Page 15 of Saddle Studs
I sat propped up against the headboard, endlessly scrolling on my iPad for something to watch for a grand total of five minutes before I fell asleep. I wondered what Sam’s nightly routine consisted of. Did he like to read? Listen to a mind-numbing self-help podcast or a riveting fantasy series? Was he into meditation? Did he just jerk off and go to sleep?
What did it even matter?
I was losing my marbles. I decided I’d take the day tomorrow to ride Juniper June. She was my absolute favorite horse. A seven-year-old Appaloosa with a shiny white coat speckled with black spots, making her look like a horse cosplaying as a Dalmatian. We had her the ranch since she was a foal andhad instantly bonded with me. She came around when Sam had moved away, pulling me out of that shitty time.
Perfect temperament, perfect stride, perfect everything. I knew I could saddle her up and trust that she’d take the metaphorical reins while I handled the literal ones.
That would clear my head.
I set my iPad down and looked over at the large incubator sitting on two chairs, up against the wall farthest from my bed. Still close enough for me to see that the crow was sleeping peacefully on his warm, fluffy, rolled-up towel bed. After the trip to Doc Evans’ office—which was being renovated and had little room to board patients—it was decided that the best thing for the bird’s future was for me to take it home and help rehab it. I decided to keep my intense and nearly debilitating fear of beaked creatures to myself, biting my tongue as Doc Evans so nonchalantly handed me back my slightly sedated new roommate.
I called Beau to set up the incubator somewhere at the ranch where I’d never see it again, maybe in the administrative office. I rarely ever stepped foot in there. Paperwork made me break out in hives.
So, color me surprised when I got back to Rainbow Ranch and found the incubator set up in my bedroom.
Beau blamed it on the bad cell reception at the ranch, but the smirk he wore as he left my room said otherwise.
I had to admit, the crow was growing on me. I enjoyed seeing him already starting feel better. He appeared to understand I was trying to help, too. He wouldn’t try to fly away when I’d open the incubator, and he didn’t try to peck my hand off whenever I dropped fresh water and food in there.
I was still deathly scared of birds, don’t get me wrong, but at least I didn’t sleep with the lights on last night.
Progress.
A yawn made me cover my mouth. I stretched my arms and legs before reaching over to my table lamp and turning it off. The bright iPad screen became the only source of light in my room. I sighed and got under the covers, getting comfortable so I could continue aimlessly scroll?—
“Yeah, boy, suck that big cock. Take it. Take it down to my balls. That’s it, oh fuck yeah.”
Umm…
What the fuck was that?
I locked my iPad screen. Had that come from some website I didn’t close out of?
“Yeah, how’s that taste? All that man down your throat? Good? Yeah?”
No, that wasn’t coming from my iPad, that was coming through the wall behind me.
It was coming from Sam’s bedroom.
My eyes went wide as my heart began to pound. He was watching porn.
Not just any typical MILF or straight amateur video either. He was watchinggayporn. Two men. Going at ithard, from what I could hear.
Shit. I had to tell him. But also… fuck. I was getting hard, my dick poking through the open slit of my boxers. I couldn’t just walk over and knock on his door now.
Did he know I could hear? There was no way. This had to be some kind of accident.
A really hot, fantasy-fueling accident that needed to stop. What if my siblings walked by? I think he could survive the embarrassment from me telling him I could hear, but I had full confidence that Sam would self-combust if it were any of my siblings asking him to turn his deep throat scene down.
I quickly grabbed my phone off the nightstand and sent him a text.
BENNY: Howdy, um I can hear what you’re watching right now. Might want to turn it down.
Mere seconds after I sent the text, I heard a muffled “shit” from behind the wall and then the sounds of a guy gagging on cock disappeared. I could see that he was typing a response, then stopped, then started typing again, then stopped again.
BENNY: Next time ask me for recs ;)
There, that should maybe make it less awkward.
