It doesn’t work. The thoughts of Katie don’t budge one bit.
The hot water blisters my shoulders. The combination of steam and intoxication makes it easy to let my thoughts wander away from the conflicted mess of feelings in my stomach and focus on the root of the problem. It’s probably nothelpfulto think about Katie as I slide a hand down my abs, but she’s already on my mind.
It’s so easy to close my eyes and pretend it’s her hand wrapping around the base of my cock.
She was so soft beneath me that night. Warm and wet and so tight I was scared I was going to cum in 30 seconds, like a fucking virgin. I want to see her lashes flutter in pleasure when I’m all the way inside of her again.
I bite my lip to stifle a groan as I twist my wrist, the friction and warmth nowhere near as good as she felt, but enough to complement my imagination for now. I lean forward to steady myself against the shower wall and pick up the pace. My teeth slice into my lip as the haze of liquor starts to lift and pure pleasure replaces it. I want to drape her thighs over my shoulders and eat her out until my jaw aches.
“Fuck, fuck,fuck,” I curse under my breath.
The thought of her fingers in my hair as her legs tense up around my head is what sends me over the edge. I toss my head back into the warm spray of the shower, shuddering breaths fighting their way out of my lungs as my hips grind forward in desperate search of the tightness of Katie’s body.
My orgasm tears through me like a wildfire … and leaves me feeling empty and alone. I resist the urge to bang my head against the wall in frustration.
I look down as the shower spray washes my cum from my fingers and sigh in annoyance.
I still have no idea why I can’t get Katie out of my head, but I’ve proven to myself — in vivid fucking detail — that I’m obviously stuck on her. She’s made it obvious that just being my usual smooth-talking self isn’t going to get me anywhere with her. Maybe it’s time to listen to everyone, then.
I’ll be more mature, step up around the ranch. Quitting the bars will be easy, since most of my friends here are homebodies nowadays, as they made clear tonight. I can take life seriously while I’m home. Be a “real” adult, whatever the hell that means.
It’s not like I’m going to be here forever, anyway. This is just until I get another job lined up, and then I’ll be back in the city.
If a few weeks of being mature and serious is what it takes to get another taste of Katie, it’ll be worth it.
Besides, it’ll give me something to do while I’m here.
KATIE
“It’s alright, little lady,” I murmur, slowly petting down the mare’s shoulder. “I just need to look at this hoof, alright?”
She shifts anxiously, her nostrils flaring in uncertainty. Her ears stand straight up, alert and ready to bolt at any moment. We’re in the cross-ties, and she flinches at every slight breeze, but it’s safer to do this out here than to try it in her stall. I wish that Al was here — he and this mare have a close bond, and she trusts him — but he’s out this week for his cancer treatments. He seems to be doing a bit better, though, so I’m glad for that.
I slide my hand down her shoulder, slow and patient. Every time she shifts or tenses, I stop, but don’t pull away. I’m almost to her pastern when the steady clip of footsteps spooks her, and she yanks her leg away from my hand.
“Checking in on Milky?” Wayne asks.
I swallow a frustrated sigh because he sounds genuinely concerned, but this really isn’t great timing. I was so close to making some actual progress, and now I have to start all over again. This mare really doesn’t like younger men, either, so I’m probably going to have to find a way to shoo Wayne off before I can get any work done.
“Yeah, she’s limping a little, nothing serious,” I say as I straighten up beside her. “I just want to get a handle on it before it gets worse.”
Wayne has been better about being … normal recently. Well,almostnormal. That is to say he’s not making inappropriate comments or blatant passes at me, but he still tells me I’m pretty and makes conversation when he gets the chance. The looks I catch him sending my way are a little less appropriate, but he hasn’t made any move to act on them. It’s like he’s switched from his usual persona to something resembling a real adult.
Right now, though, he doesn’t look at me at all.
His attention is focused on the mare, a soft look in his eyes and a softer smile on his lips. He holds his hand out to her, patiently waiting for her to snuffle at his palm before sliding his fingers up the side of her face. She melts into the touch, her breath heaving out of her as the tension drains from her muscles. He steps forward as he pets behind her ears, and she leans her head forward to rest it on his chest.
I gape at him, shocked, but he’s still looking down at her, the smile on his face bittersweet and a little guilty, which I don’t understand. I’m just surprised he still has all his fingers. This girl has been known to use her teeth pretty harshly.
“She should let you take a look now,” he says quietly.
I blink at him for a few seconds, but this mare has always given me problems. If she’s calm for the time being, I’m going to take advantage of that, whatever the reason.
I turn my back to Wayne and step back into place at her shoulder before sliding my hand down toward her hoof. She doesn’t so much as flinch, letting me pick her hoof up and take a look.
“How’d you get her to settle so fast?” I ask as I reach for the hoof pick on my belt. “She’s been our problem child for the past few years.”
I brush away the loose dirt and caked-in mud from her hoof as Wayne makes a soft, affectionate sound.
