30. Zeke
Zeke
“ I think that’s enough for one damn day,” Clay groaned, wiping the sweat from his brow as we stood back from our handiwork, the screened-in porch section of our omega-suite renovations completed after a day of sweat and elbow grease.
“Yeah, after I hose off a bit, I’ll start haulin’ the deck furniture out there for her.
Get the glider set up, so she can relax and listen to the crickets at night.
” I stretched my arms above my head, my hands covered with dust and dried bits of paint and wood stain, my hair slicked back with sweat.
“Don’t have to worry about the bugs or any of that nonsense. She can be comfortable when she gets up at night and wants some air,” Clay agreed, pleased with our progress for the day.
“You wanna come down and help me close up the stalls and everything before we call it a night?” I elbowed him gently in the ribs.
I knew Clay would just as soon have gone and washed up himself, but I figured, why not guilt the Bossman into helping me finish up for the night?
It was so rare to get the extra set of hands.
“Fine, fine, I’ll go—because if I don’t, you won’t let me live it down for weeks.” Clay scoffed a laugh, cuffing me on the shoulder as he led me down to the stable.
We had barely begun closing up for the night, Clay crouched low behind one of the stalls to scoop feed into buckets for the horses when Dakota came careening around the corner, a wild shine in his eyes and Piper’s sweet honeysuckle scent pouring off him in waves.
Before I could stop him, he blurted out, “And that’s another one for yours truly—I have officially taken the lead.” He hopped the wooden stall gate easily to the center post.
I opened my mouth to warn him, but his pocketknife was already in hand, the short, stubby blade flashing as he flicked it open, its gleaming point carving a third tally neatly beneath the initial “D” carved into one face of the center post.
“The first time with Monty, the bonding, and just now, in the shower,” Dakota boasted.
“What in the hell is going on here?” Clay boomed, appearing from behind the next stall over, his face pinched with a sour expression.
Dakota jumped in surprise but quickly recovered, folding his pocketknife back together and spiriting it away.
“Oh, we’re uh—just being silly!” he laughed innocently. “Boys being boys and all that.” Dakota did his best to casually lean against the tally post, covering any evidence of our tomfoolery.
“Do you two think I’m stupid?” Clay snorted, coming around to the post and pushing Dakota out of the way.
“This has got to be the most juvenile shit I’ve ever seen.
” He laughed, shaking his head as he took in the first two faces of the four-sided post—the letter Z, along with my two tallies on the first side, an uppercase D with three tallies below on the second.
“Don’t tell me—Montana too?” Clay stepped back, incredulous as he took in the sight of the M with two tallies beneath.
“I expected this kind of behavior from you two idiots, but not from Monty.” He scrubbed a hand over his chin thoughtfully before looking to the blank face of the post.
His expression shifting, Clay moved his fingers absently as his eyes stayed fixed on the smooth, blank space of wood.
“Listen, Clay, we didn’t mean nothin’ by it,” Dakota began, preparing to repent.
Before Dakota could get another word out, Clay was at the wood post, his own pocketknife in his hand, marking a C into the previously blank face of the post, and adding two proud tallies beneath his initial.
“Not a fair contest if you don’t tally all the competitors,” he grunted out under his breath. “Enjoy that lead, Kota—it ain’t gonna last for long,” Clay challenged, a glimmer in his eye.
While I had no need for dick measuring with the guys in the barn—as my meat was by far the most massive, even if Clay did have the biggest knot and the most add-ons to his natural factory equipment with that Jacob’s ladder of his—I was eager to earn my third tally all the same.
I had never turned away from a little healthy competition, but my motivations for “winning” this contest had more to do with Piper than my desire to claim the title of champion.
Montana was still on Maisie patrol—sitting cross-legged on the floor in the living room, taking “tea” with Maisie and a host of stuffed animals and plastic ponies—and didn’t even notice me as I slipped past them, my hair still dripping wet from the shower.
In the golden light of sunset, Piper stood on the wooden steps between the sliding door to the kitchen and the small patio and grill space outside.
I followed her gaze to the rippling line of mountains on the horizon, purple shadows against the vibrant reds and oranges of the dying daylight.
“Well, ain’t that the prettiest sight in the world?” I sighed, drifting in behind her, my hands finding the pinch of her waist, my lips pressed to the shell of her ear.
“Yeah, it’s beautiful. So many colors, and the sun looks like liquid gold.”
“I was talking about you, but the sunset isn’t half bad, either,” I teased, leaning down to kiss her neck.
“Oh, please, you’re a sweet talker, Zeke,” Piper giggled, leaning back into me, her eyes still fixed far away.
“Nuh-uh, not even.” I spun her around to face me, taking her chin gently between my thumb and forefinger as I tipped her face up toward me. “I’ll tell you every day till you understand just what a beauty you are, Pipes,” I protested earnestly before planting a kiss on her lips.
“Hmmm, and what about you, Zeke? You’re quite the pretty boy yourself,” she purred, pressing up on her tiptoes to get another kiss—this time, with little velvety touches of our tongues swirling against one another.
“I am more than happy to hear what you think about some of my finer qualities,” I rumbled back mischievously, helping her hands beneath the hem of my T-shirt, those tender fingers exploring the well-defined ridges and lines of my abdominal muscles.
“Yes, you really have quite a lot of things going for you.” Piper sighed dreamily as I helped guide her backward with me toward the patio glider, her hands traveling lower toward the buckle of my belt.
“You don’t say,” I urged her on, my hands sliding over the cool fabric of her sundress at her hips, moving back over the curve of her pelvis until I was cupping the high, round cheeks of her ass, pulling her against me.
“Not to mention your absolutely massive—”she paused meaningfully for a moment as she ran her hand down the bulge in the front of my jeans“— heart.” She giggled, giving my throbbing knot a good squeeze through the straining fabric.
“You’ve already got my body and soul,” I rumbled, easing myself back into a seated position on the patio glider. I pulled Piper toward my fingers, walking them up beneath the hem of her sundress. “Right now, I’d really like to give you my heart ,” I growled, the need in my voice plain.
I slouched down on the glider bench, pulling her slick-soaked panties down as Piper checked frantically over her shoulder for any sign of Maisie or the others.
“Don’t you worry—Monty’s two cups deep in a tea party with Princess Pinkie Poodle and the rest of the Pink Princess Patrol, and he’s got Kota and Clay for backup. We’re just fine.” I undid my belt buckle, freeing my massive erection. “Now, come let me take care of you.”
Piper hiked her skirt around her hips and straddled me, the two of us taking a sharp breath as she began to lower herself onto my length.
“Damn it, Pipes,” I hissed, my hands taking hold of her hips as she slowly began to seat herself more fully, my cock disappearing inside her inch by inch.
“How dare you feel so damn good,” I growled low against her throat, her quads and glutes firing as she took her time to allow her pussy to stretch and clench around me.
“I’m sorry, give me a minute. I’m so tight and you’re so big.” She whined a little, and it was all I could do not to hook my hips upward in a deep thrust.
“That’s okay, Pipes, take your time. I just wanna make you feel good.” I lay kisses from her neck down to her breasts as she sank deeper, her mouth slowly coming closer to mine.
“Oh my god,” Piper groaned as she fully seated herself on my cock, and my knot soaked in her honey just outside her slick lips.
Our mouths met and our bodies gyrated against one another, helped along by the gentle rocking motion of the glider.
We moaned softly into each other’s mouths as we moved as one—Piper rolling her hips downward into me as I rolled my hips upward.
Breaking the kiss, I moved my hands from her hips to the smocked bodice of her sundress. Gently, I pulled down the stretchy fabric and began to run my tongue over the ring of crescent moon teeth marks I’d left on her right breast.
“Zeke!” she gasped, her hips grinding down against me, as though she could force my knot inside.
“You just keep saying my name, Pipes. I love the way it sounds out of your mouth, especially when you’re about to come,” I rasped, reaching up beneath her skirt to squeeze her ass cheeks as she rode me.
“You’re so deep ,” she moaned as I levered my hips upward on her downstroke.
“Just you wait till my knot’s inside—and I fill you up.” I picked up my pace, her breasts bouncing as I increased in speed and intensity.
“Oh god, Zeke, I want your knot and your hot cum inside me.” Piper gave a high-pitched whine, her blue eyes screwing closed as I hooked my arms through hers. I gripped her shoulders tightly as I pulled her down onto my knot in a single powerful thrust.
“Zeke!” she nearly screamed, muffling her sounds with her cupped hand until I crushed her mouth with mine. Her moans reverberated into my open mouth as her pussy muscles fired madly around my cock, her sweet pussy milking my knot for all I was worth.
The two of us collapsed against each other—me limply slouched in the patio glider, Piper a gasping deadweight on top of me.
We were still panting, knotted together, when Dakota poked his head out of the sliding kitchen door, his eyes taking in the sight of us.
I knew what he was seeing—Piper disheveled, her skirt fanned out over both of our laps and the telltale bunching of denim around my ankles, revealing that my pants weren’t fully on, even if he couldn’t actually see anything beneath the chiffon strawberry print of Piper’s sundress.
“Are you kidding me?” Dakota whined like a bratty teenager.
“That’s three.” I grinned, holding up an exhausted OK sign, proudly brandishing my three fingers.
Dakota’s mouth spread into a thin, flat line.
“Three?” Piper sighed, lifting her head from my shoulder. “Honestly, between getting you in and the knot, I’d say it was closer to four times you made me come,” she hummed dreamily before pecking a kiss onto the very tip of my nose.
Dakota, fuming, uttered a spiteful, “Maybe we should count those too. I’ll definitely take the lead,” before he disappeared back through the sliding glass door.
“What was all that about?” Piper blinked, bleary-eyed after our feats of athleticism.
“Oh, don’t worry about him—he’s always been a little jealous of me.” I winked. “Comes with the territory when you’re the biggest one in the pack,” I teased, rocking my hips upward and sending Piper on a momentary ride, since our bodies were still linked together.
“It sounds tough.” She moaned a little. “But something tells me you can handle it.”