against him. As for Finley, he had no claim on the man’s time or body. Ivan obviously had tender feelings for Finley, and Kieran would be wise to encourage the sexy blond in the ginger giant’s direction. He tried to picture them together, locked in an embrace, but it just made his blood boil. He forced his attention back to the stilted conversation Rueben was trying to have with him.
“I actually like the work,” Kieran said. “It’s physical and rough on the body, but you can step back and see the fruits of your labor.” There was no waiting for things to click into place or pan out. Working with the foster horses would be a different story, but he figured it would take a while for him to advance to that point, and he planned to be long gone by then. “I’m used to being the one on the outside looking in,” Kieran said. “It doesn’t bother me.”Anymore.
“Nah, that’s not how it works here, amigo. We’re family. Maybe not by blood but how it counts. I know the perfect solution. Come to poker night at the old homestead. Give the guys a chance to get to know you.”
