Hershey shook Dad off, and Arric shook his head, placing his palm on Hershey’s forehead. “Settle, beast.”
Hershey lowered his head and my father chuckled. “You might not be a fan of horses, Arric, but he’s apparently a fan of yours.”
“I’m warmin’ to him,” Arric admitted, stroking his muzzle, and I wrapped my arm around my mate.
“My two favorite men.”
“Oy,” Dad growled.
“I mean, my two favorite men and equine.”
“Better,” he said, kissing my temple. “Do you want to take him back?”
Arric dropped his forehead to Hershey’s. “Go back to your stall and quit freakin’ everyone out.”
Hershey let out a quiet grunt, turned, and trotted away. We all laughed and then Dad confirmed he’d made his way back to the barn. Once we were back inside, I installed the tracking app on both mine and Arric’s phones, ensuring we’d know where my horse was at all times.
Arric
“YOU’RE GOING TO wear a hole in that rug,” Isla said, drawing me back to reality.
“What?”
We’d been home for about a week, and I was having a hard time ‘relaxing.’
She pointed to the floor. “If you keep pacing back and forth like that, you’re gonna wear a hole in that incredibly old, irreplaceable, rug.”
I looked down to see the rug in question. “If it’s so old, why have it on the floor?” I asked.
“Probably because it’s in a room that’s hardly ever used,” she replied.
“Why’s that?”
She shrugged. “Because it’s at the far end of the house, away from everyone else.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Then why did you choose it for us?”
“Beeeecause it’s at the far end of the house, away from everyone else,” she grinned devilishly.
“Oh, I see.”
“Good,” she said with a smile before licking her lips. “So, is there something I can do to help you to stop grinding your gears over there?”
“I need a workout.”
“Oh, good,” she said excitedly before whipping off her t-shirt and throwing it at me.
“Hold on,” I said, handing it back to her. “I’m so sorry babe, but I think I’d tear you apart if we had sex right now.”
“I fail to hear a problem,” she said, causing my cock to go rock hard.
“Shit, Isla,” I groaned. “I’m already in enough pain.”
“Oh, my god, love, are you really in pain? I’m sorry, I thought you were joking.” Isla’s tone shifting from sexy to concerned, then confused. “Wait a minute. Didn’t you already work out today? Is that why you’re sore?”
“Twice,” I confirmed. “I got up at five this morning and did a full work out, and then lifted again after breakfast.”
“Did you overexert yourself?”
