Yes. That. I wanted that so very much.
Moving fast, I slung her legs over my shoulders, opening her wider before going back for more and then?—
“Troy…?”
Her voice sounded like it was coming from far away and that wasn’t right. Mackenzie was just here and tasted?—
“Troy, I brought you some coffee?”
Didn’t need coffee. Nothing dark and bitter now, just salty and sweet. My tongue moved faster, my face pushing deeper.
“You said you wanted to get going by 5? It’s 5:30AM.”
The words were enough to tear the dreams to pieces, but I grabbed for each one, trying to put the fantasy back together. My cock was rocking against the bed, the soft cotton a poor substitute, when my eyes flicked open. Wasn’t in Mackenzie’s room, wasn’t nestled between her thighs. Instead, I was rutting into my mattress like a horny teenager, my alarm blaring in my ears.
Mornings were always bad for me, but none worse than now. Blinking, blinking, I could still see the afterimage of theAmerican girl, as if she was burned on my retina, but another knock had me falling out of bed, grabbing a pair of shorts and then fighting the soft material to get them up before jerking the door open.
“What?”
Charlie, my brothers, they knew better than to talk to me until after I’d had a couple of coffees. Mackenzie wasn’t aware of that. Instead, she just stood there, staring wide eyed.
One hand scratched at my chest and she followed the movement, but not for long. Down my bare chest, it felt like she was counting every hair there, including the treasure trail that disappeared under my shorts. I shouldn’t want that, want her to take a look. She could’ve grazed a fingernail along my shaft and I’d be exploding in my pants, because it felt like I could feel her gaze like a slow caress. My hands hit the top of the doorframe and I may have tensed my muscles to give her something else to look at.
“Oh… Oh…” She thrust the coffee my way, forcing me to grab it lest it slop over the rim. “I’m sorry, I’ll….”
Didn’t even get to finish the sentence before she scurried off. Today was going to be a great day, I thought with a sigh. Hadn’t even said good morning and already I’d sexually harassed the staff. I took a sip of the coffee, then winced. The thing was half milk. Shutting the door, I put the mug down on the bedside table and then started to get ready.
“I’m sorry.”Mackenzie blurted that out the moment I walked into the living room. “So, so sorry. I shouldn’t have woken you up.”
“Yes, you should’ve.” I grabbed the kettle and made myself a proper coffee, sans milk. “Sleeping through my alarm issomething city people can afford to do.” The far off sound of cows mooing had me nodding. “But I… we’ve got cattle to feed.”
“But you were…” God, she was cute when she blushed like that. Made me want to pull her ponytail and see what other reactions I could get out of her. “And I…”
“You showed me yours, so I showed you mine,” I said as I headed towards the door. She trotted alongside me to keep up. “So now we’re even.”
But if that was the case, why was the atmosphere in the ute thick enough to cut with a knife? Sparky sat in the middle, panting madly as he eyed the two of us, as if trying to work out what the hell was going on. Me and him both, I thought as I started the truck up the hill towards the shed.
“Did you need me to…? Oh.”
I walked over and started hauling bales of hay, then throwing them onto the tray. Sparky was barking, weaving between my feet until I started cursing at him, then Mackenzie appeared, grabbing the twine holding a bale bound tight and then went to hoist it up onto the back of the ute.
“Oh no, you don’t.”
Plucking the bale from her grip, I carried it over to the truck and tossed it on top of the pile.
“You know I’m perfectly capable.” Putting her hands on her hips was not playing fair. Forcing myself to not think about her curves was a full-time job. My lips twitched, but instead of smiling I nodded, then went back for another bale. “What did you bring me out here for if you’re not going to let me haul hay?”
That had me pausing because the real reason wasn’t one I wanted to admit. Charlie, my brothers, they were claiming Mackenzie’s time and some part of me had to horn in and grab a chunk of it for myself.
“Someone has to drive.” I pointed her way. “That’s you. I’ll do the heavy work.”
As I carried more hay over to the car, she stuck her head through the driver’s side window and looked at the gear shifter.
“Yeah, I don’t drive stick.” With a grin, she stepped back. “Guess I’ll be doing the hay.”
Thinking she had me beat, she walked around to the back of the ute, ready to load more hay, only to find the job was done.
“Alright,” I said. “But can you promise to stayinthe tray? We have public liability insurance, but I’ve been trying to avoid paying extra for reckless Americans.”
