Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 74968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“Aw fuck. Damn.” He shook almost as hard as I had, shudders ripping through him. His touch on my hair gentled as I released his spent cock and rested my head on his thigh.
“Wow.” I panted like I’d come a second time. Getting him off was almost as big a rush as my own orgasm. Pride and arousal mingled, a pleasant endorphin rush I wanted to wallow in. “That was pretty much the most erotic experience of my life.”
“You ain’t kidding.” He kept petting my hair, seemingly in no hurry for either of us to move. His expression was as content as I’d seen it. I wanted to stay and bask in his approval, but I also didn’t want to wait around for his icy walls to go back up and the distance between us to return.
“Guess I better get back to the bunkhouse.” My body refused my message to move. As long as he was stroking my hair and gazing at me with such admiration, leaving felt impossible. “Still can’t feel my knees.”
“Not gonna run you off before you can walk again.” Grayson gestured at the TV before tossing me the towel that had been over his shoulder before. “I’ve got another episode to get caught up on.”
Shocking the hell out of me, he opened his arms for me to climb back onto his lap after I cleaned up with the towel. And of course, I did exactly that, settling in against his chest like I belonged there. Nowhere else I wanted to be. I wasn’t going to turn down the invite to stay awhile, even as I knew it would hurt that much more when he inevitably pulled away again.
Chapter Thirteen
Grayson
I woke up at my usual early hour, swimming in regrets. I’d crossed a line with Adler, regardless of how he might see the situation. The worst part was that my body still tingled with the memory of the encounter, the weight of him on my lap, his breathy noises and low moans, how right his cock had felt in my hand, how the edging play had made me feel superhuman levels of powerful, and how my own orgasm had been even better than the last one with him, which was truly saying something.
I needed an extra-long shower to get rid of the raging hard-on I’d woken up with. Jerking off only soured my mood further because now I felt guilty for beating off to images of last night when I’d already resolved to push the whole thing from my mind. That task, however, was damn near impossible because Adler was already waiting for me at the horse barn.
In my post-orgasmic daze, I’d let—okay, encouraged—Adler to stay a few more episodes, fed him frozen pizza, and sent him on his way with a promise to make good on the offer of riding today. That level of niceness was going to come back to bite me in the ass before the sun was fully up.
“Most of the bunkhouse is very much hungover.” Adler’s grin was way too familiar.
“Yep. Figured.” I turned the stern up to eleven to counter. “Which is why you’re ridin’ fence with me this morning.”
“Exciting. I thought we were doing another lesson, but this is like a promotion.” He bounced along beside me as I clomped down the row of horse stalls.
“Nothing exciting about riding fence,” I warned as I came to a stop at Cinder’s stall. Maybe Adler would get bored quick, although I doubted that.
“I see you’re back to being cranky.” Adler wasn’t one to let me brood in silence, and his tone was an overly familiar tease. Couldn’t have that.
“We can’t do last night on the regular.” No sense in avoiding the issue further. I needed to squash any assumptions Adler had brewing.
“I don’t see why not.” If anything, he grinned wider.
“You know perfectly well why not,” I shot back before motioning at the horse. “Go on and get Cinder ready.”
“As you’ve said several times, you’re not technically my boss.” Adler brought Cinder out, demonstrating an ease he hadn’t had a week ago. “Maverick is.”
At least one of us was relaxed because I sure as shit wasn’t.
“To the rest of the bunkhouse, I am.” I ground out each word. “Can’t be seen playing favorites.”
“I assumed any repeats would be on the down-low.” Adler used a reasonable tone for someone who had no idea how rumors spread like wildfire on a ranch. He brushed Cinder with easy movements.
“There are few secrets on a ranch.” My voice was as firm as I could make it. “Truth always comes out.”
“You sound like someone who knows how awful gossip can be.” Adler’s eyes narrowed as he considered me.
“You could say that.” I pursed my lips. Adler wasn’t from around here. He had no fucking clue.
“You fool around with the wrong woman?” he asked as he fetched the saddle and blanket. “I have a hard time imagining you doing much that would court rumors.”