Page 61 of Stray

“You should get out of here before I call off for the day.”

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“So,” Adam, one of my younger ranch hands, smirks as he leans on the fence. It’s one of the last warm days of the year, and you would think he would be… I don’t know, working. “You fucking that pretty girl, or am I cool to go in?” I stop my hammer mid-swing and look up at the guy. There’s no way I’m hearing him right. There is no chance he is trying to ruin my fantastic mood.

“Come again?” I ask through gritted teeth while trying to keep my composure.

“That tattooed girl living there. The one with the massive pierced tits, you fucking her, or can I dive–” I grip the kid by the throat and bring his scared face to mine.

“Never, and I mean never, look at my girl again.” I snarl before shoving him backward, causing him to fall on his ass.

“J-Jackson, I’m sorry! I didn’t know she was with you. I just wanted to ask!”

“Find a better way to ask.” I snap, picking my hammer up. “And I catch you talking about her or her tits again, I’ll fucking ruin you.”

“Scaring the help?” Theo asks as she walks up to us. Rolling my eyes, I grumble under my breath before returning to fixing the broken posts.

“I was just… inquiring about Ozzy,” Adam says softly, and Theo snorts.

“Is that what you and the other hands are calling it?” She smirks, and I look up to see Adam’s young, tan face instantly go pale. “Cause I’m pretty sure I heard y’all placing bets this morning on who could… What did you call it, Adam? Make the ol’ cow moo first?”

“You’re dead,” I snap. Adam stumbles and runs off, and Theo blocks me, grinning ear to ear.

“Morning.” She smirks, and I flip her off.

“He and the rest of those fucks are fired.” She scoffs while leaning against the post.

“Now, now, if you do that, I might actually have to work.”

“What a tragedy that would be.” I deadpan.

“Why don’t you tell me what’s up with your grumpy ass. You would think someone fucking a dime like Ozzy would put you in a better mood.” I don’t look at her as I stand and start walking to check the next post. “Wait, are you two not knockin’ boots?”

I glare at the woman, trying to give her my most intimidating look. She’s immune though. Not much can faze Theo, especially not me.

“I was in a great mood until that halfwit and your ass showed up and ruined i–” I’m interrupted by Ozzy in… god dammit.

A robe and flip flops. I watch her walking towards the pen where the pigs are with their feed container.

“Good morning,” she says, half annoyed as she opens the gate and steps in as one of the pigs goes between her legs. “Uh Uh! Trip me again, and your ass is bacon!” She scolds while throwing the food in the trough before walking out.

“Hey, pretty thing!” Theo calls out to get her attention. “Wanna give us a show?” I slug Theo in the arm for her comment but snap my head back as Ozzy takes off the robe, revealing her bikini top and too fucking short denim shorts.

I drop my hammer, only mildly aware of it hitting my boot, before stalking over to the grinning woman who is prancing towards the barn her chicks are in.

“Oh, no, you don’t,” I mutter as I catch up to her. “I’m three seconds from throwing you over my shoulder, taking you into the house, and putting you in a potato sack.

She smirks up at me. “Bet I could still get your dick hard in a sack.” This is true, but neither here nor there.

“Keep playing,” I warn her playfully. Though that top is… fuck, that top is doing the most incredible job showing off her perfect tits, and that dark red…

“Why don’t you carry me back to that house and fuck me?” I’m mid-swallow, and I instantly cough and begin choking at her seductive invitation.

“W-what?” I sputter, trying to regain my composure.

“Take me to that house you’ve been working on, and fuck me.”

Without wasting time, I heave her over my shoulder. She moans roughly, and I head towards my truck before sliding her in and getting in myself. She’s on me before I can get the truck on, straddling my lap and untying her top.

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