Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 43870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Yet he was so good at it.
He was good at a lot of things, I mused, fussing with the collar I’d hiked slightly to hide the hickey Axel had left last night. My ass was still sore, but I didn’t mind the reminder of being pinned facedown on my desk with my jeans around my ankles while the Stetson-wearing giant wrecked my hole.
I’d caught the reflection of our shadows on the wall and burned it into my brain for future jerk-off material. I wasn’t usually the one being held and taken. I wasn’t the one who lay still in the aftermath, too strung out to care that I was completely vulnerable—spread and stretched open, cum dripping from my spent cock. I’d been on the receiving end, but…nothing like this.
The thing that got me was how attentive Axel was afterward. Last night, we’d been on the clock. He’d had ten minutes to spare before he’d needed to pick up Phoebe from her play date at Josh and Angie’s house, and though they certainly wouldn’t have cared if he’d been a few minutes late, Axel was a man of his word. If he said he’d be somewhere at six p.m., he’d be there. Yet he’d taken the time to help me clean up, redress, and then…he’d kissed me till my toes had curled in my boots.
A guy could get used to that kind of treatment.
I stole a peek at him and smiled. “You look…dare I say it—happy.”
Axel’s suspicious side-eye was spot on. “I’m a ray of fucking sunshine.”
I snickered. “That’s exactly what I was—”
“What’s that noise?”
I sobered quickly and listened.
“Maa maa.”
“That would be a goat.”
“In the house?” Axel darted into the adjoining room, his eyes bugging out at the sight of Nellie and her kids sniffing around the kitchen table.
Phoebe heard the commotion and hurried to join us, gasping at the threshold in utter delight, her hands framing her face like exclamation points. “Nellie! Oh, my gosh! We have goats, Daddy!”
“Maa maa maa maa.”
Nellie and her kids collectively cocked their heads as if wondering what we were doing here while Axel lifted a brow, shaking his head in humor…or defeat.
I chuckled and patted his back. “Welcome to the neighborhood.”
CHAPTER 11
AXEL
Living on a ranch was different from just working at one. I was awoken each morning to crowing, mooing, bleating, and neighing in the distance. Not all at once, but in soothing intervals. The rooster’s call meant it was time to get up. When the goats started bleating, I should have been showered, dressed, and ready to wake Phoebe. And if the cows and horses got in on the action, we’d better both be in the truck, heading toward town to drop Phee at pre-K.
I loved everything about it, which shouldn’t have surprised me. I’d grown up on a working ranch, but it had been nothing like Oak Ridge. This was like ranching paradise—or the theme park version, anyway. It was organized to a T. The winery was located at the opposite end of the property—a good couple of miles from the iron gates of the main entrance. The dude ranch and lodge were adjacent to the stables but far from the barns. And the cottages were located somewhere in the middle, situated in a horseshoe design with a walking path along the back side.
Dozens of trails for leisure riding or for transporting goods spanned from one end of the property to another. Oak trees dotted the pastural farmland as far as the eye could see. It was a truly stunning piece of land, and a great place to be a kid.
Phoebe suddenly had a slew of children her age to play with in a safe space where there was always an adult around to supervise. There were rules, of course, but she had freedom to visit the goats and pigs, and she’d even had a few horse riding lessons. She climbed trees, danced with her friends in the yard, and fed the animals. She’d even had a say in naming Nellie’s kids. Socks and Sprinkles, in case you’re curious.
Everything I was hoping to provide in our upcoming move to Texas was right here. And best of all, so was Tanner.
Tanner with his ready smile, easygoing manners, kind heart, and hot body. Tanner with his infinite ability to make anyone feel welcome and valued. He was the sort of person who gave and gave, and never seemed to ask what was in it for him.
Orgasms?
No, he would have offered the bungalow free of charge whether or not we were fucking every chance we got. That was a fact.
Part of me wondered why I hadn’t put up more of a fight. I didn’t need or want charity. Phee and I would have been perfectly fine in our place by the creek for two more months. The drive was an inconvenience, not an impediment. And I knew how to make the best out of a less than ideal situation.