6. Craving You
Chapter 6
Craving You
Asher
I stayed back to take care of the ranch while Peter and Phillis went to California. They didn’t know how long they were going to be gone, so I mentally prepared myself to do everything by myself for anywhere from a few days to a few weeks. I assumed they were going to be gone for at least a week, so I was surprised when they called to say they’d be home soon after only three days. This is shorter than I had originally thought, but what scared me the most was who they were coming home with. I found her social media, and fuck, she’s hot. She has this beautiful body with these perky tits. “Fuck,” I say as I get up from my spot on the couch. My cock is tenting my pants from just the thought of her. I know I can’t have her, my dick just hasn’t gotten the memo. She’s my boss’s granddaughter, and as hot as she is, it’s not worth losing my job or dealing with the hassle. What person has only met a couple for two point five seconds before they start making fun of their name? When they asked her what she had packed it was: heels, pajamas, skirts, shirts, panties, bras, makeup, and hair stuff. She sounds like she’s coming straight from California, and I don’t mean that in a good way.
I look down at my bulging zipper and groan.
“No,” I say out loud, with a hand on my hip and the other one pointing at it. Ha, not like it’s going to listen to me. That head has decided she’s the one. It hasn’t been this affected by someone since college, and that’s been six years. Even then, I’m not used to being hung up on one girl, especially since she’s so different from me. We’re complete opposites in so many ways. She can’t even handle owning a decent pair of shoes. It’s not like she’d be able to handle my lifestyle anyway.
I look outside to see the sun setting and decide to take another quick ride. Grabbing my hat, I go to tack up Dom and get ready to head out. I take a moment to reflect and think about what I’m going to do. The skies are painted pink and blue, and I pause to admire the beauty in front of me. I pull my lasso off my saddle and run it through my hands. I don’t have gloves on, so I’m not going to risk actually roping anything right now. I widen my loop and push Dom into a nice canter. With some speed I throw the rope in front of me, aiming at nothing. It feels nice to feel the slide of the material over my hand and feel the adrenaline of trying to make my next catch. There’s power behind having something, or someone, subdued and at your mercy.
I head back to the barn slowly, the night sky quickly eating away at the available light. I think about how my life will change starting tomorrow. I will have to work with a girl that one head wants and the other knows we can’t have and shouldn’t want. I don’t want someone who doesn’t understand me and doesn’t understand my lifestyle. Fuck, I hope these two months goes by quickly.
I whistle, “Come on, Bruno.” I go back to my trailer and get ready for bed. I’m going to need this night of sleep.
* * *
I wake up the next morning and rub Bruno on the head before getting up to start a pot of coffee. Folgers , the best part of waking up. I look out my window to see if their truck is back, and sure enough, it is. They must have arrived some time in the middle of the night.
“Here we go,” I say to Bruno. I let him out the door to do his business and get dressed in my usual attire. I have on a plain white T-shirt and my Wranglers with my Ariat boots. First matter of business is to fill this canteen with coffee and get the fuck out of dodge. I need to get out to pasture to start checking cattle sooner rather than later. I’m hoping the two-hour difference between time zones will give me a bit of an advantage too.
“Whelp, let’s go, Dom.”
It’s noon by the time we get back. We’ve both worked up a sweat since it’s later in the afternoon, and we’ve been out for five hours by now. I’m finishing up hosing my horse down and look up to see Peter standing on the back porch again. I leave Dom tied to the cross ties and head up to the main house to talk to him.
“What’s up?”
“She seems to be still asleep, or she hasn’t gotten out of bed. We’re giving her the day to recover from the jet lag or all the other chaos that she’s been thrown, we’ll have her start with you tomorrow.”
I scoff. “Figures. Princess needs her beauty rest, I assume?”
He shoots me with a glare.
“I’m sorry, sir. I can’t have her checking cattle with me in the morning, though, she doesn’t know how to ride, I’m not sure what I’m gonna do with her.”
“Well then teach her.” The smile on his face is amusing, but I’m not in the mood.
“I don’t have time to teach her, let alone go for a just for fun ride right now. I’m riding to work. If she can’t even get on a horse, she sure as shit can’t work on one.”
“Well, how can I help then? I can go check cattle for you? Or do something else to take a little off your plate? Or shit, even if you just have her start redoing the chicken coop or have her muck stalls, or something.”
“No, no. You don’t need to do anything else.” I relinquish.
“Can we try to find something for her to do? Please?”
I grumble a “yes, sir” and go back to my duties. When I head back to the house later to bring the eggs in, I still don’t see this new mystery girl.
“Ma’am?” I call out. “Philli?—”
I stop short when coming down the stairs is the hottie herself, wearing a tank top and sleep shorts. If I was a better man, I’d look away, but her pointy little nipples are making themselves obvious through her shirt and are begging for my attention.
She clears her throat and covers her chest with her arms. Fuck, I’m officially one of those men.
“Um, can I help you?” she asks.
“Well, yes actually. I’m Asher” I step forward and reach out my hand, but she remains frozen in the same place.
“Oh cool, you’re the guy who’s supposed to teach me shit, right?”
I drop my hand and take a step back. “Uh yeah, something like that. Anyway, I guess be out by seven a.m. tomorrow. I’ll get you set up in the barn and walk you through everything else that needs to be done before I head out to check cattle.” I turn around to head back out when she barks out a laugh.
“You’re fucking hilarious, dude.”
I stop mid-step and turn around to face her.
“Excuse me?”
“There’s no way in hell I’m going out there at seven a.m.”
Oh, she’s a brat too?
“Be there. Don’t make me tell you again.”
It’ll be interesting to see if she listens. This is a dangerous game I’m starting, but right now I don’t care. How disrespectful does one have to be to talk to someone like that after their first encounter? It’s not like I have any say in the matter too.
I give her one last glance before I turn around and go back outside.