Chapter 6
Austin woke with a smile on his face, his body relaxed and his dreams the sweetest he could remember having in a while.
They all starred his sexy next door neighbor.
How in the world did Austin get lucky enough to find his hiding place right next door to a beautiful gay man?
Life was looking up! When he’d made the final decision to move here, he knew his sex life would take a hit.
He wasn’t quite sure what he might do to work it out other than long dry spells and lots of jacking off while he tried to find someone to screw.
Now, all that was taken care of. He just needed a solid game plan to woo said hot neighbor to his bed.
The thought caused him to stir fully awake with the image from last night’s email at the top of his mind.
He played out different scenarios, over and over, to fit that exact image, but they all included him and not the Fisker guy on the receiving end.
He naturally saw himself as the bottom in his and Kitt’s relationship.
Austin viewed himself that way, and any time he found a more than one-time sex partner, he chose to bottom.
Austin wasn’t really the hard, angry man most of the world saw.
That image was the result of the extreme celebrity world he’d lived in.
When he found a regular sex partner, Austin turned more pleasing, and he often wondered if that was what might happen in a true relationship.
He wanted his sex partner happy. He found he gifted a lot.
He had fun in their time together. He laughed, even became giddy and talkative.
Austin encouraged his partner to always be the dominant one, letting himself take a step back and be cared for.
It was such a role reversal for him it took most guys a minute to catch up.
He hoped Kitt liked to top, to take charge, but Austin didn’t even try to lie to himself.
He found he desperately wanted to be buried deep inside Kitt’s tight ass on the first go of things.
To make that happen, he knew he’d have to work for it.
It wouldn’t come easy, and everything always came easy for Austin.
Austin flipped on the shower, brushed his teeth and stepped under the spray.
He closed his eyes still fantasizing about Kitt seductively peeling off that robe of his in his bedroom.
Austin imagined it floating to the floor as Kitt climbed on top of him, sliding straight down his hard, swollen cock.
Kitt would ride him using those powerful thighs to fuck Austin.
The image so perfect in his mind, he could envision Kitt’s oversized rigid cock bouncing and slapping against Austin’s stomach as Kitt moved up and down on him, faster and harder.
Again, for a second time in only a matter of hours, Austin reached low and stroked himself to the same rhythm he imagined Kitt to so boldly perform on his body.
God, the image was incredible and made Austin buck his hips.
He envisioned taking Kitt’s cock in his hand, stroking him as Kitt continued the bareback assault on Austin’s hardened arousal.
Austin slapped a hand against the wet tile to brace himself.
He aimed for the drain as he came. The warm water ran freely down his head, pooling at his chin as he watched wave after wave of his release wash away.
He closed his eyes for several minutes etching this particular fantasy deep inside his brain, wanting to be able to pull it up again when needed.
Damn, if Kitt proved half as hot as his fantasies and dreams made him, Austin wouldn’t ever get bored with him.
The prospect of a condomless fuck intrigued Austin.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had sex without a condom and doubted it would happen anytime soon.
Maybe if he could pursue Kitt and get some sort of exclusive agreement out of him, possibly a few months from now, it could become a reality.
Austin shook his head and forced himself to take a mental step back at the thought of Mr. Tall, Dark, and Fisker kissing Kitt before he drove away.
The wooing process might take Austin longer than he liked.
But whatever, the fantasy could hold him over until he got what he wanted.
Slow it down, buddy. You have to get him away from Casanova and in your bed before you ever get to exclusive years of fucking together.
Austin’s alarm went off at the same time he stepped from the shower, telling him it was seven in the morning.
The cattle were due to arrive anywhere from eight to nine, and he wanted to be out there ready to experience it all.
He knew Mike wouldn’t come get him, even though Austin had made it clear he wanted in.
He was still considered the citified boss.
He hoped to change their opinion about his ranching potential.
He certainly owned the aching muscles to prove he’d worked hard over the last few days.
Austin quickly shaved and dressed in the standard for the area—boots, jeans, and an old T-shirt—before he made his way through the house.
Whooping and hollering sounded from outside.
Austin ducked his head through the curtain to see a large semi-truck with a double-decker cattle trailer being unloaded in one of the temporary corrals they’d built the day before.
Mike, all his security guys, Kitt, and a few others on horseback worked the cattle off the back of the trailer and toward the barn.
“Damn it!” The cattle trucks got in early and he hadn’t heard them arrive. Frustrated with himself for not having judged the situation better, he stalked through the house, out the back door, down the porch steps, and didn’t break stride until he got to the barn.
“When did they get here?” Austin aggressively called out to one of his security guys.
“About an hour ago. The other two trucks are close by,” the guard called back while waving his arms over his head, but the heifer he tried to corral zipped past, completely unconcerned with the crazy man in front of her.
“Damn it! I wanted to be out here,” Austin muttered, grabbing his leather work gloves from the tack room inside the barn.
He judged the situation trying to decide where best he should jump in.
His security team seemed completely useless.
None of them had ever been in this kind of environment.
As much as they rocked at keeping him safe, they sucked as cowhands.
They did as much standing around as helping out. A guy on horseback rode up beside him.
“They got here earlier than we thought. Kitt and Mike were workin’ them off when I pulled up forty-five minutes ago.
I’m Micah, from the farm on the other side of the highway.
” The rider extended his hand, not batting an eye as he introduced himself to Austin.
Micah looked to be in his mid-thirties, healthy, tanned and already sweaty.
A red bandana hung around his neck, his ball cap was pulled low on his head, and his shirt was hanging wet on his back.
He didn’t look like anyone Austin remembered from his school days.
“I’m Austin.” He took the proffered hand and shook it.
“Nice to finally meet you. My two boys are here, too. Rusty’s over there on the horse, and Brent’s workin’ with Kitt. They’re fifteen and sixteen. We all signed that paper Mike asked us to. Your secret’s safe with us. Let any of us know if you need anything.”
“Where do you need me right now?” Austin called out.
“Mike’s movin’ them into the barn. They’re gonna start processin’ and taggin’ ’em now.
You can come with me. I’m gonna take over the unloadin’.
The second truck pulled onto the property from the highway.
It’ll be here in ten minutes. You any good on horseback yet?
” Micah asked, giving Austin an appraising look.
“It’s been a while, but I’ve been picking it back up.”
“Good. Mike has a mount ready for you. She’s tied over there. Come on.” Micah pointed to a horse loosely tied to a fence post and rode off toward the gate to wait for the truck.
A hard day filled with backbreaking manual labor started.
They unloaded both trailers, and Austin managed to do his job reasonably well.
Only a couple of head of cattle got past him, but he was able to draw them back to the herd without any help.
Rusty kept them rounded up, pushing them to the different corrals Mike designated.
Austin was hot, sweaty, and his ass hurt from the saddle, but he kept going all day long.
Mike and Kitt worked the cattle through the stalls like a well-oiled machine.
They didn’t mess around with any of it. They moved hundreds of heads through, tagging, indexing, and vaccinating each of them.
They kept them separated, but together, based on Mike’s overall plan.
If Austin remembered correctly, the herd needed to be quarantined per Texas’s regulations before they could be put out to pasture.
They worked solidly from sunup to sundown.
By nightfall, two-thirds of the cattle were processed, fed, and grazing in a front pasture.
Austin’s security guards gave out hours ago, but Mike, Kitt, Micah and his boys worked the entire time.
They didn’t stop for anything, and didn’t even seem overly tired at the end of the day.
Austin used every acting skill he possessed to pull himself off his horse without wincing as every muscle screamed under the strain of just getting off the animal.
“Boys, it’s gettin' dark out here. I have dinner ready at the house,” Kitt’s stepmom said, stepping inside the barn.
Occupied with his chores, Austin didn’t hear her until she spoke.
Mrs. Kelly was young, not much older than Austin, and strikingly pretty with her long dark hair, deep brown eyes, and olive complexion.