Page 89 of Wild For You
The ranch hands were ready when the truck stopped, and the animal control officer opened the door. The mare gingerly stepped out of the trailer and sniffed the air before continuing the rest of the way down the ramp.
Thunderbolt whinnied at the new arrival, spooking the older horse a bit. But I knew my stallion was only curious. His snorts and cries were his way of greeting someone.
I approached the new horse gradually, not wanting to spook her even more. Taking a sugar cube from my pocket, I held it out in the palm of my hand for the mare to take. The ivory-colored horse leaned forward and nipped at the sweet treat, allowing me to run my hand along her muzzle, then shoulder.
“What happened?” I asked as the horse nosed the pocket of my jacket, seeking more sugar cubes.
“The older couple who had the horse could no longer take care of her. Their children didn’t want the responsibility but insisted it go to a good home. They were considering putting her up for sale, but I knew y’all would be the best place if you had room.” Because of the size of our town and the lack of services in the area, animal control and the sheriff's deputies were called out for duties not normally performed by their counterparts. It was a job they all took very seriously though. They’d do anything to help the people they served.
“Yeah,” I said, still running my hands along her body. She barely moved when I slid my hand along her thigh. It was clear she had been well-cared for. “We’ll keep her for a bit, but I know a family looking for a non-working horse. She’d be used for occasional riding. I’m assuming she’s good with a saddle?” The officer nodded. “Perfect. I’ll give them a call. They just losttheir horse a couple of months ago, and their daughter was devastated. They’ve been looking for a replacement ever since.”
“I’m so glad I brought her here. Thank you again.” The officer left with the trailer in tow.
For the next hour, we worked to acclimate the new arrival to her surroundings. The horse, who I named Snowflake for the time being, sniffed around the area before she walked into the fenced field, where Thunderbolt and another mare grazed. She was going to be just fine until I could move her to her new home.
With a quick message to the family, I verified they were interested, and they hoped to come meet her sometime this week. With any luck, Snowflake would move to her new home by the end of the month, since they needed to get ready for her arrival.
The rest of the morning, I spent mucking stalls and performing maintenance on our equipment. The late fall and winter months weren’t spent with our feet kicked up. There was always something to do on the farm.
Wiping away the sweat along my forehead with my flannel shirt, I glanced up and realized the barn needed a new coat of paint. It had faded since the last coat five years ago.
Hanging in the equipment room was a board with a list of tasks we needed to complete. Some were monthly, some just during certain seasons, and some were urgent. I addedPaint the Equipment Barnto the column labeledBefore the First Snow.
Leon had been busy working on inventory in the months since he arrived, and now everything was electronically calculated based on weight. It was incredibly efficient, and I was thankful he had come up with that solution.
I really did need to learn to let him handle more around the farm, because it was clear he knew what he was doing.
Removing my gloves from my back pocket, I tossed them into the large bin containing items that needed to be washed.
Leon was on the other end of the farm, so I messaged him and let him know that I was headed back home and that he wouldn’t see me for another few days.
I was taking Kelsey’s advice and letting someone else handle the little things.
It also meant I could spend some one-on-one time with her, hopefully in the bedroom.
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On the way home, I got another text notification from a number I didn’t recognize, which I’d been getting pretty frequently lately. As always, it was from a different number I didn’t have saved, but it was the same sort of content. The sexual kind. The kind accompanied by faceless photos of a woman’s nude body.
The first time Kelsey confronted me about them, she was livid, thinking I asked for these messages. Seeing how upset she was, I showed her right then how frequently they came and how I immediately marked them as spam so I could ignore them. Then I pulled up my Blocked Numbers list and let her see each one had been added to it when I saw the texts were piling up in my Spam folder, which annoyed me to no end. Something told me to keep them though, instead of deleting all of them, just in case something came up where I needed to have evidence.
Kelsey once asked me why I didn’t just change my number. I had no answer except that I was a guy and that took too much effort. My number hadn’t changed since college, and I’d grown attached to it. Even the twins had it memorized. The thought of changing it because of a rodeo stalker didn’t sit right with me.
If the messages continued though, I was going to have to consider heading to the store and getting a new number.
As I pulled up to the house, I was disappointed to find Kelsey’s car was still missing. I was hoping to release some excess energy, and her pussy was my favorite place to work out.
I messaged my mom to see how much longer they’d be, and she replied with a video of Kelsey pushing a stroller around the store. It was clear they wouldn’t be home anytime soon, but at least she was enjoying herself.
Or it was all a ploy, and she was going to have it out for me later.
I pulled out some ground beef to thaw, planning to make some tacos for dinner. I’d mastered making homemade crunchy shells, and Kelsey had been begging me to make them again. I could chop up the veggies later.
Heading toward the shower, I shed my clothes after reaching the bathroom and then stepped under the warm spray. After the weeks of having to take a bath while sitting on a seat, I would never again take showering for granted.
The spray pounded against my skin, soothing the aching muscles. After the month of no manual labor, my muscles had to relearn everything again. And they let me know how much they ached from the lesson. And though I worked out as much as I could, it was nothing compared to being out there in the field.
A moan vibrated from my chest as I turned and let the water pour over my head and down my back. Thoughts of Kelsey in the shower popped into my mind, and before I could stop myself, I had my hand wrapped around my cock and started thrusting my shaft along my palm. Images filled my thoughts of me using the handheld showerhead to pulsate the water against her clit as I fucked her against the shower wall.
