Chapter Six #3
“He’s been gone a lot lately,” Owen said.
He and Tyler had been inseparable since arriving on the ranch two years ago.
Owen was Tyler’s opposite in every way. Where Ty was fair-skinned and dark-haired, Owen was sun-kissed and golden-haired.
Tyler was more laid-back to Owen’s assertiveness, yin and yang. “Maybe he’s met someone.”
“Something’s up, and it’s gotta be big,” Tyler replied. “He never misses lasagna night.”
Kieran’s brow furrowed, and Finley recalled his remark about the ranch and its owner being too good to be true. He leaned forward, catching Kieran’s eye, and quietly said, “They’re only teasing. Nothing nefarious is going on.”
Tyler pursed his lips for a few seconds. “Or maybe—” His words died when he saw the glower Ivan aimed at him.
“Or maybe you should shut the hell up and mind your own business,” their foreman said.
Tyler’s face flushed red, but instead of defending himself or making excuses, he nodded and tucked back into his food.
Everyone else did too, and the conversation stopped until they pushed back from the table with full bellies.
They heaped praise on Harry’s cooking as they gathered their dirty dishes.
Harry waved off the compliments with one hand and urged them on with the other.
She stood and gave a mock bow before declaring her work done.
“We’re each responsible for carrying our dirty dishes to the kitchen,” Rue told Kieran as they stood up.
“We rinse and put them inside the dishwashers. Teams of two or three alternate the daily kitchen duties, starting the dishwasher, cleaning the counters, and storing leftover food. That kind of thing. Ivan will let you know when it’s your turn. ”
“I’ll put Kieran on your team and bump Dylan over with Tyler and Owen,” the foreman said.
“Great,” Rue said. “We’re up tomorrow.”
Kieran nodded and followed Rue out of the dining room.
The crew continued their usual banter as they took turns cleaning off their plates and rinsing their cups and utensils before stacking them inside the commercial-grade dishwashers.
Finley hung back and watched them interact like they’d known each other all their lives.
The crew felt like a mishmash of people Cash had pulled into his orbit.
Found family. Finley had heard of it but hadn’t realized he’d been experiencing it since accepting a job from Cash four years earlier.
He’d tried his hand at real estate for a few months after moving to Colorado, but it didn’t feed his soul the way working with horses did.
Finley’s gaze landed on the small purple bag from his mother’s store, and he grabbed it along with Kieran’s payroll advance.
Kieran was already outside, walking toward the cabins with Rueben, who continued to talk a mile a minute.
Finley noticed Kieran’s posture wasn’t nearly as tense or rigid.
He might not be doing much of the conversing, but he didn’t look put off by it.
“Kieran,” he called out. The two guys stopped and turned to face him.
Finley extended the bag to him, but the taller man stared down at the offering like it might contain a deadly snake.
“It’s the salve I told you about,” he explained.
“Harry picked it up from our mom yesterday. And Cash asked me to pass along your pay advance.”
“You’ll want to use the salve,” Rueben said.
“If you think you’re stiff now, just wait until morning.
” Stiff? He wasn’t walking or carrying himself funny.
Had Kieran mentioned he was hurting or had Rue known from personal experience?
Kieran scowled at the shorter man until Rueben laughed.
“I was new here once, and it wasn’t so long ago I can’t remember.
I refused Finley’s kind offer and regretted it deeply. ”
Kieran took the bag from Finley’s hand and met his gaze. “Thanks.”
“My pleasure.” Had his voice sounded husky, or was it his imagination?
Neither Kieran nor Rueben reacted, so it was just his inner tramp wanting to come out and play.
A montage of images featuring how Finley could please Kieran rolled through his brain, and he needed to get away before making a fool of himself.
“I’m heading into Last Chance Creek tomorrow,” Rueben said. “Want to tag along?”
“Yeah,” Kieran said. “That’d be great. Thank you.”
Finley bit back his disappointment. He’d planned to offer Kieran a ride to town, but Rueben taking him was probably for the best, considering the way his body and brain reacted to Kieran. “See you fellas at breakfast.”
Rueben said goodbye while Kieran turned around and walked away but not before Finley saw his cheeks flush again.
Where else would he turn that pretty pink color?
He tamped down the thought until he was alone in his room at the original homestead where he lived with the other two supervisors.
Dylan was in charge of the dog kennels, Finley supervised the horses, and Ivan was the ranch daddy, though no one was brave enough to call him that to his face.
The images Finley had repressed came flooding back the second he locked his bedroom door.
Heat rolled over him like a hot flash, making his clothes feel too tight and itchy.
He pulled them off as he stumbled toward the bed, an oasis where he could get a much-needed reprieve from the sensation overload.
Once bare, his skin felt wrong—tingly and pulsing as if a million ants marched beneath the surface.
He smoothed a hand over his chest and sucked in a sharp breath when his fingertips brushed over his nipple.
Finley’s core tightened and thrummed with need.
His cock was rock hard and aching for relief.
Instead of fighting the urge, he reached inside his nightstand for the two things that would restore his balance.
He affixed his dildo to the headboard with the suction cup, then squeezed lube along the shaft.
Finley picked up the throw pillows and shoved them between the wall separating his room from Ivan’s and the headboard.
He didn’t need to broadcast just how hot and hard the new guy made him.
Finley yanked his covers down and tossed his pillows to the end of the bed.
He climbed onto the mattress and positioned himself on his hands and knees in front of the dildo.
He reached for the lube and worked his asshole open a little because it had been a long time since he’d ridden a dick or anything shaped like one.
Just the friction of his fingers over his pucker and stretching his nerve-laden hole was enough to make him hump the air, his balls swaying angrily between his legs.
Finley pulled his fingers free and backed up until the wide dildo pressed against his greedy hole.
Finley kept one hand braced against the mattress, gripped his cock with the other, and pushed back until the large cockhead penetrated the first ring of muscle.
“Oh god,” he whispered. The burn hurt so good, and he pushed back a few more inches.
Black dots danced in front of Finley’s eyes, and he realized he was holding his breath.
He released it with a lusty sigh and pushed back until the silicone balls were flush against his ass.
His channel tightened around the intrusion, and his dick throbbed in his hand.
Though he hadn’t entirely abstained from sex, jerking off didn’t give him the same thrill.
Finley knew he’d come fast, so he stayed there, stretched wide and filled with a fake dick.
Anticipation zinged through him, tightening his balls until he couldn’t hold back.
Finley eased forward until the fat head of the dildo was the only thing inside him, then slowly rocked back, feeling every inch of the silicone cock scraping against his nerve endings.
He repeated the motion but slid his hand along his shaft.
The images that had teased him earlier gained intensity, morphing from random clips to a pornographic movie.
Kieran had one hand on Finley’s hip and the other gripping his hair as their flesh slapped together.
Finley bit his bottom lip to keep from crying out as he increased the tempo to keep up with fantasy Kieran.
The black dots from earlier reappeared, and his vision dimmed around the edges.
Finley didn’t care about breathing or any other bodily function except the one gaining strength in his core.
Fantasy Kieran bent over his body, pressed his lips to Finley’s ear, and growled, “Come on my cock. Right fucking now.” Then he sank his teeth into Finley’s neck, marking and claiming him. Lone coyote no longer.
Finley released his dick, dug both palms into the mattress, and shoved back against the dildo once more.
His release exploded from him, spurting all over the bedding.
He quickly grabbed a pillow and bit down on it to dampen the sobs of pleasure as he rocked and rocked, riding the wave until the current pulled him under.
He barely had the strength to ease off the dildo and collapse onto the bed.
The orgasm continued to roll through him like an aftershock, and he shivered against his comforter, both hot and cold at the same time.
Eventually, his breathing calmed, and his body settled.
He pushed to a sitting position and winced at the tenderness in his ass.
I’ll feel that in the saddle tomorrow. He’d also be lucky to be able to look Kieran in the eye without his face going up in flames.
Fantasizing about his employee was a big mistake, but he couldn’t work up the energy to regret it.
This brief episode was just a moment of weakness to release some steam.
He’d regroup in the morning, and no one would be the wiser.
Not his know-it-all sister and definitely not the star of his fantasy.
He’d get back on track, call his mom, and…
He couldn’t remember why he wanted to call her. Finley closed his eyes and searched his memory. The answer was right there. He reached out a hand to grab it and fell into oblivion.