Page 15 of Fires Creek
“No, I’m fine. These are just new jeans, and I need to wear them in,” she protested, still wiggling around like a worm.
I slapped her ass and strolled over to Jonas, prying the cigarette from his calloused hands and taking a deep drag. He smirked at me, and we silently shared a moment while we waited for our girl to get her shit together.
As we walked downstairs, slowly making our way to my ute, we could see some of the damage from the storm. Jonas and I did a quick loop on foot of the main yards to make sure nothing was urgent and none of the stock had fallenovernight. Thankfully, all was well – aside from the gigantic fucking tree that had fallen across the driveway.
“Gimme a hand, would ya?” Jonas called. He gestured to River to jump in the driver’s seat and warm up the engine while he secured the portable winch to the back of the ute. I wrapped the winch rope around a thick branch, and we talked River through towing the tree across the dirt road it currently obstructed.
“Good job, Red,” Jonas smiled. River’s golden eyes danced at the praise.God, she is adorable.I couldn’t wait to teach her how things were done around here. My good girl.
Jonas showed River how to check the fuse box next, while I checked on our makeshift post from last night. Thankfully, it wasn’t that bad – the winds were nowhere near as damaging as the last storm we had. The mountains seemed to have protected our little corner of the world… this time.
I met them back by the stables. Alex was trotting along beside them, tucking closely into River’s heels – he had really taken a shine to her. I kicked open the barn door, waltzing into the barn to check the horses. Then I saw it. A tiny smear of blood across the nearby stall. Scout’s stall. The horse who was meant to be River’s.What the fuck?
“Jonas! Come here. Look. Blood.”
As he hurried to me, the sound that flooded our ears stopped us both in our tracks. That familiar, high-pitched, nicker.No fucking way.
Jonas instantly lifted the gate to Scout’s stall, and sure as shit, there she was, laying down, looking absolutely exhausted. Her elegant neck arched gently around a dark silhouette. There, laying before us, was a tiny, grey foal nestled cozily in its mother’s embrace.
“Oh. My. God,” Jonas stammered. He slowly edgedforward, entering the stall with his open palm extended to the mare.
“Guess this explains why she’s been such a moody bitch,” I laughed. River slapped my arm as she gently walked into the stable to check on Scout.
“Did you know she was in foal?” she asked.
“Not a damn clue. I guess this makes us grandparents,” I replied, shaking my head in disbelief.
Jonas stroked Scout’s blaze, planting a gentle kiss on her muzzle before turning to exit.
“They both look healthy. We have ourselves a little boy. We’ll have to get Hudson out here to check on them, but for now, let’s let them get some rest,” he said as he strolled out of the stall.
The three of us – and Alex the Almighty – followed him and got to work checking the fences on the boundary line. Thick mud caked across my Ariats as I trudged through the paddock. Jonas was close behind me, and River took the rear with her new sidekick at her feet. The sun beat down against my shoulders, and beads of sweat started forming across my brow. We’d already been out here for a few hours but still had a ways to go. In the haste of cleaning up, we’d completely forgotten about eating. I don’t know about the other two, but my stomach was angrily growling at me, and I needed to sink my teeth into one of Hannah’s big breakfasts immediately. Breakfast for lunch is always appropriate.
“I’ll head back to the house and check on the stock, are you good with the rest of the fences?” Jonas asked, walking toward me down the fence line.
“Yeah, go. Take Peach with you. She can check on Scout and the foal,” I replied.
Jonas nodded, removing his Akubra and running ahand through his hair – now damp with sweat. He closed the gap between us, his stance relaxed as he stooped himself lower to meet my height. He was only a few inches taller than me, but his frame was nearly twice the size. I was fit, and muscular, but he was fuckingjacked.
“Are you bossing me around, Teddy?” he asked with a grin. His brows cocking playfully as he invaded my space.
“So, what if I am?” I questioned him in reply. My breath hitching as he intoxicated my senses. He was so close I could feel his cock twitching in his jeans.
“That isn’t a very good idea, baby.”
His eyes darkened, and his hands plunged into my hair, as his mouth claimed mine. His kiss was messy. Hungry. Raw. He wasn’t being gentle; he was beingfucking powerful.
He finally broke away. Both of us stood there, breathlessly staring at each other. I looked past him to River, who had casually propped herself against a nearby fencepost and was scratching behind Alex’s ear.
“Welcome back to Earth you two,” she giggled. Her eyebrows wiggled uncontrollably as she shook her head.
“Don’t stop on my account, I’ll seeyouback at the house.” She pointed to Jonas with a wicked smirk on her face as she turned to leave, Alex hot on her heels. Her footsteps grew quieter, and she disappeared from sight.
Jonas’s hands gripped my throat as he brought his face so close to mine that our lips brushed. Only this time, his eyes were dark and deranged, though still glistening behind his thick lashes.
“You wanna see who’s boss? Get on your knees,” he demanded, the pressure on my throat showing me the direction he wanted me. His dominant side made me absolutelyferal.
Without hesitation, I did what he said. The opportunity to be at his mercy – be controlled by him – was too good to pass up. He didn’t even have to tell me to undo his belt buckle or unzip his jeans. No, that I did all on my own, letting his cock spring from his underwear and in the direction of my face.
