If I’d been closer to Puck’s age, I probably would have creamed my jeans at the sight of this.Instead, I used the monumental will I’d gained from so many years of practice and locked my desire down, continuing to take photos as Puck sagged against his trainer and shuddered through the remnants of his orgasm.
But my breathing laboured, and my heart beat with abandon.
Kamal held him until Puck regained his energy and stood stiffly, cheeks flaming with embarrassment as he tried to avoid my gaze.
Kamal peeled off his soiled glove.
“Oliver, I’m going inside for a second.Can you keep an eye on him?I’m sure he won’t be any trouble,” Kamal said.
“Uh, sure.I’ll stay right here,” I said, watching Kamal walk past and out the gate.
Acting on sudden impulse, I lifted the camera and took a burst of shots of Kamal from behind as he strode toward the arena with the messy glove clutched in one hand.
As I lowered my camera, I watched Kamal for a few more seconds before turning to meet Puck’s challenging gaze.He stood there, spent and satisfied, with a scowl on his face and lines of concern marring the skin of his forehead.He was still the most beautiful thing on two legs.
I shrugged and smiled.“He’s hot.”
But nothing compared to you.
Puck’s eyes narrowed and he snorted, sounding like a real pony.
“If you like bossy assholes who use their power against you,” he muttered.
His comment sounded ridiculous in the circumstances, and I couldn’t help laughing.
“What did you think you were gonna get at a pony play ranch?Some pushover?”
He nodded, cheeks darkening.“Fine.Yeah, sure.Laugh at me.I know you think I’m ridiculous.”
That sobered me.
“Puck.What?”
He squirmed, like he wanted to leave but knew he had to wait here for Kamal, and if he didn’t, he’d be in some major trouble that he probably didn’t want to think about.
“I mean, what kind of guy would want to do this, right?”he said, gazing at the paddock around him as if it were full of refuse.
“You’re seriously asking me that?”
He glared at me.
I continued.“I think there are a lot of men who would want to be standing in your shoes.”My gaze drifted along his body to his scuffed Docs.“Boots,” I corrected.I gestured around us at the ranch.“Clearly.”
He didn’t say anything, but his gaze very deliberately roamed over my body and back to my eyes.“Wouldyou?”
I felt my cheeks heat.Would I?
I didn’t know what to say, so I took off my baseball cap and slapped it against my thigh.The sound made Puck jump.Which was more telling than anything I’d seen so far.
He covered his startle with a sneer, though, and repeated his question.
“Would you?”
“Sure.”
“Yeah, right.”
I stared at him, wondering how long Kamal was going to be.I felt abandoned and put on the spot.But maybe I should take advantage of the privacy we had.
