Page 68 of Saddles

“Good. I’ll get the ball rolling. I gotta go, the chopper is coming in. I’ll make sure Lori makes her feel welcome. Will Dix scare her, or should I maybe see if Char can take April to the clinic?” He sounds genuinely concerned.

That’s why I stay with Mason.

He’s more than a boss, he’s a true friend.

The idea of April being scared of anything makes me chuckle.

“I think she’d be fine, but it’d be nice for the girls to help her.” It’s hard not to picture Lori, Sophia, and Char, taking April into their group.

Shit, she might keep them and boot me from the grounds.

I’d be okay with that, she’d be happy with the lot of ‘em as friends.

“Will do. See you soon.” Mason hangs up just as the helicopter noise begins to infiltrate the call.

Him and his kin are good people. Not many of them left around.

Pepper seems ticked at my mere presence, so today might not be a prime candidate to go check the cattle herd.

Tomorrow. I’ll get back into routine.

Without April.

When I stomp my way into the cabin, I can still smell her. How can she use my soap, wear my clothes, sleep inmybed, and still have a lingering scent of wildflowers?

It’s almost as if I can still taste her.

My cock pushes on my zipper.

I know, it’s cranky it never got to meet her.

It’d split her in two.

After dropping my coat on the hook, I sink into the bed, pulling the pillow over my face.

Maybe I’ll just let myself suffocate here, with her sweet fragrance being the last thing I experience.

The glimmer of taste I stole last night has me wishing I had dropped between her supple thighs to eat her into unconsciousness.

But then she would have been too hard to resist.

Opening my jeans, my poor dick finally gets the room to stand in the air, like a flagpole pointing in the last direction it saw her.

I want what I can’t have.

If only she hadn’t been brutalized, I might have let things go farther.

My fingers trace the hard metal piercings that punctuate every inch of my shaft.

She would have taken each one without complaint, yet I know they would hurt after what happened to her at the hands of her captors.

I’d never ask that of her, being in pain for my own pleasure.

That’s what the monsters did when they took her.

No. The day I sink into her, she’ll be healed, ready, and screaming in ecstasy.

Fuck. Just the thought of her arching over me makes a dribble of pre-cum leak from my tip.

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