Page 72 of My Cowboy Freedom
Well, when she put it that way. “If dad says yes. I’ll think about it.”
“While you’re thinking about it, think about this.” I recognized the tight, cold expression on her face as the one she wore when scheming. “How can anyone object to you taking the new hand to a Christian Single Mingle?”
“Wait—”
“He’s new to this area.” She ticked off her arguments on the fingers of her hand. “He doesn’t know anyone. He could certainly use a social life—”
“Pastor Everett will not be okay with that. Especially if dad’s not on board with me going. Sky being an ex-con and all, we’ll be lucky they let us through the door.”
“I’ll see to your dad. Pastor will find a way to welcome Sky. Refusing a recent parolee under Sterling’s protection might seem awful unchristian to some folks around here.”
“But think of the children!” I mocked. “They won’t be safe in their beds, with a gay ex-con like him around.”
“Yep. Plenty of folks around here will try to pull their support,” she agreed with a frown, thinking. “But if Sky’s seen to have Sterling Chandler’s full confidence, some people will fall all over themselves to welcome him. We’d better see if we can get Sterling or Foz to introduce him around town. Not just Tad. Everyone knows he’s an idiot.”
“When Mom finds out she will holler up a fucking lung.”
She smiled sweetly. “Language,m’hijo.”
I glanced back toward the bunkhouse. “You think Sky’s playing me?”
“I don’t know what to think,” she admitted. “But you’re a grown man. You’ll have to choose your own friends. I hope you’ll choose wisely, but in the end, it’s in your hands.”
Nodding, I put my arm around her shoulders. We walked the rest of the way to the ranch house without speaking. That didn’t mean the night was silent. All around us, cicadas rattled, owls hooted, and the katydids made their characteristic goofy–name sound.
I picked my backpack up off the porch, and then me and Maisy went up the back stairs to my room. I stripped and stepped into a quick hot shower, dried off, and made it to bed in record time. Letting my thoughts return to Sky, I pulled the covers over my shoulders.
Just thinking about him brought a pleasurable tingling in my cock. It felt weird, and good, but mostly weird to pop a boner that didn’t come from porn. I had a hundred images of Sky stored up in my imagination. I had the memory of his voice, his scent. His kindness.
My hand slipped below the waistband of my trousers and I gave myself a nice stroke.
Skylerofferedme his mouth or his ass. Just like that.
Like it was something you say:Have you eaten?orCan I top off your coffee?
He’d offered, and now I couldn’t drag my thoughts away.
His lips were surprisingly soft. His touch was gentle. I wrapped my hand around my aching dick and gave a slow tug, imagining Sky’s work-roughened hands on me. His weight pressing me into the mattress. I could almost feel his hot breath against my neck and I wanted to turn my head and offer him my throat.
I pumped, finding my rhythm, picturing Sky’s lean body, his dark gaze, his tattoos.
He was a fever inside me, burning me up, blurring the line between fantasy and reality. I imagined his body on top of mine, pushing my hips into the mattress. I wanted him inside me. Wrapped all around me. I wanted Sky’s mouth and his hands and his ass, but even more, I wanted to sit with him, talk to him, make him smile.
I wanted to see the genuine Sky, the unsullied, unspoiled, unbroken spirit I’d glimpsed when his angry, desperate façade cracked.
I rocked my hips, cock shoving into my fist, palm slick with anticipation. All that lust, fueled with my not-so-secret desire for Sky, drove my hand, and soon I was riding wave after wave, letting go, leaving the uncertainty and doubt behind. Falling into a world of pure, primal satisfaction.
Despite the buildup, when I finally came, it was kinda uninspiring.
Like pulling the cap off an overheated radiator after all the coolant has leaked out—no pressure. No realpop. Getting off wasn’t a great big zoom for me anymore. And I was starting to worry whether it would ever be all that exciting again.
Before the lightning, I’d messed around some. Okay, lots. Mostly with guys, but occasionally we’d pick up a girl for a three-way.
The girls were a lie I didn’t need to tell, even back then.
I thought the worst thing that could happen would be my parents finding out I wasn’t the good little boy they thought I was. I worried I’d wreck my truck and get my ass grounded. Or maybe they’d catch me with a dude or I’d wind up in jail for doing something stupid, like running naked through Millennium Park.
Instead, I spent my time with my cock in my hand, with Grindr, in chat rooms, fapping with online users likeHung78andBitchpuhleeze.
