Page 23 of Barn Burner
“Taking a moment to appreciate my breakfast.”
I swallow and lick over my lips. “W-what?”
He arches one thick brow as the corner of his lips kicks up. “Don’t you ever appreciate your meal before you eat, Brayden?”
He leans forward a fraction. Roughened hands land on the back of my thighs and smooth upward. I gasp. My skin feels like I’ve been shocked with a thousand volts because of how fucking horny I am for this man.
He kneads my glutes, hands massaging the muscles firmly. My eyes roll to the back of my head. Then he lets go of one cheek, and I whimper.
He drags his plate closer and drags two fingers through the maple syrup he’s poured on, then brings them to his mouth. Hiseyes lock on mine as he sucks on his fingers, throat working and cheeks hollowing as he sucks hard on his digits.
A desperate groan escapes me. My cock throbs, feeling the phantom touch. Fuck, I want him to touch me so bad.
His fingers return to the plate, coating his fingers in syrup once again, and nothing could prepare me for the warm, sticky feeling of him circling his fingers around my hole.
“Holy fuck!” I moan, toes curling at the sensation. “Jesse!Fuck!”
I’m exposed, fully on display for him on my hands and knees, on his fucking dining table. And I’m so fucking turned on right now I might pass out.
His tongue soon replaces his fingers. His scruff scrapes against my sensitive skin, and I tremble, gasping for air.
One hand travels up my spine until he reaches the middle of my shoulders. He presses down as he wraps his other arm around my waist, splaying his hand against my hip to hold me in place. I drop forward, resting the side of my face against the back of my hands, which are flat against the table. The angle pushes my ass further toward Jesse’s face, and I’m rewarded when his mouth hungrily meets my hole again. His tongue spears into me, licking my sensitive flesh. The feel of his saliva dripping down my taint to my balls only drives me wilder, and soon, I’m panting. Moaning his name. Begging for more.
Just as I’m about to plead for him to touch me, a roughened palm wraps around my cock and starts to jerk me off.
“Fuck, I’m… Ah! I’m gonna…” I can’t get the words out in time. My balls tighten, and his name is a hot moan on my lips as my release spills over his hand and lands on the table beneath me.
His low growl against my heated flesh causes my eyes to roll to the back of my head.
I’m boneless, gasping for air. I don’t think I could move even if the house burst into flames.
I manage to twist my head enough to watch as he sits upright, tongue darting out to lick over his swollen lips.
“Get up,” he says, slapping my ass cheek as he stands. “Go shower. We’re going for a ride.”
My eyes drop to his hard cock, which is now visible over the waistband of his boxers.
“Not that kind of ride, Brayden,” he grumbles. He walks to the sink to dispose of his plate, then disappears down the hall to his bedroom.
Holy fuck.
I might want to pretend like we have no expiration date, but if this is how Jesse would be if I didn’t have to leave…
Then I’m going to be in for a world of heartbreak when I do.
10
Jesse
“Idon’t think I could ever get tired of this view,” Brayden says with a wistful tone to his voice.
Since that morning in my kitchen a week ago,Brayden has come on every trail ride with me. The first day, it was just the two of us. We didn’t go very far, as I wasn’t sure whether he could ride or whether he’d be feeling sore. When we went into the barn to let him pick a horse, he instantly went to Dakota, laughing when she nibbled on his neck like she did that first time they met. It’s no surprise. She’s a sweet girl, and she clearly has good taste to like Brayden so much. And considering he admitted to never riding a horse before, he’s a natural. I only had to show him the basic commands, and he had it mastered.
Seeing how well he fits, not just with my family but in my everyday life… it’s going to make things a lot harder when all of this comes to an end.
Remembering what he said about wanting to explore, I figured I could show him the areas surrounding the ranch. We’re too far away to trail up to Lake Louise, but I can always take him in my truck if he wants to go. I want to show him all myfavourite spots that I like to go to, such as the small creek that runs through our property, leading toward one of the rivers that is popular with hikers. The route I normally take trail riders on provides picturesque views of the mountains and stops by various waterfalls and gives the chance to glimpse at the wildlife living in the dense woodland.
But we’re yet to see a moose, much to Brayden’s disappointment. I haven’t wanted to tell him he’ll probably need to wake up a lot earlier if he wants to see a moose this time of year, as they are normally seen in the early morning.
