Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Ultimately, pleasure had won out, and even though I’d had to use my mouth or hand to cover Jules’s mouth each time, the whole thing had become such a turn-on for him that it became a game to see who could make the other squirm the most. Admittedly, there’d been several times when he had gone down on me that I’d been ready to tell our unknowing company to get the fuck out so I could beg Jules to do this or that. The location ensured that I couldn’t give the orders, especially when Jules was on his knees giving every vacuum in existence a run for their money when it came to suction power. In those cases, I’d had to bite my lower lip to keep from shouting in relief when he had finally triggered my orgasm, but only when he'd been good and ready. It turned out that I’d created a monster when I’d edged Jules for the first time.
The only thing that I hadn’t figured out yet was why he always made some excuse about needing to get back to the house the second we’d finished. When I snuck into his room every night, I always tried to ask him if something was wrong, but he’d been attacking me from the moment I’d closed and locked his door behind me. His lovemaking had become frantic. At one point, we hadn’t even made it to the bed before he’d ordered me to get on my back on the floor. Seconds later, he’d had my fly open and my already hard cock out. His already well-lubed ass had meant he hadn’t been interested in foreplay, and by the time his ass had engulfed my dick in one hard downward thrust of his body, I’d forgotten all about asking if he was okay. He’d keep me in his bed all night, leaving only short breaks between each round of lovemaking. By the time I’d stumbled out of his room every morning, my own body wrung dry, Jules had been tangled in the sheets, lost in a heavy slumber. I, on the other hand, had been burning the wick at both ends. I’d only managed to snatch a few z’s here and there before I’d had to get to work.
While we hadn’t gotten to a point where Jules was ready to fuck me, he’d started playing with my ass in the most delicious of ways. If he wasn’t fingering me while blowing me, he was eating my ass like a starving man while I jacked myself off. He’d then proceed to clean up any jizz that hadn’t ended up on the ground by licking it off my body and sharing it with me.
Any concern I’d had about an impending heart attack had been wiped away after that first night when Jules had gotten me through my panic attack. If Jules’s and my sexual antics hadn’t killed me yet, I doubted anything would.
I chuckled as I began to lead the mare into the barn so I could introduce her to BJ. As a stallion, BJ wasn’t exactly immune to the presence of female horses, especially when they were in heat, but for the most part, he behaved himself. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of babies the gorgeous pair would make. The mare wasn’t a Waler, but I didn’t care. I hadn’t gotten BJ with the intent of producing more purebred Walers since he had plenty of siblings out there in the world somewhere to take care of that.
“Flynn, hold up,” I heard someone call from behind me. Since I knew Jules’s voice by heart, I knew it wasn’t him. When I turned, I saw Xavier striding toward me from the house. I hadn’t had much time to interact with Xavier like I should have, and since part of my job was supposed to be working alongside him with the horses, I’d been expecting the man to confront me about all the time I spent away from the ranch, supposedly tracking predators and keeping an eye out for any signs of humans in places where they didn’t belong. I’d done that part of my job, but the rest of the time I’d either been fucking Jules or holding him in my arms while we talked.
Based on Xavier’s expression, he was clearly pissed.
I’d never seen the man angry, but if the way he was coming at me was any indication of where his head was at, I couldn’t even imagine if he ever expressed any kind of true rage. I knew the man had a soft side, especially when it came to Brooks and his mother and Sara who were temporarily living with Curtis in the main house. Since Xavier looked at Brooks the way I looked at Jules, I had a feeling he was dealing with the reality of his role as foreman and finding the time to be intimate with Brooks.