Page 13 of The First Day of Breeding Season
“Right,” I whisper. It’s hard to look away from all that skin. He’s perfect, really. Thick slabs of muscle, long limbs.
“I—” He shakes his head and steps closer. “I’ll look at your research. If you want.”
Confused, I hand over the folder. “I don’t want to impose. I know I can be a lot. It’s just that I get excited and?—”
“It’s fine.” He squeezes the folder, then jerks his head at a door behind him.
Right right right. He’s going to have a shower. And I should change for riding. I pick up my backpack and step towardmydoor, the one that leads to my bedroom. On the other side of the house from him, but apparently, sharing the same part of the back porch. “I’ll meet you in the horse barn, then?”
His mouth firms, like he doesn’t like that, but then he jerks his head in agreement before disappearing into the house.
I have so many questions for him. I want to know how he splits up the herd for breeding. What range of due date targets he prefers, and what bull-management practices work best in the summer pasture.
The urge to chase him and ask him all of those questions and more is almost overwhelming, which really is a sign that I need a better work-life balance.
You can’t chase your boss into the shower, Brynn.
Which is a shame, really.
I bet he’s beautiful with water sluicing over him.
CHAPTER 6
DREW
In my room, I toss Brynn’s research folder on the bed. Papers spill a bit, but I can’t tidy them up, because I’m grubby as heck. Frustrated, I lob my sweaty t-shirt in the hamper—sweaty, Drew? Did you really tell her she’d getsweatywith you?
Despite that brutal embarrassment, my cock is thick and heavy, my balls full, and all I can think about is getting my fist around my erection.
I stumble into the bathroom, leaving a wake of clothes behind me. My cock refuses to go down. I turn the shower as cold as it goes, and goosebumps race across my skin, but still my erection strains painfully as fantasy imaginings of Brynn experiencingclimaxafterhard climaxriot through my mind.
Would she turn pink all the way down onto her chest? Would she be loud? Would those perfect round tits bounce and shake as she shudders through a fast and furious orgasm?
I can’t even bring myself to think ofhowshe would reach those beautiful releases over and over again.
All I picture is her face. Shocked. Pleased. Needy. Begging. Promising. Giving.
I know that if I let myself visualize her fingers…or my fingers…or God forbid my cock?—
With a low, agonizing grunt, my balls pull tight and my cock twitches, painting a spontaneous release all over the tiles in my shower.
Jesus, I didn’t even need to put my hand on it.
In the dull roar as blood returns to my head, I try to promise myself that was it. The one and only time I’d get off thinking about our new student researcher.
I know I’m lying even as I crank up the heat and scrub away the evidence.
At the horse barn, my brother Trick is leaning against the fence, talking to Raul on the other side, with my nephew toddling around beside him on unsteady legs.
“Hey there, rugrat,” I say, swinging the boy into my arms.
He laughs and kicks his legs. “Down.”
“Word of the week,” Trick says.
Who am I to argue with the word of the week? I put him down. “Have you seen Brynn?”
Raul nods toward the barn. “She’s saddling up Ace. They took to each other right away.”
