Chapter 12 Nash
The remainder of the week working with Jovie went smoothly. We dedicated Wednesday to assessing the ranch’s equipment inventory. I walked her through the operation of each piece of equipment and conducted a general assessment of their current functionality, showing her what types of things she’d want to look out for when it came to wear and tear.?
At one point, I helped guide Jovie to sit on a combine at her request because she wanted to see how it operated. My hands wrapped around her tiny waist as I lifted her up to the big step and into the cab of the tractor. As she climbed up ahead of me, I couldn’t help staring at the view I got of her ass bursting out of her Levi jeans. Like two perfect ovals, desperate to be squeezed. After that, I could barely get through the demonstration, the image in my head replayed on a loop.
Thursday morning Jovie suggested we spend some time riding horses, something she said she hadn’t done since visiting her grandpa as a little girl. I considered the prospect of lifting her again onto a horse and watching her body bounce up and down in tune with the powerful animal, but the situation in my denim jeans told me that might be a better activity to defer to Clay. I was doing my best to keep things professional, strictly focused on the ranch, but Jovie and her tight jeans and low-cut tank tops she wore every day had my mind focused on everything but work most days.
Mitchell joined us on Thursday evening to discuss the maintenance software and its tracking capabilities for depreciation of the ranch equipment. Despite my attempts to give them space in Jovie’s office, I couldn’t resist checking in and paced by the open door a few times while I sipped on a glass of whiskey. The jealousy over anyone spending time with Jovie, especially knowing Mitchell found her attractive, gnawed at me, though I knew I was acting irrationally.
By Friday, it was evident that Jovie was exhausted from her first week on the ranch. I decided to take it easy on her and focused on showing the irrigation management system and how to identify faults in the lines and maintain it. By noon, she’d let out two back-to-back yawns, and I decided it was time to call it a day.
“How about heading back to the ranch now? You can have an early dinner and squeeze in a nap?” I suggested.
“I’m sorry for yawning. That was so rude, but I was up late reading all my grandfather’s notes in his office, trying to learn as much as possible. The night got away from me, and I barely slept last night.”
“It’s a marathon, not a race, Jovie. You’re only in your first week here, and you still have eleven months left to go.”
“I know, but I only have y’all’s help for, what, two more months?” she asked, indicating the duration my dad had agreed to lend our support while she learned. However, I’d lost track of the question she’d asked as the word “ y’all ” rolled off her pink tongue so naturally. Her adaptation to ranch life and the country accent we all had an unexpected effect on me requiring me to discreetly adjust myself in my pants hoping she didn’t look down.
Clearing my throat, I responded, “I think calling it quits a few hours early won’t hurt your progress.”
And now my cock is hard so I can’t exactly get off from this gator without you noticing.
She smiled sweetly after thanking me, then rested her head back on the seat and closed her eyes. We drove to the house in comfortable silence. As soon as we arrived, she collapsed on the couch before she could make it to her bed.
“I hope you don’t mind; I’m just going to nap out here,” she said.
I nodded, “No problem. I’m going to wash up before dinner and then pack up my things and head out for the weekend.”
I wasn’t sure if Jovie had heard me because by the time I turned around at my door to look back at her, she was already snoring, peacefully asleep.