FIVE
“Get. Up.”
No way. There’s no way he’s here right now.
I’m fast asleep. This was all a nightmare, and I’m going to open my eyes and be back in the city in my nice comfortable bed. Maybe next to a beautiful girl who kept me company last night.
“Get your ass up, or I’m going to get a bucket of water.”
Fuck. Me. I grumble, my whole body on fire. What the hell? I’m in good shape. I even ran track and was on the swim team in school. One day of shoveling shit and tossing hay bales, and it feels like all four limbs are going to fall off me.
I don’t want him to see the pain I’m in. I know, without a doubt, he’ll just mock me. So I do my best to sit up without grimacing.
But the fucker is watching me, his lip curled up in a snarl. “Is this the first hard labor you’ve ever done? Not used to lifting anything heavier than your credit card?”
“Fuck off,” I grumble, looking out the window and seeing it’s still dark out before turning my head to look at the prick in my bedroom. He’s wearing dirty jeans, a T-shirt, with ugly-ass workboots on his feet, and a black baseball cap pulled down over his blond hair. “The sun’s not even up yet.”
“That has no impact on whether we are or not. Chores start before sunrise.”
“That’s fucking crazy,” I say, flopping back onto the bed, my entire body screaming in agony as I pull the covers back up over me.
But just as I’m closing my eyes, the covers are ripped off me. “Get u—why the hell are you naked?”
I don’t bother covering myself. It clearly makes him uncomfortable, and I’m fine with that. Despite the pure agony I hope I hide, it’s extremely satisfying to lift one arm up and tuck it under my head, morning wood on full display, as Jasper does everything he can to look anywhere else.
I don’t know why I decided to fuck with him yesterday, not that being gay is a joke. But the fact that it made him so clearly squirm was without a doubt the highlight of my day.
Fucking small towns and small minds, man.
I don’t know how they survive with such tiny little minds. “Put that thing away.” He’s actually covering his eyes. “Doesn’t that hurt?”
I look down at my cock, standing tall and proud between my legs, the metal of my piercings along the top of my shaft shining even in the dim light. I got them a few months ago. Just two instead of the full ladder and near the head of my dick. It was on a whim, and yeah, it hurt like a motherfucker. “Not currently. What’s the matter? Never seen a frenum piercing before?”
He’s still covering his eyes, but I can see his expression go from horror to confusion, then back to horror. “What the hell is that? I’ve never... No!” he says, all frazzled and frantic. “I’ve never seen a fucking pierced dick before. I’m not gay.”
I snicker. God, he’s fucking ridiculous. “You’re telling me you’ve never seen another dick besides your own?” I can’t stop myself from taunting him.
Besides, he has corn-fed football player written all over him. “What? Of course, but I don’t like... study them. It was in the locker room,” he says, dropping his hand from his face now but still looking up at the ceiling. “I played football.”
I snort because fucking duh. I have this guy totally figured out for sure. I finally roll out of bed because it’s obvious he isn’t going away and find a pair of jeans to tug on. “Then stop studying mine.”
“What?” He says that a lot. His eyes snap to mine just as I’m buttoning my jeans. “I wasn’t looking. Who the hell sleeps naked like that? And you just...” He waves his hand in front of himself, clearly searching for words. “You just let it all hang out there. No fucking shame.”
“Why would I be ashamed?” I walk a little closer to him, noticing the hitch in his breath as I approach. “You saw it. I have nothing to be ashamed of.”
He gulps. Like actually gulps, and my grin widens, proud as hell I got this big ole farm boy all scrambled. He takes a step back, nearly hitting the wall in the process, just like last night.
“Breakfast is ready. Then our day starts.”
“Can’t wait,” I say as he makes his escape out of the bedroom, and I’m surprised he doesn’t fall on his ass with the way he rushes out of here in such a hurry.
At least I have some entertainment for the next few months. And here I thought I was going to be bored.
I did manage to take a shower last night before passing the hell out in bed, so I grab a shirt and pull it on before padding downstairs in bare feet. I can smell the food before I see it when I get to the kitchen. Kelly is the first to greet me, her smile bright and welcoming.
I really don’t understand how she’s related to my mom. Or me for that matter. “Good morning, sweetie. How did you sleep?”
“Fine,” I barely grit out, trying not to be a total dick to her, but I really don’t know how to respond to such a bright greeting this early in the morning. “Coffee?”
