Page 26 of Cabins Cows Critics
“Oh, fuck. Take all the time you like.” I grin down at him, watching every stroke and curl of his lips over my cock.
His stare meets mine, and deep frown lines etch in between his eyes as he comes off me with a pop.
“Are your lips a little bluer than they were before?”
“Maybe,” I say, giving them a rub. They’re tight and cold under my fingers.
“I think we need to get you warmed up quicker,” he says, climbing to his feet. “Do you have a shower?” he asks, turning in place, and I laugh.
“I actually do,” I reply, reaching for a crank on the wall beside the end of the bed. The bed starts to rise, and when it’s high enough that he can see under it, he spots the dark gray mosaic tiles that I laid across the floor covering almost the same amount of space as the queen bed. It clicks into place against the ceiling, and I step backward into the area and reach above me to where the showerhead is hidden under the bed itself, the coiled hose feeds through the frame to the edge, then loosely hangs to where it connects to the pipes that run under the cabin. I turn the lever by the showerhead to start the flow of water. His eyes go wide like he’s not sure he believes what he’s seeing. I know my place is cool. At least, I think it is. It took forever to come up with a design I wanted, and then even longer to actually do it. I slept ona mattress on the floor of the cabin for months. Dean and Nial kept asking me to come stay in the house with them. They didn’t understand why I preferred being out here in the middle of the ranch, connected to the mini barn at the back of the cuddle cove. But that is where I find my peace. With these amazing animals that have brought me so much peace. My family’s money comes from breeding and slaughtering cattle, a lot of cattle. But here with these cows, on the Beaker Brothers Ranch, they care for them in a way I never knew people could care for another living thing. Maybe that’s why I don’t give a fuck that my supposed legacy is going to my cousin. It’s not the legacy I want to leave behind. Showing people how special cows are, how healing just hanging out with them for a few hours can be. That’s what my legacy is going to be. I just hope that whoever this critic is, they really show how awesome the ranch and its attractions are.
I grab a loofah and soap from another hidden compartment above me and start soaping up my body, the warm water already doing wonders to bring my core temperature back up. Hayden’s hungry stare is also pretty fucking helpful.
“Are you coming in?” I ask, and I don’t think I’ve seen a guy strip off his shirt so fast.
“This is incredible,” he says, kicking his shoes off at the same time as he strips out of his pants, kicking them to the side, too. “How do you stop the water from just going everywhere?”
“There’s a screen,” I say, waiting until he’s under the water to reach over on the far wall, pop open a tall, narrow door, and pull out the extendable screen. “I wanted to keep the cabin small, but still have everything real size.”
“This is extra-sized. My shower at home isn’t this big. You designed this?” he asks, turning to take in the space. I reach forward and pull him against me.
“Designed, built, plumbed, the works,” I say, kissing the soft skin where his neck meets his shoulder before turning himaround. “Being out here, you get good at working with your hands.”
“I remember you being equally gifted with your mouth,” he teases with a pump of his brows and a devilish smirk on his lips.
“I bet you’re gifted in all kinds of ways,” I say, and the blush of his cheeks deepens.
His mouth finds mine, and immediately I’m achingly hard. I drop the loofa and hold his waist, my large hands fitting perfectly at his sides, like he was made just for me.
His hands are everywhere, sliding over my back, down my arms, like he’s exploring every curve. He slides his palms down my chest and around my sides, sending a tickle through me and breaking our kiss.
“Ohh, someone is ticklish,” he says with a smirk.
“Way more than I’d like to admit right now, all wet and soapy in the shower, completely exposed.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I don’t want to bring you to laughter. I had more…orgasmic goals.”
“I’m up for whatever you like,” I say, peering down into his dark eyes, a nervous swirl in my gut.
He brushes my hair behind my ear with one hand as he moves his other around to squeeze my ass.
“That’s good, because if you haven’t been able to tell, I kind of have a thing for being in control.”
“You can do whatever you want…or tell me to do something. I…I’d like that,” I say, biting my lower lip.
“Oh, you would, would you?” he asks, pushing up on his toes to be closer to my height, but I’m still a few inches taller.
I nod because there is a giant lump in my throat stealing my voice.
“Good boy, now turn around and show me that perfect ass.”
I turn so fast my head spins, or my head spins at the rush of being told what to do by Hayden. Either way, I’m dizzy withexcitement. His fingertips gently sweep over the ridges of my shoulders and then down my arms, lifting them up.
“Hands on the wall,” Hayden says, his voice throaty and sexy as fuck. “Don’t move them from right there. I hope you’ve got continuous hot water,” he says, and I nod, hoping he knows it’s a reply to both his statements.
I feel his presence shift to move away, and I turn to see him pull back the screen a little to reach for the small stool I keep for Lulu to get up on the bed.
“Eyes front, in fact, close your eyes,” he says, and a rush of anticipation sweeps over me as I do as he says. The noises of the ranch are being drowned out by the sound of the water and the thumping of my racing pulse. I feel the air shift as he steps closer again, the soft thud of the stool being placed down on the shower floor, and the water hitting the top of it in a light patter.
