Page 12 of Roped in Chaos
“Tell me something I don’t know,” I say with a wink.
Chapter9
1, 2 Many
Asher
Did I really tell her to beg for it? What the fuck was I thinking? I swing the axe down and split the wood I have propped there. Do we need wood during summer? If we do, pigs must be flying too. I just need a way to work off some of this sexual frustration that’s building right now. I can’t go fix it in the privacy of my own trailer right now, so splitting wood it is. Thankfully, they went out to go shopping so I have some time without her tempting ass so close.
“No,” I grunt as I swing the axe down.
The wood splinters, and I bend to pick it up and throw the pieces over into a pile.
All the sweat is making it almost impossible to see, I relent to go do something else. I take my shirt off and use it to wipe the moisture off my forehead, sticking it in my back pocket for later. Having it off will help cool me down some while I’m doing my other chores for the day. I start looking around at the ranch to see what still needs to be worked on and what I can give the Princess to do tomorrow. I head over to the pasture and make sure the horses have plenty of water. It is getting pretty hot in the afternoon. The horses tend to want to hang out in the shade during the thick of it, and Bruno decides to stay in the shade, too. The only sign of life is when he lifts his head to see where I am headed. Dog conks right back out when he realizes I’m not doing anything exciting. I don’t blame him.
I look at the pipe fencing and see the metal peeping through. Is this something thathasto be done? No, but it is something that someone who doesn’t have ranch experience should be able to do. I make a mental note and continue on my walk around to see what else there is.
After I’ve made my way around inspecting everything, I have a good list made for her. I’ll give her a couple of things at a time so that she has the opportunity to get out of the sun or if she gets bored with one thing. I don’t care when they are finished, as long as it’s within a reasonable time, and it gets done.
My next order of business today is to get the chickens a little more taken care of. I want to make an automatic chicken waterer where I can just fill the water once every few days with a hose rather than carrying around a little watering can. They like to step in their current one, so it gets disgusting quickly. They’re nasty little fuckers anyway. Their butt nuggets are the only reason they’re not deep-fried nuggets with a side of ranch.
By the time I finish with the chicken waterer, I’m really sweating. I went with a different course than my original plan, so it took longer. There are multiple different nipples, and we can change them out if one starts leaking. I also decided to make it out of PVC so, hopefully, it’ll stay a little bit cooler.
I pull my shirt out to dab my brow and make my way over to Bruno. I fall back onto my ass and enjoy the shade for a moment. There’s a significant temperature difference between the full sun and the shaded area. I lay back and close my eyes to enjoy the moment, and then I hear the back door open and close. I sit up and eye the Princess coming down the back porch steps. If I thought she was hot before, she’s something else now. Seeing her in those jeans that fit just right has my attention and that of the other head too, although that one seems to snap to attention no matter what.
I keep an eye on her, interested in what she’s going to do when she thinks no one is looking. She looks around but doesn’t see me from where I’m seated. I keep quiet, more interested in what she decides to do next.
She walks off to the left and goes to the chicken coop. She looks in, inspecting the coops. One of the birds flies up and flaps its wings at her presence, and it causes her to startle and jump backward. This causes me to chuckle, but I make sure to quiet myself so I don’t give up my location. She struts away from the chicken coop and into the area with the raised beds. I move over to the chicken coop, so I can keep my visuals.
She looks so different in her new look. I’m having a hard time keeping my eyes off her ass, thinking about how it’d look when I’m railing into it.
“Fuck,” I whisper to myself as I palm my growing dick. It seems to want to spring to life whenever she’s in the vicinity. I’m royally fucked if I can’t control myself.
She walks over to the horses and stands in the shaded area on the opposite side of the fence. She leans her forearm against the fencing and rests her chin on it. She’s just watching them. Dom comes up, being the attention whore that he is, and nuzzles her face. She reaches out and starts petting his nose and talks to him. I creep up behind her while she doesn’t notice and try to get close enough to hear what she’s saying. Before I can hear too much, she turns around.
She gasps, “What the fuck, Asher. You scared me.”
“Sorry, didn’t mean to.” I stand there for a moment while her eyes peruse my shirtless abdomen. “That’s Dom.” I walk over and pet him. “He was my first real purchase when I started working for your grandparents.”
“He’s pretty. Why’d you get him though?”
“I wanted one to myself, ya know? Something I worked for, called my own, put my own training into…” I trail off and catch her watching me. “I got Bruno not long after. He’s the best dog one could ask for.”
“Bruno?”
I whistle and call his name, and the dog comes running up not long after.
“Bruno.” I point.
“Oh my god, he’s so cute. Pit?” She drops to her knees to start playing with him, and I try not to envision her choking on me.
“Yep, he was depressed in the shelter, and I couldn’t stand to leave him. He was abused and just needed someone. Well, I guess I’m someone.” I offer a half-smile to relieve some of the tension.
“So you’re telling me Mr. Rough and Tough Asher has a soft side?”
“I don’t have to be rough and tough all the time…I can be soft and sensual too,” I say with a wink. Fuck my cock is growing again. I throw a hand in front of it in hopes of covering it. Her face gets redder, and it’s not just from the sun. I’m glad I can get her all flustered. It’s so easy to mess with her.
“Anywho, have fun lookin’ around. Seven a.m. tomorrow, don’t be late,” and I run off to get as far away from her as possible.
