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“I will, good night,” he calls, and I turn my attention back to Connor.
He wraps his arms around himself.
“So…I should get changed. Sorry, we’ll have to cut our walk short.”
“It’s no problem,” I say, trying to hold the disappointment from my voice. It’s not like I can expect him to just keep goingsoaking wet in this cold weather. He’d catch hypothermia or something. I strip off my coat and throw it over him.
“But you’ll be cold?”
“I’m dry, you’re soaked through. I think I’ll be fine for a few minutes until we get you back.”
“Thanks,” he replies, hugging the coat around him. “For a guy who’s not really into animals, you handled Chewie really well back there,” he says as we near his cabin.
“I was just channeling you.”
“Ha. I was yanking on that rope trying to drag him out.”
“Yeah, but with the minis you’re not like that. You’re different. Softer.”
“Everything a cowboy should be, right?” He laughs, and we stop in front of his place.
“It’s everything I think a cowboy should be,” I say, and he steps closer, gazing down at me with those big blue eyes, and damp hair hanging around his face. I don’t know what comes over me, but I reach up and brush the loose strands behind his ear. He leans into my touch, and then I push up on my toes and kiss him.
Chapter eleven
Connor
CALL ME A GOOD BOY
Themurmuroffarmanimals carries on the breeze along with the scent of straw and his caramel-scented cologne, quickening my pulse. My hands cup his arms as he deepens the kiss, tongue fighting mine for control, desperate, greedy. Perfect. But he pulls away.
“You must be freezing,” he says as I slide my hands down his arms.
“A little, but you were doing a great job warming me up,” I say with a wink that I hope comes across as seductive and not as weird as it feels to do it. His tongue swipes at his lower lip in reply, and my cock twitches. Fucking hell, what is it about this guy that has me so twisted up inside? I know that it’s been forever since I was with anyone else, but that’s not exactly new for me since arriving at Beaker Brothers Ranch, I’ve hardly dated at all. If you can even call it that. Seeing him crouched by the side of the pool, coaxing Chewie out with his gentle voice,calling him a good boy, fuck, I wished he’d call me that. I’ve always been the big tough guy everyone wants to take control, but what I want, what I really fucking crave, is finding a guy who’s man enough to bring me to my knees. Maybe that’s what it is about Hayden. He’s not the tallest or the most muscular guy, but he didn’t even hesitate to take me the way he wanted, and fuck, that’s hot as hell.
“As effective as I might be at warming you up, we should probably still get you out of those wet clothes.”
“Are you propositioning me?”
“Oh, I thought that part was clear. Hell, yes. Now get that sexy cowboy butt inside and strip.”
“As you wish, darlin’.”
Through the door, he scans my small place, a genuine smile on his lips, it only widening when he lands on the cat tower in the corner I installed for Lulu, my pygmy goat. She’s too small to sleep with the other minis, but I take her out for cuddle sessions. Sometimes during the day, she’ll hang with Cuddles, Dean’s pigmy goat, while I work, but other than that, she’s in here with me. Right now, she’s sleeping in a padded little house cut out in the middle of the tower, and while she stirred when she heard us enter, she settled again right away.
I try to strip down my jeans, but cold and soaked through, they cling to me, and I stumble and fall against the wall with a thud.
“Do you need help?” he asks, and my pulse quickens.
“That would be great, actually, yeah.”
He closes the gap between us, the same confident smirk on his lips he had before he kissed me, and he slides his palms down the front of my jeans, slowly inching deeper on either side of my groin, and I close my eyes and let my head fall back against the oiled wooden wall. Slowly, he sweeps them around my hips, hispalms warming and separating my cold skin from the thick wet denim until he reaches my cold ass.
He gives the cheeks a squeeze and then pushes the denim over top. Getting them down my legs is a little more challenging as the fabric grips to my skin. Finally, with them around my ankles, I step out and glance down at him kneeling there in front of my hard cock.
He grips me firmly, and I let out a soft moan.
“I think I should warm this appendage first,” he says, and then he takes me into his mouth.
