“Sounds reasonable.” Straightening up, I looked Troy up and down. “But won’t you need some privacy too?”
As if in answer to that, his fingers moved, undoing his buttons in seconds, then tossing his shirt into the water’s edge.
“I’m not shy.” That was confirmed by that cocky smile. The morning sun had turned his hair a dark gold. “If you want to take a look, I won’t stop you.”
That was enough to have me spinning around. Not so much for modesty’s sake, but because I didn’t want him to see my cheeks burn like fire. I’d felt him respond when we were trying to get out of the mud and that had me all discombobulated. Gross mud and hot guy was not a combination that sat easy inside my head. Gross won out and so I stripped off as quickly as I could. Boots seemed determined to stay on my feet, my sticky jeans suctioned to my thighs, but finally I wrestled myself out of them and then stepped shivering into the water, naked as the day I was born. Deeper and deeper I went, until I was crouched down in the water, only my head floating free.
“You can turn around now,” I said.
“Yeah, I’m good,” he said as he pulled his belt free, then toed off his boots.
It was when he started to ease his jeans down that I realised I should be giving him some privacy. Of course, the most perfectly formed, lily white ass, was revealed and all good sense went out the window. My hands moved without thought, washing through the water as Troy turned around.
Oh. My. Lanta.
It wasn’t just the broad shoulders, thick arm muscles and abs that flexed under my attention. My eyes trailed down as my brain went offline. Because when we were flailing about in the mud, I got a sense that my boss was particularly… gifted, and that was confirmed right now.
My boss had the biggest damn dick I’d seen, and I didn’t know what to do with that information. Thick, hard as nails, and curved upwards just slightly, my eyes followed every bob as Troy walked into the water.
“See something you like, Mackenzie?”
“What…?” I blinked as the realisation I was sexually harassing my employer filtered through. “Um, so, I didn’t mean?—”
Dropping down into the water, he swam over in a few smooth strokes, only to come and stand before me.
“I told you if you wanted to take a look, I wouldn’t stop you.”
That growl of his transformed in this moment, becoming low and throaty and more like a purr.
“Is this what happens every time you have a farm stay worker?” I stammered out. “You go skinny dipping and?—”
“No.” Watching his hand move in slow motion, I idly noted that it was clean now as he pushed a heavy strand of my hair back. Both palms landed on my shoulders and then he turned me around so my back was to him. Before I could ask why, I heard the sound of water being scooped up, then felt it run through my hair. “Charlie’s always been on me to get more workers, but I always said no. Until you.”
Scoop after scoop of water, he rinsed my hair clean, then pulled me towards him so I was floating on my back.
“But if I knew what I was missing out on, maybe I’d have changed my mind.”
There was only a thin layer of water between me and him now, my breasts and belly pushing up and out over the surface. Shame wanted to rush in, but his steady gaze, the slow stroke of his hands forced it to wait its turn. This felt too good. Strong fingers massaging my scalp, removing all traces of the mess, then smoothing down my throat, over my shoulders and further down.
I wanted him to touch me.
That realisation came as a surprise and my eyes flicked open, staring into his, only to find he was watching my every response from behind heavy lids.
“Troy—”
“I know.” His palm scalded my skin, dispelling the cool of the water as it traced the slope of one breast. “Fuck, how I know. I’ve been dreaming of touching you since that night with the spider.”
“What?”
I frowned, the spell I was under ready to break.
“Charged into your room, expecting some other emergency, then was struck dumb by the sight of you.” I felt every callus as his hand cupped one breast. My back arched without thought, wanting to press harder into his grip. “Mackenzie, I don’t think you know how beautiful you are.”
A twitch of muscles, an involuntary frown, I couldn’t help my response. Alex and the memory of the sneer on his face when he told me exactly why he couldn’t marry me appeared for just a second, but I shoved that away. Rolling over, I caught Troy’s look of concern, but that evaporated when I rose up out of the water. Mom thought I needed to get back into dating, but what I really needed was to see a hot Aussie farmer’s lips fall open as he watched every droplet roll down my body.
“Maybe I don’t.” My voice cracked just a little on those words, but I forged on. “That might be something you need to show me.” Reaching out, finding the length of his cock and tracing a line up the centre, then enclosing my fist around the head. Yeah, that felt like just what I needed.
Troy too.
