Chapter 7 #2
Once he made it to his back porch, Austin felt like congratulating himself.
If anyone knew how sore he really was, he’d die.
The back-porch entry led him straight into his living room and kitchen area.
The big windows spread all along the back part of the house were outfitted with remote-controlled plantation blinds.
Just a touch of a button closed them all quickly, but since they had been installed, Austin kept them up, leaving the windows completely open.
It gave him such a sense of peace and normalcy to be able to look out and see nothing but wide-open flat lands.
Austin couldn’t wait to get out of the sweaty, dirty clothes he’d worn all day.
He tracked a small trail of dirt across his marble floor as he made his way to his bathroom.
He worked off his boots and then peeled off his jeans and dropped his underwear, kicking both aside once he hit his bedroom door.
The T-shirt made it close to the hamper in the bathroom.
Austin had let the decorators come in and finish the house over the last two days.
He’d stayed discreetly hidden, tucked away in the barn.
He’d also scheduled the local grocery store to deliver once a week.
They left his order at Mike’s trailer every Friday.
His Spanish, non-English speaking, senior citizen housekeeper apparently had one of his hands bring it down to the house.
Mike hired the housekeeper before Austin arrived, swearing she had no clue as to his identity and would absolutely keep things quiet.
She turned out to be one of Mike’s aunts and did a fantastic job.
She even cooked for him a little. Spicy hot, jalapeno-filled foods, but extremely delicious nonetheless, He was grateful for it.
Austin padded across the floor of his bathroom in nothing more than an exhausted smile.
He didn’t touch anything, knowing a fine layer of dirt coated his skin.
The shower was hot and he let the pounding of the water spray down across his shoulders and back.
He rolled his thick muscles under the spray trying to loosen them.
By tomorrow, the aches would be at an all-time high.
He ran his hand over his stomach, feeling each defined abdominal muscle and could tell he’d already slimmed up.
For years, he’d worked out daily to maintain the bulk and six-pack stomach.
Closer to his retirement, he’d let the strict workout regime go a bit and had put on a few pounds.
But the real work he now performed would slim him right back up quick, trim him out, and it looked to already be happening.
Austin stepped out of the shower and took a minute to shave, brush his teeth, and pluck a stray hair or two.
As he stood there looking in the mirror, combing his sandy blond hair in place, he again thought about Kitt.
Austin had watched the sway of his ass as he came by the barn today to check his cattle for infection.
Kitt didn’t come inside the barn, staying outside the whole time, but it was a perfect angle for Austin to watch him out of a window.
Kitt bent over checking the animals, as if inviting Austin to take a good long look at his ass.
And, he did. Kitt so had that perfect, cowboy-swagger thing going on.
He wore it well and pulled it off so naturally it was like he invented it himself.
Even when Kitt had worn those casual khaki cargo shorts, a loose-fitting T-shirt, and flip-flops, he couldn’t hide that cowboy strut.
He carried his long, lean body with confidence and ease.
Austin had witnessed his temper firsthand, but he also knew it wasn’t who Kitt was as a man.
He hadn’t ever forced himself on anyone.
He was a natural-born leader. Austin wasn’t sure Kitt knew that about himself based on the blush that rose on his face when Austin had mentioned it in the kitchen.
From spending time with Kitt and the others Austin learned that, in the group, Kitt usually came to the answer first, but he always let the others settle into it before pushing forward with the plan.
There was no doubt Kitt was the boss out there.
The one the others looked up to, and the one Austin desperately wanted to be buried deep inside.
That thought led Austin to another: he prayed again Kitt would bottom at least on occasion. Natural-born leaders like Kitt were rarely bottoms, but the more Austin waited, the more he wanted in Kitt’s tight ass. He wanted it real bad. It was absolutely the most prominent thought in his head.
Austin opted for a pair of blue jeans and a polo going commando in the process.
His big plan for the evening was to cook dinner, maybe grill a steak and watch some television before turning in.
It might seem a boring night to many, but for him it sounded perfect.
As he walked through the house, a stray thought slammed into his head and a smile hit his lips.
The only question, would he be able to pull it off?
=?=
The warm water of the pond soaked into Kitt’s skin as he floated on his back.
The evening was coming on quick. In contrast to the warm water, a cool breeze blew across his skin, sending goose bumps springing up along his arms and legs.
They were in the midst of a true Indian summer.
It was quickly becoming one of the hottest Octobers on record with a heat wave breaking century-old daytime highs, but the nights were still cooling down nicely.
Kitt fought back a yawn, hoping he’d be so badly worn out from the day’s work, he’d have no choice but to get some sleep tonight.
Thankfully, Mike didn’t need his help anymore today.
This morning, Kitt made the official announcement to his staff at the barn, that he’d be sending Jose over in his place for anything Mike needed in the foreseeable future.
He figured Mike would need some help in breaking the herd up and sending them out to pasture.
Jose should have no problem filling in for Kitt.
After their impromptu meeting, Kitt worked himself into the ground.
Anything requiring manual labor, he did himself.
He still hadn’t called Sean to let him know of his decision and decided to put it off another day.
He needed to talk to Jose and Lily first, check their schedules to find the best time to go to Dallas this weekend.
Once he got done over at Mike’s place, where he successfully managed to dodge Austin, he got a call about a fence break on his property. The repair only took minutes, but corralling the herd back inside took some time.
As they broke for dinner, Kitt’s stepmom met him at the barn, panicked.
Some four-legged something got into her prized garden and apparently ate quite a bit.
She’d found enough to know that whatever the culprit, it dug under the fence this time instead of going over it.
While she finished preparing everyone’s dinner, Kitt repaired the damage to the garden’s fence and anchored it better into the ground, making this long day even longer.
This time when the yawn threatened to come out, he didn’t stop it.
Thank God, tonight, he would finally sleep!
He’d opted to skip having dinner at the house.
Instead, he’d fixed a plate to eat later and took it back to his cabin.
He’d driven the four-wheeler to the pond, parked it and jumped off, stripping as he stalked over to the water and dove in.
He had spent almost every night of his youth in this pond, and it felt just as good now as it always had.
As Kitt gently kicked his way in a circle, he dove under the water headfirst and came back up again, flipping onto his back as two blue-jean-clad legs caught his eye.
Kitt flipped back around again lifting his head, slinging water with his wet hair. Austin stood before him.
“I didn’t think you heard me, even though I wasn’t being quiet,” Austin said, smiling while resting an arm on the fence. He stood on his side of the divide. His four-wheeler sat parked a few feet away, and it looked like he’d been there for a while.
“No, I didn’t.” It sounded lame even to Kitt, and he checked the urge to roll his eyes at the obvious.
“I didn’t think so.” That crooked, charming-as-hell smile still graced Austin’s face. Neither of them spoke for what felt like a long time, but in reality, it couldn’t have been more than a minute.
“Did you need somethin’?” Kitt finally asked, ending the silence.
“Mike and I were talking about artificial insemination, and I was wondering if maybe we could talk about it tonight. If you’re not busy. I got three big thick steaks ready to go on the grill. It won’t take long,” Austin added, still perched in the same position.
“Umm… Sure…” Kitt begged his brain to find a way out.
“So, you’ll come?”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Kitt said, still treading water to keep his head above the surface.
“All right. So I’ll see you in like thirty minutes?” Austin’s eyes seemed to be glued to his. Why was he staring at him like that?
“Sure.” No! His brain rejected this so solidly he worried he’d said the word out loud.
“All right then, I’ll just go get the grill started.” Austin slowly sauntered off back to his four-wheeler. Kitt watched him the entire time, not moving, just keeping his body underwater until Austin drove out of sight.
“Fuck! What the fuck?” Kitt yelled out into the night slapping at the water with his fist. He swam hard to the side, almost running to his clothes. His giant hard-on stuck out like the pain in the ass it had become.