Chapter 8
Chapter eight
Hayden
CORRALLED BY THE COWBOY
I leave Wen snoring in the queen bed and step outside into the cool night air, wrapped in my warmest coat and wearing her Ugg boots, because while I packed for the cold, I didn’t expect it to be this cold.
How is it that out here, forty degrees Fahrenheit feels so much colder than it did in the city?
Maybe it’s all the cars and lights that keep you feeling warmer.
The stars glistening above me are a welcome change to the cloudy sky back home, though.
It’s easy to forget that the sky is filled with stars in other parts of the world.
I hear a soft moo and wander toward the warm glow of the mini barn. Surely the animals are all asleep by now.
“There you go, little one,” Connor’s voice carries on the cool night air, and an excited shiver runs through me. I inch closer to the door of the barn.
“You just needed some time to settle, didn’t you? That’s it, good boy,” he says, and I imagine him telling me that. Calling me a good boy as I take his cock deep into my throat and swallow him.
My cock twitches.
I inch the door open a little and peek through.
It’s mostly open areas stacked with straw and hay bales on one side, but on the side closest to the cove, there are areas fenced off by wooden rails, and that’s where I find Connor.
He’s holding a bottle of milk through the section where Kiki is sectioned off.
His jeans hug his ass in perfect rounds, but as I open the barn door wider to get a better look, it creaks, and I step to the side, heart racing.
I should run back to the cabin, but my feet won’t move.
It’s like the cold night air has crawled into Wendy’s Ugg boots and latched onto them, holding them in place.
Fuck, please just think it’s the wind. It’s a ranch.
There’s wind out here. Just keep feeding the adorable mini cow, and don’t come looking out here.
My heart is beating so loud in my ears, I’m sure that if he even comes near the door, he’ll hear it pounding and know for sure someone was lurking out here.
“Nial, if you’re trying to scare me, you’re shit out of luck. I could smell that cheap cologne of yours a mile away.”
I’m not even wearing cologne, I think as I slowly inch away from the door, my legs are finally working.
I watch where the light peeks through, waiting for him to come out and totally bust me.
Then my foot catches on something, and I stumble back, but instead of falling on my ass, I hit a wall of warmth, and his strong arms spin me around.
“Oh, it’s you,” he says, large hands still gripping my arms.
“I…I’m sorry, I just. I heard noises and…”
“You shouldn’t be out this late at night.”
“Why? Will one of the animals try to kill me?” I ask, turning my head side to side, a new fear unlocked.
He laughs, letting me go. My face is on fire, my heart is still racing, and I shove my sweaty palms into the pockets of my coat.
“So that’s a no to the killer animals then?” I ask, digging the toe of Wendy’s Ugg boot into the dirt.
“Out here, you’re pretty safe, just don’t go climbing any fences. Brutus is quicker than he looks,” he says with a relaxed grin.
“Brutus?”
“The big bull in pen two. Actually, best to steer clear of all the bull pens. The cows are sweethearts, but those boys will wreck you.”
I’d like to wreck him, I think, my cock thickening a little.
“So why are you out here anyway?” he asks, leaning on the doorframe, his gaze sweeping over me before his lips pick up on one side in a sort of smirk.
Did this guy just check me out? No. No way is cutie cowboy interested in my skinny ass.
I try not to laugh at the ridiculousness of that idea as I turn and gaze up at the sky.
“Wen snores,” I reply, and he chuckles.
“You two don’t live together then?”
I snap my attention back to him.
“Do you mean Wen and me?”
He nods.
“Hell, no. I mean. We’re not together. She’s my best friend, that’s all. I wouldn’t. I’m gay,” I say, one hand over my heart like I’m pledging something he should already know. I don’t think I’ve ever been mistaken for a straight man. Not in the last fifteen years anyway.
“Oh, umm, that’s good,” he says, taking off his hat to scrub his hand through his hair, the tie holding his mess of blond locks at the back coming loose, and fuck me if I didn’t already think this guy was a god, seeing those locks of blond fall down and frame his Adonis face would have done it.
He twirls the mess around and shoves his hat back on to hold it in place.
The hair was tamed, but my body was on the verge of feral.
“I mean, cool. That she’s your friend, and you’re not, that being straight is a bad thing.
I know lots of straight people. I used to be one of them. ”
“Umm, okay,” I say, unsure what the polite response might be.
“That came out wrong. I guess I was never straight. I thought I was. But I’m not.” He lets out a sigh. “I’m gay, too.”
His head dips low, the cowboy hat hiding most of his face, only his chiseled jaw peeking out from below.
“I’m sorry. It’s been forever since I’ve done this.”
“Talked to another human being?” I ask, and he laughs.
“Not talked with, but flirted, yeah.”
No way did he just say that. Maybe I did fall back there, and maybe I cracked my head on the cold ground, and this is all a hallucination, because no way did Connor just say he was flirting with me.
“Look, I get it, you came here for a holiday, I didn’t.
I wasn’t. I’ll go now,” he says, turning, but I step closer, the breeze swirling his scent of leather and grass and wood over me in a delicious warmth, and I grab his arm and turn him to face me.
He’s still tipping his hat low, but rather than lift it, I raise his head, and when his piercing blue eyes blink slowly and move to my mouth, I push up onto my toes and kiss him.
I wrap my arms around his thick neck as he scoops me around the back with one arm, lifting my toes from the ground, and swings me toward the barn. I deepen the kiss, his tongue letting me take control, as he carries me through the door into the warmth.
Without even lowering me down, he pulls the door closed with his free hand and then grabs my ass and lifts me higher, guiding my thigh around him to straddle his waist. My heart is racing.
Never have I ever been handled so easily.
He could throw me over his shoulder and carry me off into the woods, and there’d be nothing I could do to stop him.
Normally, this is where my obsession with serial killer podcasts would throw a cold blanket over the fire inside, but nothing about being manhandled by Connor scares me. I want it.
My back presses against the hardwood wall, his large hands slip under the hem of my jacket at the back, sweeping up my spine and sending a shiver of electricity through me down to my balls.
He moans into our kiss, and I hug my legs tighter around him. His bulge is straining against the thick denim of his jeans, and it digs into my ass, so I slide my hand between us and cup him through his pants.
“Fuck, yeah,” I say, breaking our kiss, then moving my mouth along his hard jawline to the soft, salty skin of his neck as I start working him through his jeans.
He moans again, and I go for the belt buckle. He grips my ass pulling me tight against him, grinding my groin against his bulge, both of us hard and desperate for more.
His head lolls back a little, and his hat falls to the ground, and when he sweeps his fingers through his mess of blond hair, letting his hair out and surrounding me in strawberry and ash, I bite down a little in the crease of his neck, tasting his sweet, salty skin.
“Oh fuck, I want this so bad,” he groans, and I finally get his belt open and fly down, his hard, leaking cock springboarding free between us.
And fuck me, he’s thick. My fingers don’t reach all the way around him, and his veins brush against the tips of my fingers with each stroke, making me wish desperately that I could see all of him.
To taste him. But he’s still holding me up against the wall, hard body against mine, hands exploring my back like he’s memorizing every curve.
I shift my legs, lowering them a little, and he gets the idea right away, stepping back to let me stand, my grip on his hard cock never failing.
“Holy hell, you’re big,” I say as my gaze sweeps down to where I’m stroking him. He smiles, going for my fly.
“From what I can tell, you’re not half bad yourself.
” He grins, and then he’s got my pants shoved down to my ankles and my shirt over my head.
His thick fingers wrap around me, slowly stroking in time with my grip on him.
“Fucking perfect,” he sighs as his gaze sweeps over my body.
The way he looks at me, like I’m the river and he hasn’t seen water in a year, sends a surge of electricity through me.
I smash our bodies together, kissing him hard as I work his thick cock faster and faster.
I’ve never really been a one-night stand kind of guy.
The whole idea of one-night stands goes against everything in my life that makes sense.
I am a planner. A man who loves his routines and knows what to expect, or at least when it comes to the big things.
The only real uncertainty in my life is whether or not I will like the place I am reviewing.
It’s a small thing, really, but it always brought a little excitement and nervousness to my day.
But in a totally controlled way; I planned it that way.
This is so far from planned, and I am totally here for it.
It’s like my body can’t be close enough to him, and as I step forward, his back is now against the wall, and I break our kiss and release his cock, a soft whine escaping his lips.
But I go for his shirt buttons, working it open quickly and shoving it over his shoulders to the floor.
His chiseled chest glistens with sweat, and fuck me if it isn’t like looking at a Greek god.
I rest my palms against his pecs, sliding them down over his hard nipples, my fingertips swirling around them for a second on their way past, and he bites his lower lip, resting his head back against the barn wall.
“Oh god, you’re a tease,” he sighs, stroking me slowly with one hand as he brushes his other hand through his hair, gripping it tightly at the back like he’s trying so hard not to lose control. I know that feeling. But it’s the control I have over him right now that is so fucking hot.
I lean forward and slide my tongue over his nipple, a shudder rolls through him, and I reach between us. I grab his wrist and maneuver his grip on me until I’ve wedged us together, him holding us from one side and me from the other. His cockhead nudges under my crown and sends a pulse through me.
I swirl my tongue around his nipple again, and he moans, stroking us together as I move in time, too. I reach my free hand around to his ass, cupping his cheek tightly, digging in my nails when his cockhead brushes against the sensitive glans around my crown.
His free hand slides around my back, like the first time he scooped me up into his arms, only this time he doesn’t lift me, because right now, we’re lined up fucking perfect.
Instead, he just holds me there, palm spread wide against my back.
I suck his nipple into my mouth, rolling the bud around as the pressure inside me builds.
His grip tightens on our cocks, strokes coming faster, and then his free hand drops to my ass, grabs me tight, and works the cheek up and down, grinding us together in time with our hands.
I don’t take my mouth away from his nipple for fear that I’ll scream out his name so loud that the entire ranch will hear.
Instead, I bite down, and like that, I have broken the last thread holding him back, heat floods between us, and a second later, my balls are tight, aching, and desperate for release, and I unload, too.
“Oh, fuck,” he moans as his grip on my ass softens. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” I say with a chuckle, stepping back. He grabs his shirt from the ground and hands it over.
“Here, you might want to clean up before putting your shirt on, we got a little…messy,” he says, and I follow his stare to the ropes of glistening come on my stomach and chest. I lick my lips without thinking, and he smirks.
“Wondering what we taste like?” he asks, and my cheeks burn.
He closes the gap between us and wraps his large hand over mine as I grip his shirt against me.
“I was wondering the same thing,” he says, then he slides his finger up his stomach and brings it up to my mouth.
I hold his stare, my mouth open, salivating at the scent of us, just waiting to get that first taste.
He skims over my lower lip with the tip of his finger, sending a shiver through me that has my dick reacting far sooner than it ever has before.
Then, as his finger slips just inside my mouth, his lips are on mine again, his tongue swirling around his finger in my mouth, my tongue moving around his, too, tasting him, tasting us, and now all I want is more.