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)
Not surprisingly, my horse was standing in the exact same spot that I’d left him. The loyal animal usually had a habit of following me around, but a simple flick of my hand had sent him the message to stay where he was.
“Time to work,” I murmured as I stepped into the stall. My horse greeted me with a soft nudge of his nose. “Thanks, buddy, I needed that.”
With that, I tuned out the sound of chickens and everything else around me and focused only on getting my horse’s feet cleaned up. I used a hoof pick to get rid of all the mud in each hoof and checked each shoe to make sure none of them were coming loose. I wasn’t someone who was caught off guard, but when I turned and reached for the saddle I’d left on the floor of the stall, I found myself face to face with The Champion of Chickens. The young man was standing just a couple of feet outside the stall, the red chicken still pressed up against his chest.
It was all I could do to ignore him as I saddled my horse. When I stepped around the chicken whisperer in order to get the bitless bridle that was hanging on a hook outside the stall, the star of my wet dreams took the opportunity to step into the stall.
“Is he friendly?” he asked as he tentatively reached out one hand to touch the stallion’s neck.
“He is,” I said simply.
I had to look away as the man’s long, slim fingers skimmed over the horse’s neck. I was in the process of examining the bridle for any leather that might have been starting to wear thin when I heard my unwanted visitor say, “The things I could do to you.”
My dick instantly responded to the husky declaration before my brain processed the fact that he wasn’t talking about me. He was stroking my horse’s long mane. It took him a moment to recognize the fact that I hadn’t made a sound or even moved, so my rampant imagination took advantage of the momentary peace and drew me a mental picture of those same long fingers sliding over my skin before eventually settling along my jaw. His fingers would caress my beard which wasn’t overly long but more than just scruff. His eyes would be on mine the whole time so he could see what his touch did to me.
Too intimate.
The silent warning returned my focus to the present, only to find that now I was the one being stared at. “I was talking about his hair,” the young man said nervously. “I was just thinking about all the colors that you could dye some of the strands. I mean, just for fun or something.”
“Well, I guess as long as you don’t use colors that remind you of some special… friend you left behind, it would be fine. He’d be the laughingstock of all the other horses on the ranch, but he knows he’s ten times as hot as any horse here, so…” I left the sentence unfinished and shifted my body so the outside wall of the stall hid my burgeoning erection. Who would have guessed that a discussion about giving my horse colorful highlights did absolutely nothing to tame my lust?
“No, that guy, the one with the ginger… it was a long time ago and it didn’t mean—”
“None of my business,” I interjected.
My indifference should have done the trick, but the awkward silence returned. “Did you need something else?” I asked as I struggled to keep my growing need tethered. I needed the guy out of sight even if it wouldn’t get him out of mind.
“Sorry about the Hot Cowboy thing… I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. It’s not like I really meant it. I mean, yeah, you’re hot but in a straight guy kind of way,” the young man blabbered as I began putting the bridle on my horse. “Not that straight guys call each other hot or anything… I mean, maybe they do, I don’t know. I wasn’t like… trying to hit on you or something. And that kiss, you know, in the alley. I know I kissed you back and I’m sorry for that because I didn’t realize you thought I was a girl… woman. It was just… it was a highly charged moment, but it didn’t mean anything. I never even thanked you for what you did… not the kiss… the guys. I think it was really brave helping someone like that, even if you thought it was a woman you were helping.”
The young man abruptly stopped and shook his head. “Fuck, I’m not saying this right. I won’t tell anyone about it, okay? And I won’t try to hit on you or anything. It was just a stupid nickname; it didn’t mean anything. The way I was dressed that day—it’s complicated but that’s not the point.”