I plucked a chunk of pepper from the counter and popped it into my mouth.
“Why would someone not hire you?”
“I’m intense at times. Like, I know I have this itchy brain that can’t rest until things are tidy, so I like to make things tidy so my brain will stop being itchy.”
“Like you’ve done with all my medical cabinets, my spice cabinet, and my backlog of notes?” I nodded while chewing. “See, I find that a remarkable asset. Imagine how much more efficient I would be if I didn’t have to look for something for ten minutes before I even started. Just today, I was rummaging around in my supply boxes on my truck for my CMT paddles. Do you think I could find them? No. Finally, I located them under the seat. How they got there, I have no clue, but since I was the only one using them, I can only blame my sloppy self.”
“Did someone have mastitis?” I asked. He turned off the flame under the wok, and I darted to the island to gather our plates. We were eating in the living room so we could watch a movie while we ate. Not sure what movie. I should have asked since I disliked certain kinds of films so much they made me fidget.Anything where someone is being chased down dark alleys is too close to a raw nerve for me.
“One of the Leary’s cows.”
I stopped at the stove, wearing a scowl. “Rip Leary?”
“Yeah, his breeding program is non-existent. He just lets his bull roam around with the cows and heifers doing the deed at will. I keep telling him to stop letting his young heifers get bred so early, but he’s too fucking stubborn to listen. Tells me the more calves he has, the more money he makes at sale, which, sure, that’s true, but you have to think of the animal’s health and well-being first and foremost.”
“If I ever see Rip Leary anywhere, I’m going to punch him in the face for shooting Lady,” I announced with no false bravado. I would knock that bastard out. I might not know how to lasso a calf well, but I knew how to fight pretty damn well. I did grow up in Bensonhurst in a culture that valued defending one’s reputation and brute strength. You didn’t call my mother names and not get a fist in the face.
“Just make sure you don’t do it in front of your brother’s boyfriend and that you have backup. The Learys tend to travel in packs like hyenas, just looking for someone they can bully.”
I made a mental note of that information. Rip and I would cross paths someday. It was a small town. The rice cooker beeped, so we filled our plates and moved into the living room, making two trips: one with food and a second for drinks, soy sauce, and duck sauce. Lady began circling the sofa like a shark, nose sniffing the air, until I told her to rest. She lay down on the other side of the coffee table with a huff.
“She’s pretty well-trained overall,” Aiden said as he forked some rice and veggies into his mouth.
“Mm,” I said in reply, my mouth too full to speak. I forced down a loud swallow as I turned on the sofa to sit sideways to see him better. “She’s smart. She’s picked things up fast at the ranch.I still can’t leave her off the check cord, though. She’s intense about the goats.” He chewed as I spoke, listening to me closely, not brushing off what I had to say as I rambled on about the dog, the goats, and the videos I watched about herding dogs. We’d eaten our meals, and when I finally ran out of air, he got a word in edgewise.
“Maybe we can reach out to Bill and see if he can come out to watch her with the goats. He’s trained cattle dogs for over thirty years. I’m no expert, but it sure sounds to me like she had the natural instinct to herd.”
“Do you think he would do that?” I spied Lady peeking her black nose over the edge of the coffee table. I gave her a firm no, which got me another sigh before her nose disappeared. “I don’t really know much other than watching the Scottish sheepherders on YouTube, but I read. A lot. And I’d be happy to watch more videos. I don’t have a lot of money, so if Bill wants to be paid—and he should if he’s spending time with her—I can swap time training with some farm work, or maybe some home repairs. I’m really pretty good with a hammer and nails. Oh, and measurements. I like measuring and working out dimensions on—”
He leaned over to place his lips on mine, cutting off the blabbering that I was about to unleash on him. Kissing was much more fun than telling him about how Paul liked to brag about my superior visual-spatial abilities and keen attention to detail. I received numerous little paper awards for my dedication to the job.
I moved into the kiss, lying over him, tipping him back to the cushions as I moved to settle between his legs. His hands cupped my ass as his tongue slid into my mouth. He tasted of ginger and soy sauce. His lips were soft, his body firm. We tasted each other over and over, breaking apart for a quick inhale before our mouths sealed again. Rolling my hips into him, our cocksrubbing, our kisses grew more frantic. He made long, hot passes up and down my throat, sucking hard in spots as I gyrated madly.
“God above, I need to get your cock into my mouth,” Aiden panted as he kneaded my ass like a ball of sourdough bread. I stared down at him then fell. Right into those sensual dark eyes. I’d give this man permission to do anything to me with no regrets. “Would you like that?”
“Yeah, yeah, I would.” I sat up, my ass resting on his thighs, and went for my zipper. His eyes rounded as he licked his puffy lips like a hungry dog looking through a butcher’s window. My fingers felt like balloon fingers as I jerked on my fly. “I don’t…the damn zipper…”
“Let me,” he cooed softly, batting my fat, dumb fingers aside. He undid my belt first, whispering things that made me quiver all over. “I love this soft blond hair on your belly,” he whispered as the belt fell open and my zipper began to slowly, slowly, slowly be eased downward. He ran the backs of his fingers over the thickening curls, teasing me, his eyes the color of dark roast coffee glowing with passion. “Do you want me to slip your dick out and kiss the head?”
“Yeah, please, yeah,” I huffed, unable to concentrate past the throbbing in my prick. “I can get it out if you—”
“Nope, I want to free that beast,” he kidded, smiling a sinful smile that made me choke out a weak laugh before I sucked in a shocked breath as his fingers slid into my briefs. “Mm, damn, you’re a leaker. That turns me on. So eager to nut. Move up. That’s right. Perfect.”
My ass now rested on his chest. Tipping forward, I braced my arms on the arm of the sofa and watched in fascination as he released my ass to find the jar of duck sauce on the table.
He lifted his head just enough to flick the tip of his tongue to gather up the droplet of cum that had oozed out. A groan,long and low, rolled out of me as his eyes closed in ecstasy. “Delicious.” He pulled me fully out, licking his lips to smear the taste of my spunk over his lips before he glanced from my cock to my face. “This is a beautiful dick. Perfectly sized to slide down my throat. Can you do that? Can you feed me your cock inch by inch?”
“Yeah, yeah, I can do that. I need to do it soon, though.”
“Patience, Ford.” He dipped two fingers into the sticky-sweet sauce and smeared it over my prick. A tremor of want ran through me as he coated my cock. “Look at that.” I did. I stared at my dick smeared with duck sauce, intently focused on a dollop that was about to fall off the head of my cock. He stuck out his tongue to catch it, humming in greedy joy as his eyelids grew heavy for a moment. Grasping the arm of the couch, I pressed up more so he could start cleaning the orange condiment from my cock. He lapped at my prick like it was an ice cream treat, making me shiver and moan when he would swirl his tongue over my sensitive head. All the while, he was kneading my now bare ass, my jeans tucked tightly under my buttocks, lifting them slightly.
“Much better than an egg roll,” he whispered as I battled not to shoot my load on his face. I was on a hair trigger. Then he smiled a devilish smile. “Now give me your cock,” he purred before opening his mouth, lips drawn over his teeth, brown eyes nearly black.
“Shit,” I grunted, moving the purple head of my dick closer and closer until the tip rested on his tongue. “It’s been a long time…”
That was all I had time to say. With a hum of pleasure, he closed his lips around the end of my dick and started sucking. My hips moved on their own, grinding downward, my glutes tightening as he took more and more of my cock. I watched,spellbound, until he had every bit of my cock down his throat. I pulled back, out, my dick slippery wet, to give him a breath.
“More, fuck my mouth,” he growled, digging his fingers into my naked rump to guide me back into a cavern of hot, tight, and oh so wet. His tongue was amazing, sliding over the head when I eased out, rubbing on the underside of my shaft. With his fingertips teasing the cleft of my ass, I came far too soon, but God damn did it feel incredible. My balls emptied in spurts that nearly doubled me over—the sensations were that divine. Throughout it all, Aiden never blinked. He sucked away, drinking me down, watching me fall to bits then reconstitute.
