Page 27 of Home Hearts Hooves

“Dean,” he says with that sexy as fuck rasp to his voice. “I…”

He pauses, deep green eyes moving to my lips, then when his stare returns to mine, he leans in just a little, and I go the rest of the way, clashing our mouths together. I worry for the slightest of seconds I’ve read the signals all wrong, but then he leans into the kiss and moves to straddle my lap, cupping my face in his free hand as his tongue finds mine.

My cock is thickening whilst his ass grinds in my lap. I slide my hands up the hem of his shirt, brushing against thewarm soft skin of his back, and he shudders.

Miss Milky jostles behind me, standing, and I fall back against the grass, breaking our kiss and the spell it seemed to have us underbecausePreston climbs to his feet.

“I’m sorry. I… I have to go,” he says, and he rushes across the paddock.

Chapter ten

PRESTON

FUMBLING INTO THE FRIENDZONE

Ican’tbelieveIjust made out with Dean in a paddock in full view of anyone who might walk by. It was hot as fuck, too. My cock wanted me to take it further and is aching against the tight fabric of my cargo pants despite the twenty minutes it took me to get home, all thanks to the replay in my mind that kept me company the entire way.

I jump in the shower to wash off the day and try to settle my hormones, except as the soap slides down my chest and over my aching cock, it pulses and I give in, wrapping my hand around it. I lean on my other arm, letting the hot water roll over my back as I give my cock a slow stroke.

“Fuck. Kissing Dean was so good,” I say, remembering his mouth on mine, the rough scratch of his stubble against my soft lips, his calloused hands sliding over my back.

I touch myself slowly, closing my eyes as the images of Dean and me get clearer with each stroke. If I hadn’t run away, if I hadn’t been worried about someone seeing, maybe he’d have stripped me bare, wrapping those perfect lips over my cock again, as he teased my ass.

“Oh yeah, that would have been good,” I say as my strokes get faster.

He could have teased my hole, stretched me open with his fingers, and then, when I straddled him, instead of only grinding against his jeans, I could have taken his hard, thick cock. I imagine bottoming out, my ass resting in his lap, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks the way they did when he sucked me off.

“Oh fuck, yeah, that would be so good,” I groan, imagining myself wrapping my legs around him, with my hard cock wedged between us.

I stroke myself faster, my breaths coming heavy the more I imagine us together.

I’d bounce and grind on his throbbing cock, riding him like a cowboy, making him moan and groan and thrust into me harder, faster. My ass would clench around him. I’d hold the back of his neck for leverage and use my other hand to fuck my fist as he thrusted, over and over, and…

“Oh god, yeah,” I moan, pressure building to intense levels. My head goes back, the hot water running down my face, and when the heat of it surrounds my cock, my balls pull up tight as my orgasm hits hard and fast.

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I’ve kept my distance from Dean for about two weeks now. At first, I didn’t know what to say to him. It wasn’t fair of me to use him as an escape in the mini barn and then again in the paddock. But then I was terrified I’d see him, and I’d flash to the fantasy I had in the shower, and I’d embarrass myself by getting a hard on, or going bright red, or both.

Maybe I wasn’t using him for an escape, but instead, I was finally letting myself have something I’ve wanted for so long. But what if he regrets what we did?

“I’m totally going to hit up Dean about the naked retreat again,” Atlas says as he pets Loki and feeds him treats to keep him happy and distracted by food.

“I’m pretty sure you’ve got a better chance of Loki miraculously gaining his hearing back.” I laugh. We did a few more tests on his hearing a week ago and found the loss is permanent.

“No way. Dean’s been goofy happy for over a week now. There’s never been a better time.”

I wonder if that has anything to do with me. Regardless, Atlas has no hope of getting Dean to agree to have a bunch of naked people just walking around the ranch.

“You have children visit the ranch almost every day. How do you expect to pull off a naked retreat?”

He shrugs. “That’s for future Atlas to worry about, after Dean says yes.”

“So in other words, you have no clue.”

“Look, getting the okay from Dean is step one. I don’t know how many steps there are, but keeping children away will be one of them, okay?”

“Good because…” Shit, I nearly said, because my daughter is one of those frequent visitors and I don’t want her seeing that shit. “No one wants their kid walking in expecting to see Miss Milky and instead seeing something else big and white and hairy.”

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