I hold a fist to my mouth, chuckling. Typically I keep myself trimmed, but curiosity crosses my mind, sending a tug of heat south to my dick. Which would Maya prefer?
Before the intriguing thought consumes my attention, Cameron gives me a friendly tap on the shoulder to get me to move my feet so he can get by. He collapses in the seat next to mine with a content sigh.
“I can’t with the upkeep.” He scratches the dark shadow of hair covering his face.
“You always look like a baby when you shave.” Theo plants a hand on Cameron’s hat and gives his head a jostle. “Your rookie year here, I thought some fifteen year old walked out of the bathroom.”
“Shut up, man.” He swipes at Theo, both of them ending up in a ridiculous wrestling match.
“We’re out.” Briggs salutes us to follow Holland to the driveway.
“See you guys later,” I say.
“Don’t forget to take care of the fire when you’re done,” Hutch says before leaving.
Out of all the seniors, the giant-sized blond is like our house dad after our previous captain graduated.
“We’ve got it.” Madden doesn’t lift his thousand-yard stare from the dancing flames.
Cameron and Theo settle, neither of them the clear winner. The crackle and pops of the fire are relaxing, lulling me into a zen state.
“You’re awfully focused over there, rookie,” Noah taunts a few minutes later. “Looking at some good porn?”
“Oh, for sure. He’s gotta be,” Cameron says with a sly grin. “That’s why he’s been quiet for the last twenty minutes. Just don’t whip it out while we’re present, man. Go jerk off back at your dorm.”
“I wasn’t!” Elijah bursts out from across the circle.
He nearly topples his chair over when Theo sneaks up behind him to nick his phone.
“Hey—!”
Theo holds him back with one arm, twisting to check his phone. “Relax, rookie. We just want to know if you’ve found a gem or—oh.”
I snort. “What, is it something kinky?”
His chin dips, dark blond hair hanging in his face. He turns the phone to show us. It’s not anything naughty. The Merrywood Farms website shows photos of little goats running around the yoga pavilion we were at earlier today.
“Look at this fucking softie.”
All of us crack up. Elijah scratches his nose, averting his eyes.
“I was just looking to find out if there was a class schedule to do it again,” he mutters.
“Oh yeah?” Cameron pitches forward, fluttering his lashes. “For the goats, or so you can have that cute instructor put her hands all over you?”
“As long as it’s not Maya.” The warning in my tone is good-natured, but present.
Elijah scrubs his face, head hanging back. “Fuck off. We’re just friends.”
Another round of mocking laughter goes around the fire pit.
I wouldn’t mind visiting the farm again for a repeat at all. Watching Maya in her element was just as awesome as I pictured when I figured out she worked there.
My teeth scrape my lip, reminiscing about her flexibility. Spending an hour with her plump ass and thick thighs right in front of me was an ideal way to spend the morning.
More than how hot she is in yoga pants, it was cool to see her passion for the animals she works with. It’s got me eager to find out more about her.
“Oh, hello.” Noah pops up with a smug expression.
