Chapter 11
Chapter eleven
Connor
CALL ME A GOOD BOY
The murmur of farm animals carries on the breeze along with the scent of straw and his caramel-scented cologne, quickening my pulse. My hands cup his arms as he deepens the kiss, tongue fighting mine for control, desperate, greedy. Perfect. But he pulls away.
“You must be freezing,” he says as I slide my hands down his arms.
“A little, but you were doing a great job warming me up,” I say with a wink that I hope comes across as seductive and not as weird as it feels to do it.
His tongue swipes at his lower lip in reply, and my cock twitches.
Fucking hell, what is it about this guy that has me so twisted up inside?
I know that it’s been forever since I was with anyone else, but that’s not exactly new for me since arriving at Beaker Brothers Ranch, I’ve hardly dated at all.
If you can even call it that. Seeing him crouched by the side of the pool, coaxing Chewie out with his gentle voice, calling him a good boy, fuck, I wished he’d call me that.
I’ve always been the big tough guy everyone wants to take control, but what I want, what I really fucking crave, is finding a guy who’s man enough to bring me to my knees.
Maybe that’s what it is about Hayden. He’s not the tallest or the most muscular guy, but he didn’t even hesitate to take me the way he wanted, and fuck, that’s hot as hell.
“As effective as I might be at warming you up, we should probably still get you out of those wet clothes.”
“Are you propositioning me?”
“Oh, I thought that part was clear. Hell, yes. Now get that sexy cowboy butt inside and strip.”
“As you wish, darlin’.”
Through the door, he scans my small place, a genuine smile on his lips, it only widening when he lands on the cat tower in the corner I installed for Lulu, my pygmy goat.
She’s too small to sleep with the other minis, but I take her out for cuddle sessions.
Sometimes during the day, she’ll hang with Cuddles, Dean’s pigmy goat, while I work, but other than that, she’s in here with me.
Right now, she’s sleeping in a padded little house cut out in the middle of the tower, and while she stirred when she heard us enter, she settled again right away.
I try to strip down my jeans, but cold and soaked through, they cling to me, and I stumble and fall against the wall with a thud.
“Do you need help?” he asks, and my pulse quickens.
“That would be great, actually, yeah.”
He closes the gap between us, the same confident smirk on his lips he had before he kissed me, and he slides his palms down the front of my jeans, slowly inching deeper on either side of my groin, and I close my eyes and let my head fall back against the oiled wooden wall.
Slowly, he sweeps them around my hips, his palms warming and separating my cold skin from the thick wet denim until he reaches my cold ass.
He gives the cheeks a squeeze and then pushes the denim over top. Getting them down my legs is a little more challenging as the fabric grips to my skin. Finally, with them around my ankles, I step out and glance down at him kneeling there in front of my hard cock.
He grips me firmly, and I let out a soft moan.
“I think I should warm this appendage first,” he says, and then he takes me into his mouth.
“Oh, fuck. Take all the time you like.” I grin down at him, watching every stroke and curl of his lips over my cock.
His stare meets mine, and deep frown lines etch in between his eyes as he comes off me with a pop.
“Are your lips a little bluer than they were before?”
“Maybe,” I say, giving them a rub. They’re tight and cold under my fingers.
“I think we need to get you warmed up quicker,” he says, climbing to his feet. “Do you have a shower?” he asks, turning in place, and I laugh.
“I actually do,” I reply, reaching for a crank on the wall beside the end of the bed.
The bed starts to rise, and when it’s high enough that he can see under it, he spots the dark gray mosaic tiles that I laid across the floor covering almost the same amount of space as the queen bed.
It clicks into place against the ceiling, and I step backward into the area and reach above me to where the showerhead is hidden under the bed itself, the coiled hose feeds through the frame to the edge, then loosely hangs to where it connects to the pipes that run under the cabin.
I turn the lever by the showerhead to start the flow of water.
His eyes go wide like he’s not sure he believes what he’s seeing.
I know my place is cool. At least, I think it is.
It took forever to come up with a design I wanted, and then even longer to actually do it.
I slept on a mattress on the floor of the cabin for months.
Dean and Nial kept asking me to come stay in the house with them.
They didn’t understand why I preferred being out here in the middle of the ranch, connected to the mini barn at the back of the cuddle cove.
But that is where I find my peace. With these amazing animals that have brought me so much peace.
My family’s money comes from breeding and slaughtering cattle, a lot of cattle.
But here with these cows, on the Beaker Brothers Ranch, they care for them in a way I never knew people could care for another living thing.
Maybe that’s why I don’t give a fuck that my supposed legacy is going to my cousin.
It’s not the legacy I want to leave behind.
Showing people how special cows are, how healing just hanging out with them for a few hours can be.
That’s what my legacy is going to be. I just hope that whoever this critic is, they really show how awesome the ranch and its attractions are.
I grab a loofah and soap from another hidden compartment above me and start soaping up my body, the warm water already doing wonders to bring my core temperature back up. Hayden’s hungry stare is also pretty fucking helpful.
“Are you coming in?” I ask, and I don’t think I’ve seen a guy strip off his shirt so fast.
“This is incredible,” he says, kicking his shoes off at the same time as he strips out of his pants, kicking them to the side, too. “How do you stop the water from just going everywhere?”
“There’s a screen,” I say, waiting until he’s under the water to reach over on the far wall, pop open a tall, narrow door, and pull out the extendable screen. “I wanted to keep the cabin small, but still have everything real size.”
“This is extra-sized. My shower at home isn’t this big. You designed this?” he asks, turning to take in the space. I reach forward and pull him against me.
“Designed, built, plumbed, the works,” I say, kissing the soft skin where his neck meets his shoulder before turning him around. “Being out here, you get good at working with your hands.”
“I remember you being equally gifted with your mouth,” he teases with a pump of his brows and a devilish smirk on his lips.
“I bet you’re gifted in all kinds of ways,” I say, and the blush of his cheeks deepens.
His mouth finds mine, and immediately I’m achingly hard. I drop the loofa and hold his waist, my large hands fitting perfectly at his sides, like he was made just for me.
His hands are everywhere, sliding over my back, down my arms, like he’s exploring every curve. He slides his palms down my chest and around my sides, sending a tickle through me and breaking our kiss.
“Ohh, someone is ticklish,” he says with a smirk.
“Way more than I’d like to admit right now, all wet and soapy in the shower, completely exposed.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I don’t want to bring you to laughter. I had more…orgasmic goals.”
“I’m up for whatever you like,” I say, peering down into his dark eyes, a nervous swirl in my gut.
He brushes my hair behind my ear with one hand as he moves his other around to squeeze my ass.
“That’s good, because if you haven’t been able to tell, I kind of have a thing for being in control.”
“You can do whatever you want…or tell me to do something. I…I’d like that,” I say, biting my lower lip.
“Oh, you would, would you?” he asks, pushing up on his toes to be closer to my height, but I’m still a few inches taller.
I nod because there is a giant lump in my throat stealing my voice.
“Good boy, now turn around and show me that perfect ass.”
I turn so fast my head spins, or my head spins at the rush of being told what to do by Hayden. Either way, I’m dizzy with excitement. His fingertips gently sweep over the ridges of my shoulders and then down my arms, lifting them up.
“Hands on the wall,” Hayden says, his voice throaty and sexy as fuck. “Don’t move them from right there. I hope you’ve got continuous hot water,” he says, and I nod, hoping he knows it’s a reply to both his statements.
I feel his presence shift to move away, and I turn to see him pull back the screen a little to reach for the small stool I keep for Lulu to get up on the bed.
“Eyes front, in fact, close your eyes,” he says, and a rush of anticipation sweeps over me as I do as he says.
The noises of the ranch are being drowned out by the sound of the water and the thumping of my racing pulse.
I feel the air shift as he steps closer again, the soft thud of the stool being placed down on the shower floor, and the water hitting the top of it in a light patter.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he says, warm breath sweeping over the soft skin at the crease of my neck and shoulder before his tongue and mouth make contact again, sucking and kissing and sending shivers through me.
He uses the loofah to soap up my back, moving it over my ass, the bubbles tickling the sensitive skin at the backs of my knees as the water washes the soap away.
“I love the way the scent of leather clings to your skin,” he whispers, letting the loofah fall to the tile floor, and he moves his kisses to my back.
His hands cup my ass, then he slides one down the back of my thigh, lifting my leg up until my toe catches just slightly on the edge of the stool before resting on top. His hand slides back up my leg as his kisses move down my back.
His mouth moves along my skin.
“God, that’s good,” I moan, and he grips my ass again, then slides a finger down my crease. “Hayden.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Never,” I breathe, and he slides his hand over my ass cheek again, his finger slipping into the crease once more and teasing me.
His kisses move down, hands gripping my ass cheeks, spreading me open as his mouth moves lower.
The water streams down my back as I desperately wait for what’s to come.
My excitement surges as his mouth tracks lower, his hands spreading me wide.
“Oh, god,” I moan, fingers trying to dig into the wood-paneled wall as his tongue circles my entrance and waves of pleasure wash over me.
He slides one hand up the front of my leg until he’s cupping my balls and gripping them, tugging down slowly as he circles my hole again with his tongue.
Hayden moves his grip to my cock, stroking me. I’m leaking, desperately inching closer and closer to ecstasy as he teases my hole with his tongue.
Then his fingers are there, the first pushing inside with a sting that is overshadowed by the pleasure rippling through my body when he brushes against my prostate, and I cry out.
“Holy fuck.”
“That’s my good boy,” he says, his warm breath sending a shiver through me, and I almost come right then, biting down on my fist to try to hold on.
“Fuck, I love hearing you call me that,” I say through heavy breaths.
“And do you love…this?” he asks, adding a second finger and swirling his tongue around the rim. He’s stroking me harder, faster, moving in time with the thrusts of his fingers inside me, and I’m so close.
“You know I do,” I moan. “Say it again. Say it again, and I’ll come for you.”
He leans in close, his breath teasing as his fingers move in and out, and my balls ache for release.
“Come for me, like a good boy,” he says, and then his fingers push deep, curling against that perfect spot as his mouth closes over my rim and I can’t hold back anymore. I don’t want to. So I let go.
“Fuuuck, Hayden!” I moan as my balls pull up tight, and electricity surges through me as ropes of come coat the shower wall.