Page 103 of Stables

Tasting what’s mine.

When she spreads her knees, wrapping her calves behind my thighs, I have to pull away from her addictive flavor.

“Char?” I pant, my forehead resting against hers.

“Huh?” Her breathing matches mine.

“I might have a hard time walking now.” Dropping another quick kiss to her pouty mouth, I pull her off the counter as she giggles.

“Go pack. But leave the panties here. You won’t be needing them.” Reaching into my pants, I adjust my throbbing cock.

She does this to me.

“It’s a promise, right?” She bats her eyes before disappearing around the corner.

Paisley gets up from the living room floor from amongst her hurricane of toys and books. “Mommy?” She toddles after Char down the hall.

“Come on, baby girl. We’re going for a ride.” Her words are followed by Paisley’s little footsteps on the wood.

If I have my way, there will be a lot more tiny feet running around.

At least on the ranch, I know there’s some good folks who I trust that don’t mind keeping an eye on the kids that run around there.

The weight on my shoulders will be a lot lighter knowing that there’s people there to share the load of watching, especially when I can’t be there.

It’s like its own community at Black Gulch. As part owner, I think it’s my responsibility to help keep it populated.

And I take my work very seriously.

Gravel crunches outside, and my phone dings, all as Char brings the first full bag into the living room.

“Are we really doing this?” Her pallor has faded since a few minutes ago.

Her damn reservations.

“Yes. Is this yours or Paisley’s?” I ask, slinging it over my back.

The rattle of two trucks and trailers hits me when I open the front door.

“Paisley’s.” Char turns and disappears down the hall.

Ford kicks out of his old Chevy and climbs the porch steps. Waving away the bugs circling the light, he squints at me.

“Want me to start loading, or Sawyer?” He juts his chin toward my lanky nephew appearing from the darkness.

“Either one. I appreciate the short notice appearance.” I wasn’t expecting both rigs to show up.

This will certainly make things easier.

Ford nods, looking in the direction of the barn. “It’s what we do.”

“Uncle Dix, Dad had Elma and Petey freshen up your place. They put new blankets down and I toted some groceries over for you.” Sawyer gives me a lopsided grin, his baseball hat sitting far enough on the back of his head I wonder how it stays on.

I catch movement in the house through the torn screen. Char hesitantly places a small suitcase behind the couch, then pushes out to join us.

“Thank you both. I’m sorry you had to, um…” She trails off.

Sawyer’s face splits into a wide grin. “I’m Sawyer, Sophia’s brother.” He holds out his hand to her.

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