Page 52 of The First Day of Breeding Season
When we get back to camp, Drew heats up enough water to wash up before bed.
Then he tucks me into one of the two bedrolls laid out on side by side cots.
Wildfire Ranch doesn’t spare any expense when it comes to their equipment. Inside the canvas bedroll is a foam mattress, a sleeping bag, and cotton sheets that feel like heaven against my bare legs.
I wear panties and a t-shirt, but Drew strips down to absolutely nothing before he slides into the roll next to mine.
“I didn’t know naked was an option,” I say drowsily.
He tangles our fingers together. “Go to sleep, perfect girl.”
I laugh, but my eyelids are already closing.
And when they blink open again, it’s morning.
I slept like a log, apparently. Beside me, Drew has kicked of his covers, and he’s sprawled out buck naked on his cot.
What an amazing eyeful.
I gaze at him adoringly, but the second I stretch, I get a twinge warning me that my bladder is full.
Creeping out of bed, I go to take care of business.
When I come back, I stand on the edge of the tarp, undecided if I could try to make coffee, or if I should crawl back onto the cot and just look at my cowboy up close some more.
He’s incredible to look at naked. He seems bigger again than when he’s dressed, just a massive specimen of man. Thick torso. Solid belly curving down to a heavy cock that lays sideways against his hip. Long legs that look like tree trunks, if trees were covered in soft, curling dark hair.
“Come back to bed,” he murmurs, although his eyelids don’t crack open at all. “But take off your clothes first.”
I strip, then kneel beside him and stroke my fingertips over his cock. “Are you awake?”
“Enough.”
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper.
He’s growing against my touch, getting fatter and longer, a dark pink crown stretching past his foreskin.
Leaning in, my hair falls around my face, brushing his hips as I give his erection a good morning kiss.
He groans and sinks his hands into my hair. “Fuck, sweetheart. How are you this sweet to me?”
I smile and kiss down his shaft. “Oh, do you like this? That’s convenient. Because I’mverycurious about how you respond to stimulus.”
“Doing research on me?”
I hum in agreement. I want to know Drew Lowry inside and out. “Why does your sac get tight when I breathe on it?”
He laughs.
“That’s a serious question, cowboy.”
“Ah. Okay.” He groans when I lick him there. “Fuck, I can’t think when you do that.”
“Interesting.”
He growls and tugs my head up. His gaze is dark in the early morning light. “You want interesting? Take my balls in your pretty little hand, baby. Feel how heavy they are for you.”
I cup his warm skin eagerly.
