Page 60 of Undone

The ranch owner paused with his hand on the lock, not even bothering to spare Ford a second glance. “It’s no one’s business what went on between us.”

That was bullshit. “Not even hers?”

With a shake of his head, Dylan flipped the lock and ordered, “Get cleaned up, then free up this room as soon as possible,” before walking out and shutting the door.

Since his question wasn’t actually answered, Ford decided he wouldn’t lie to Erin. If she asked—and he knew she would—he would tell her the truth about what happened. He wouldn’t be surprised if he had several texts from her already on his phone.

The quiet of the empty playroom surrounded him, only leaving him with his thoughts and his raging hard-on.

He could wait until it went down on its own, or…

He could solve the problem himself in a more enjoyable way.

After shaking out his arms to make sure they were usable, he lifted his torso carefully and once again twisted his neck so see the mess Dylan left behind.

He reached back and scooped up what he could in his palm. After bringing his hand in front of his face, he stared at Dylan’s cum, then rolled over and sat up.

With his empty hand, he gently pulled his balls up to inspect for damage.

With relief, he saw the coloring wasn’t too scary and it was quickly going back to normal. Now, to see if they still functioned as designed…

Keeping one hand cupped around his poor balls, he slid his other up and down his hard length, effectively spreading Dylan’s cum all over his cock.

Then he used that cum as a lubricant to do a little self-help.

He closed his eyes and let his imagination take over with Dylan straddling Ford’s hips and impaling himself on Ford’s cock.

Over and over...

And over.

Releasing his sack, he collared the root of his erection using his thumb and forefinger and continued to pump his fist.

“That’s it,” he whispered, forgetting where he was, forgetting what just happened. Hoping that one day soon his fantasy would be a reality.

Ford squeezed his cock tight while pumping it with his fist, driving himself right to that delicious edge. The one he rode the whole time Dylan was fucking him.

But this time, he lost his balance and slipped over the side.

Oh yeah, his balls were working just fine.

He opened his eyes to see the cum trail on his stomach. He smeared his hand through it, mixing what was left of Dylan’s cum with his own.

And smiled.

Erin foundhim in the barn with a curry comb in hand and a horse cross-tied in the breezeway.

When the gelding threw his head restlessly, Dylan stopped currying long enough to pat the dark bay’s flank and murmur, “Easy, boy. We’re almost through here.”

When the horse side-stepped, Dylan did the same so he wouldn’t get his toes crushed. “What’s bothering you?”

Erin finished heading through the open barn doors and into the breezeway. “Is it me?”

Dylan’s head whipped around, and he quickly masked the surprise on his face. “Not sure.” With a jerk of his head, he indicated she should move closer. “Let’s see.”

“Will he bite?”

“Only if you taste good,” Dylan teased softly, moving to the front of the horse and holding his halter to keep him still.

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