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“That isn’t making me feel better,” he whines.

“Go get changed. I’ll grab your clothes from you,” I tell him.

He heads down the hall to his right, waddling. I can’t wipe the smile off my face as I watch him make his way to his room. I can’t remember laughing so hard in a long time. Cade enters his room and closes his door. I head to the bathroom to pee and wash my hands, and then I bump into Daddy.

“How did the tour go?” he asks, knowing I like to give my friends a tour of the place.

“Sally liked him, Daddy. She kissed him and rubbed herself against him and she was giving off low-key moos,” I share.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Daddy says.

“Right? It’s so crazy,” I tell him.

“What do you mean?” he asks.

“Nothing, just that she hated Ford,” I remind.

“Ford was all wrong for you. You know how I felt,” Daddy repeats for the umpteenth time.

“But Mom doesn’t see it that way.” I sigh.

“No, she doesn’t, but cheer up. Cade is a good one,” Daddy assures with a smile then he walks away.

He isn’t wrong. Cade is a good one. He’s kind, sweet, and funny. Although, I don’t know if the funny part is intentional. I walk over to the guest room and knock on the door.

“Cade, can I grab your clothes? I want to treat them so they won’t stain,” I tell him.

He opens the door wrapped in a towel around his waist. My jaw hits the floor. Holy shit. Holy shit.

“Annie?” he asks as I stare from his pecs to his six-pack to his arms. One of his hands is holding on to the towel, keeping it closed. “Are you sure you don’t mind washing them?”

“Not at all,” I say, my mouth watering. I want to reach out and touch his smooth skin. I want to feel the ridges of his muscles beneath my fingertips.

I shiver.

“Are you cold?” he asks. “I was just about to take a hot shower.” He blinks. “I mean, I was going to shower. You just seem cold,” he mutters.

“Ah no, I’m not cold.” I’m hot and horny. I blink. “I’ll just take the clothes to the laundry room. After all, it was my baby goat that soiled you.”

He nods. “’Kay, thanks.”

I turn and walk away. Did I just say that my baby goat soiled him? Someone shoot me now.

“Hey, Annie,” he calls after me.

I turn around, anticipating what he may possibly say.

“I like Sally. She was really nice.”

I smile and turn away. Damn, I’ve been blindsided by the enforcer.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Cade

I think she wants me; the way she was looking at me. I give my head a shake. I almost invited her into the shower with me. Talk about awkward, but there is this spark I feel when she’s near. She’s so pretty and the way she was with those animals. . .so loving and caring. She’s drawing me in and that’s a big problem because she doesn’t want a relationship, and I am clearly done with them too after all the crap I put up with from Scarlett. Scarlett was broken. I thought I could help her, but how can I fix someone when I put up with so much crap myself?

I head into the shower, trying hard not to think of Annie’s curves, of her full breasts, and her pretty pink lips. I try to erase her sweet smile from my mind but nothing is working. My cock hardens as a pulse of heat and want jolts through my body. This is more than a physical attraction; Annie now knows more about me than my friends do. Usually, my father likes to put a front up in front of my friends, but he was so pissed off about the Scarlett breakup that he showed his true colors. I don’t understand him. He always said Scarlett was the kind of girl who looks good on your arm, and in professional sports you need someone like that.It’s like feelings don’t matter to him or what’s inside a person. I shake my head clear of thoughts about my father and refocus, only my mind drifts back to Annie and the delicious breakfast she made. Damn, even the cows love her because she’s filled with a kindness you don’t see often. That’s why I picked up that goat. Because everything seemed so simple and relaxing around the animals. I’m sure farming is tough, but being outdoors in the fresh air and just strolling and talking was different. It felt very chill and a nice change of pace from what I’m used to with hockey. I see the appeal of the farm. The beauty of the nature that surrounds this place. I try hard not to think of Annie’s full breasts as I soap up my body. I can’t help myself as I tug on my cock and squeeze the base. I begin to get myself off and hold on to the wall for support. I picture Annie in the shower with me naked, the water streaming over her creamy skin. Her red hair wet and hanging over her shoulders, her blue eyes filled with so much lust. . . I pick up the pace, rubbing my cock, my hips thrusting into my hand as my head tips back and I release, picturing it’s Annie I’m pouring into.

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