Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Kerry had snapped amazing photos along the way—who knew what a budding amateur photographer he’d become—even capturing a throng of fireflies one evening for Sienna.
She was so touched, she’d had them blown up and framed for the store, which remained as popular as when it first opened. I even helped out a couple of days a week. In fact, I did a little bit of everything on the farm, wherever I was needed, which had been a steep learning curve but made me feel useful.
Once I got more settled, I’d resumed sessions with Dr. Barnes and Mercy, learning how to saddle and ride him, while healing myself in the process. I still had episodes and nightmares, but they were more infrequent now.
George, Marta, and Ainsley had thankfully welcomed me with open arms, but it had been Kerry’s family I was most concerned about. From our first Sunday dinners with them, Mrs. Carmichael seemed thrilled, even if it took a bit more prodding to get Mr. Carmichael to even address me properly as Kerry’s boyfriend. So telling how the respect for my service to the country vanished as soon as he found out I was as queer as his son.
But I wouldn’t let it get either of us down. We were a united front now, and I could see it reflected in Kerry’s eyes how much he needed that—someone to have his back.
Besides, they had new challenges with Hunter, who’d announced his decision to join the rodeo circuit again. Apparently, Kerry’s friend Zee had offered him a road-crew job on his team, and Hunter had accepted without any qualms. Dinners were tense after that, but then Brad had stepped up in a big way, accepting the ranch manager position, no doubt to impress his future in-law. But he also seemed to enjoy ranching as much as Travis.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked, adjusting myself on the saddle.
“You know how sexy you are on that horse,” he mused. “I’d take you right here if I could.”
I laughed because I wouldn’t put it past him. We’d christened many different places on this farm over the past six months. My favorite was the night Kerry made love to me at the edge of the pond under a canopy of stars.
“At least wait until we get inside,” I said with a playful wink. Though we wouldn’t be alone. Brad, Sienna, and Ainsley were finishing lunch and promised us a roaring fire upon our return. This was how our weekends had gone during the worst parts of the winter, and I looked forward to it. We had become our own little makeshift family. Brad and I had even developed an affinity for a certain racing game that we sneaked in every time the television was free.
We still maintained separate bedrooms—well, most of the time—because Kerry was sort of old-fashioned, which didn’t surprise me in the least. In fact, it was one of the things I’d come to appreciate about him. The way he saw it, we were still in our first year of dating, and someday we’d be much more. Brad and Sienna had a similar arrangement, with him staying over on weekends.
But we had plans, and that felt amazing.
Sometimes after we put Ainsley to bed, the four of us would go outside on the porch, or sit around the fire on colder nights, and talk about our future. Brad and Sienna seemed very well matched, and he planned to propose by the end of the summer. He’d even asked for our help in choosing a ring.
Sure enough, as soon as we got the horses safely back in their stalls, Kerry pinned me against the wall, already unbuttoning my jeans and falling to his knees.
“Just need a taste.” His voice was scratchy with need as he slipped his thumb over my tip, which was already damp.
“We’re gonna make a mess,” I said, but my legs were trembling with anticipation as I opened my jacket to give him better access.
“Won’t spill a single drop,” he replied, carefully placing his hat on the floor beside him.
Clutching my thighs, he hummed as he licked a bead of precome from the slit. That alone nearly sent me over the edge. The way he seemed to savor every moment.
“Ah, fuck,” I said, my voice needy as he enveloped my shaft in his warm mouth. He sucked with perfect pressure, skillfully using his tongue and little scrapes of his teeth to drive me wild.
“Missed this,” he said after he pulled off, then licked the underside of the crown. “The way you smell and the sound of your voice, all hoarse for me.”
I wouldn’t argue that he’d had me plenty. The man was insatiable, and I couldn’t complain because I needed him in exactly the same way.
My fingers gripped fistfuls of his hair as he held me steady in his mouth, expertly edging me. But I didn’t want to wait, I was too close, so I arched my hips and thrust my cock toward his throat. His eyes rolled back because he liked when I was rough, and he gave back in-kind.