Page 34 of Baker
I arrived at the redbud camp alone.
Hanley sat on a folding camp chair, a kettle of water on a small campfire. His bright evergreen eyes locked onto me like a guided missile as I slid off Prissy’s back and moseyed over to him.
By the time I stood in front of him, I wasn’t sure which was aching more: my arm or my dick. I’d call it a tie.
His gaze roamed up over me in a slow slide that made my toes curl in my boots. “Shouldn’t you be home resting that arm?” he asked into his mug of instant coffee.
“I’ll rest enough when I’m dead.” I took off my hat and hung it on a branch. He cocked a brow.
“Okay, well, should you be out riding alone when you’re on pain meds?” He lowered his cup as he stood. Nose to nose we were now and my cock was pressing painfully on the zipper of my worn Wranglers.
“Didn’t take any today. Head is clear as a bell, but to alleviate your worry, I had Ford with me until I sent him back for fencing supplies. That twister tore up a couple of miles of fence on theback range that will need to be fixed before the new cattle can be turned out. We have about an hour.”
“An hour to do what?” His query was all innocence and flutterbys, but his hand was already rubbing at his crotch.
“An hour for you to fuck me,” I answered as I began peeling my shirt over my head. Not as smooth an endeavor as I would have liked with a clunky cast, but I freed myself of it and made my way back into the redbud nook to duck into his tent. His lusty chuckle followed me as did the man a moment later after he tossed his coffee into the fire. The hiss of the flames going out made me twitch with anticipation. I dropped down to sit on his sleeping bag. He slipped in, leaving the flaps open, giving Prissy another peepshow opportunity.
“You’re one bossy bottom. Let me get those boots off.” He kneeled before me, grabbed the heels, and one by one tugged them off my foot. Then he peeled off my socks and lifted my foot to his mouth. Eyes wide, cock leaking, I watched him suck on my big toe as if it were the fattest, juiciest cock in the world. A moan floated out of me and through the open flaps. He gave me a raunchy wink, then placed my well-sucked feet to the sleeping bag and stripped me naked in a flash. Cock straining skyward, he placed a hand on my chest and gently pushed me flat to the bag. “Keep that arm on the ground. Actually, keep both arms on the ground.”
“Okay, yeah,” I panted as he unzipped his pants. My gaze flew to his prick as it tumbled free. He didn’t remove his pants, just took out his cock, stroked it, and went for his backpack in the corner.
“Since time is of the essence…” He flipped open the lube and coated his fat, latex covered dick. My ass was clenching in expectation of the reaming it was about to get. With his sight riveted on me, he hoisted both my legs up and tucked them overhis shoulders. I groaned at the rub of his cockhead on my hole. God I needed this so fucking bad. “You sure you want this?”
“I’m sure. Wreck my ass.”
“My pleasure, cowboy,” he growled as he pushed in with a slow, deep thrust that didn’t stop until he was fully seated inside me. My body tensed then opened for him. That glorious burn of being possessed by a man combined with the freedom Hanley was giving me let me soar. “That what you need? Do you need me to untether you from that ranch for a little bit, Baker?”
I curled my hand around to fist the bag under us. My other casted one lay like a dead fish out to the side as he had instructed.
“Yes, yes, drive the world from my head for a little while,” I breathlessly replied. He moved over me, his cock going even deeper as my thighs came to rest on my chest. “Ah fuck yeah!”
Head down, he began to fuck me as I craved. Hard and with a certain frenzy that cleared everything from my weary shoulders and mind with each grinding thrust. His hips punched in and out like a machine. Sweat beaded on his brow. My legs began to tremble. I shouted at him to keep it up. I yelled out for more, faster, harder, and Hanley gave me all that I could handle and a little more. Tucking a leg up closer, he wrestled me into a pretzel and proceeded to peg my prostate over and over until I creamed. Howls of bliss rolled out of that tent as I came so hard I nearly blacked out. Hanley followed quickly, filling the condom with sweet, hot spunk.
He rolled off me, easing out tenderly, and gently straightened out my tight legs. I shuddered as he began to massage my thighs while pressing tiny kisses to my chest and belly. Kisses that became a little raunchy as he lapped up my cum with little yummy sounds that made my dick ooze and kick.
“Holy…fuck…” I gasped just as he planted his mouth over mine. With my good hand, I carded my fingers into that silky,caramel blond hair. He licked in deep, smearing the taste of myself all over my tongue. It was magnificent. He kissed me forever it seemed, his fingers skimming over me, rubbing at tight muscles, tickling a nipple, dipping into my navel as I lay there spread eagle with the wind blowing on my tender hole. I never wanted to move. “That was amazing.”
“Mm, you’re one fabulous fuck,” he mumbled before nipping at my lower lip.
“Bet you say that to all the cowboys,” I sleepily replied. The soft sound of tack jingling just a few feet away was a not-so-subtle reminder that my siblings would be showing up soon on ATVs with wagons. I did not want them to find me lying here with my balls on display, and lube dribbling out of me, but for all the money in the world I could not get my well-used ass in gear. Instead, I let my eyes drift closed as my lover sucked a few dark marks on various parts of my flesh. Didn’t care one iota. He could leave hickeys on every inch of skin that I owned. One little nibble on the inside of my thigh made me wince, and my eyes blinked open.
“I want to suck your balls,” he murmured and then took one between his lips. My dick seemed to think that was a fine idea. It began to fatten up as Hanley not only sucked my nuts but then took a detour down to my hole where he tongued my ass with such finesse that I was shooting another load all over myself before I knew it. He then kneeled between my rubbery legs and jacked himself off, his spunk coating my pubes and cock as I twitched and begged him for more. “I don’t think I have any more. Give me an hour.”
He flopped down beside me, his arm over my heaving belly.
“I’ll need another day to recover,” I teased, moving my casted arm to my chest.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He kissed my shoulder tenderly.
“Good, it was meant as one.” My sight stayed on the domed roof of the tent. I was afraid that if I glanced over at Hanley sprawled out next to me, all sweaty and sated, I would begin to feel more things than I already felt for the man. That would be bad. I’d never had a relationship that I didn’t fuck up. Also, he was a vagabond. Moving from state to state, country to country, taking photos of whatever pleased him. Knowing that I craved him badly already, allowing any deeper feelings would be emotional suicide. So I refused to look at him.
Until he pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Can I snap a picture of you?” That tore my eyeballs from the round tent top in a big hurry. I stared at him with eyes as round as pancakes. “Nothing too racy, just your face. You look so fucking beautiful right now. So peaceful. Serenity oozing out of you. I’d like a picture to remember you by when I leave for Canada in a few weeks.”
Oh. Yep. Canada. There we go. Just as I had touched on not a moment ago. He would be leaving me to travel the world, and I did not—hell, could not—hold that against him. I’d dreamed of doing the same. Seeing the sights. The Eiffel Tower, the Leaning Tower of Pisa, the Taj Mahal, and the Great Pyramid of Giza. Yet, while I dreamed of traveling, I also couldn’t quite bring myself to leave Oklahoma. Did that make me a coward or just a dreamer? How could you love your land yet yearn for different landscapes?
“Canada,” I said because I was a dope.
“Yeah, I’m doing a three-week collaboration with Justine Plumley. She’s one of the most well-respected naturalists in Canada. She’s going to come with me on shoots and then write up facts that we’ll put together into a coffee table book. Her network is huge, so my publisher is drooling over this opportunity.”
