Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 121083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Frustrated beyond words, Kitt took a too cold shower, standing under the spray until his cock finally settled down. He dressed quickly with his lips chattering and his fingertips blue, but the icy shower did the trick. Until his body warmed up again, causing his cock to spring back to life.
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After three of the quietest days he could remember, Austin lounged on the back porch. He’d loved every minute of the peace. He refused to check email, and only answered text messages from Cara and his agent if truly necessary. Except, he rarely found them necessary. The nights were perfect in his little slice of heaven, and even though it was early fall, the days were as hot as he remembered. The nights came on earlier every single day, and by seven in the evening, the air turned cool. The only thing that vied for his attention were the crickets and shooting stars, shining brightly in the sky. God, he loved this life.
So far, Austin hadn’t found a need to turn on the brand new plasma HD television installed the day before, nor a desire to sit on any of the expensive leather furniture delivered that morning. The back porch worked perfectly for him and represented all he seemed to really need in the world. He kicked back in a lawn chair. The light breeze blew, an AM/FM radio played old country classics and he held an ice cold Corona in his hand with a small cooler sitting at his feet. If he stayed true to his most current goal, the cooler would be empty before he went back inside for the night.
From the best he could tell, Mike appeared to still be working in the barn. The guy easily worked from before sunup to way past sundown. Austin spent most of the day lending a hand to get ready for their cattle to arrive the following morning. He found he’d turned soft over the years, no matter how many hours he’d logged in the gym, or how muscularly sculpted his body looked. Apparently, all that amounted to was looking good on the screen. His body wasn’t suited for any true manual labor. He already ached in places he hadn’t even known could ache, and for whatever reason, he loved that too. This whole place gave him a sense of belonging. One, he found he’d completely lost along the way. Austin felt like he’d really pulled his own weight today which might be the best feeling of all.
A grin spread across Austin’s lips at the thought that he might actually get a real suntan again, not one of the spray ones he’d grown accustomed to living the Hollywood lifestyle. Maybe, he’d look as hot in his real tan as his next door neighbor did in his. And just like that, much like he’d done about five hundred times over the last twenty-four hours, Austin looked out over his pasture in the direction of Kitt Kelly’s house. Just like every other time, the ridge obscuring his view refused to move, but if it had, Austin would have been able to see the little log cabin out in the distance.
Kitt Kelly was a problem. He stayed firmly under Austin’s skin, having never strayed too far from his mind since the moment he stormed off, refusing to look back. But, it was okay Kitt didn’t turn back. Austin did enough looking and lusting for both of them. After watching Kitt swagger away, Austin came straight back to the house to text Cara one simple question. Nine simple words, ‘What kind of a man wears Andrew Christian underwear?’
He knew the answer, but wanted reassurance from a professional shopper, and his fake fiancée fit that bill. And just like he’d known it would be, the answer he got back was clear, ‘Gay men with money or husbands whose wives buy them.’
The information didn’t come free. He’d then spent the rest of the night trying to convince Cara he wasn’t already hooking up down here and possibly blowing their cover. Which technically was completely true, he didn’t lie at all. But, he planned on changing it very soon.
Based on Cara’s assumption, Kitt would be a gay man with money. If run properly, these farms could bank, but he wasn’t so sure Kitt fit the mold of a prosperous rancher. If Kitt had money, he wouldn’t have sold such a prime piece of land. So the next question might be, who was it that bought Kitt that expensive underwear? Perhaps a boyfriend...jealousy Austin couldn’t comprehend kicked up in his heart before his competitive side kicked in. Both feelings were odd and unexplainable considering he didn’t even know his new neighbor.
With one leg propped on the porch rail, Austin leaned back in his chair and thought about the past. He remembered Kitt from their school days. Not real well, but he did remember one particular time in the locker room shower. Kitt was at the end of his freshman year and Austin was about to graduate. Even remembering the scene he’d walked into had Austin feeling a little like pervert, but he remembered it clearly: Kitt Kelly was hung. Something happened to the boy during his freshman year. He transformed from skinny kid to grown ass man in a matter of months.
It was funny how some things stuck with you. That one glimpse of Kitt standing all alone under the hot spray…oh yeah, Austin looked. He wasn’t going lie to himself even as wrong as it felt. He’d fantasized about Kitt for months. In his visions, Austin had him on his knees, both from the front and back. Kitt regularly starred in every possible position Austin could dream to put him in and turned out to be perfect for any gay man’s wettest of wet dreams. Now, as Austin sat there on his porch, he wondered if Kitt had gotten any bigger.
His eyes darted back in the direction of Kitt’s house willing the man to appear before him. He lost track of everything as he thought about how Kitt might look walking toward him right now, completely naked, that huge cock hard as steel. The thought dried his mouth and had him taking a long draw from his cold beer in an attempt to cool off his now hot and bothered body. Completely caught up in his daydreams, he didn’t catch Mike’s approach until he was already walking up the porch steps. The inattention was incredibly unusual for Austin. Over the last few years, he’d gotten almost paranoid about sensing when anyone tried to sneak up on him.