by K. C. Crowne
“Yeah, that’s the one, that girl from the town over…really getting into my shit with that activism she’s doing.”
The emphasis he put on the word “activism” made it clear he didn’t think much of the subject. He practically spit the word out.
“She and some of her fucking hippie friends showed up to the racing track the other day…yeah, her and a dozen people, mostly college kids, probably don’t have anything better to do…made a big fucking commotion…I don’t know, some shit about how we treat the horses, I didn’t really give a damn. Of course I called the cops. What, you think I let them hang out, bought them some coffee and donuts?”
I couldn’t help but grin. Skye was one of those types who put her money where her mouth was. Her passion was a hell of a turn-on.
“If they’re just gonna show up and make noise before we kick ‘em out, that’s one thing, but they were getting paying customers to leave…Not a chance. We do what they say and we look weak, like any punk kids can show up and make us change policy…right, and they don’t have the slightest conception of how much any of this costs to actually implement…”
I’d heard enough, and more than that, I had plenty of work to do. I knocked loudly on the door.
“Alright, let me call you back –my contractor’s here. We’ll talk about this later.”
There was a silence, followed by a loud invitation to come in. I opened the door and entered the spacious office, the windows behind the desk looking out onto the ranch.
“What’s the story?” Bryce asked as I walked in and sat down.
“It’s doable. You want a standard barn. We can have that up in a few weeks.”
“Good. How fast can you send over the contract?”
“Could have it for you in a couple of hours. I’ll email it, and we can have it signed by the end of the day.”
He nodded and looked away, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Alright. Let’s make this thing snappy.”
I didn’t need to hear any more. We shook on it, and I was off, moments later heading back to the truck. As I did, something occurred to me. I started thinking about the argument I’d had with Travis. Shit wasn’t sitting right with me; I didn’t like fightin’ with him.
As I approached the truck, I took out my phone and brought up his number. I was never a man to get nervous about anything, but my gut tightened as my thumb hovered over the call button.
“Aw, hell,” I said as I pressed it and lifted the phone to my ear.
It rang and rang, eventually going to his mailbox. I considered sending a text but thought better of it. He’d know I called, and it was likely better to leave it to him to get back to me when he was good and ready. But as I got back into my truck and started to drive off, I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d really made a mess of things.
Hopefully, the damage could be undone.
Skye
First day on the job and I was already beat by the time lunch rolled around. Travis hadn’t been shy about putting me to work, sending me to take care of some of the new horses on the property.
No problems there – it was the work he’d hired me to do, and it was the work I loved doing. And Rainbow Canyons was a hell of a slice of land – a little bit of heaven in the middle of the desert. I knew I would love working there.
But when I’d gone to see Travis and ask him where he’d wanted me for the day, he’d been…I don’t know, curt about it? I’d gone into his office to speak with him, and he’d barely looked at me before barking out what he had in mind for me that day.
It was strange. I mean, cowboys were known to be a touch rough-around-the-edges, and I wondered if the night before was causing some of his ire. Did he regret the whole thing?
He and Adam had sure gotten into it. The little spat they’d had at my apartment didn’t exactly signal they were on the best of terms. But I’d figured they’d be able to patch things up. They’d been best friends their whole lives, after all.
It nagged at me throughout the day, and I didn’t like it – I needed to focus on work and not the shit I’d gotten up to when I’d had a little too much to drink.
But whenever I’d think about the drama, it wouldn’t be too long before I’d get back to the actual events of last night. Damn, was it hot. Having those two boys stark naked in front of me, one cock in my hand and the other in my mouth, knowing I was bringing them both pleasure at the same time. That was to say nothing about how sexy-as-hell it’d been to have both of them inside me at the same time. Not often you got to live out a fantasy and find it to be exactly as good as you were hoping. I already wanted to do it again, but not if it meant busting up a friendship.
It was enough to make me wet as hell in the middle of my shift. More than a few times, I considered skipping out to the bathroom and bringing myself to a quick orgasm thinking about Travis and Adam, one cock in my mouth and the other buried to the root inside me.
On the other hand, the tension left a bad taste in my mouth. Last thing I wanted was to come between two men who were so obviously close. My mind was on a circular replay, and it was frustrating as hell.
So, when lunch rolled around, I decided I needed to say something. Wasn’t sure what, exactly, but I knew it wasn’t a good idea to leave the situation unaddressed. I gathered some courage and headed to Travis’s cabin.
“Who’s there?” His voice on the other side was sharp after I knocked as if he wasn’t in the mood to be bothered. His tone was enough to make me pause; make me think it wasn’t a good idea to bring up the matter.
But it needed to be done. “It’s me, Skye.”
A brief silence followed. “Come on in.”
I opened the door to see Travis seated on his couch, a big spread of papers in front of him on the coffee table. A mug of steaming coffee was close at hand, and he sipped it as he looked over the sheets, his eyes flicking up for a second to take notice of me.
“Have a seat.” He gestured to one of the chairs and I dropped into it. Music played on a nearby stereo, and a grandfather clock ticked off the seconds in the corner of the room.
“Waylon Jennings?” I asked.
He nodded, his eyes fixed forward. “Yeah. You into him?”
“You bet your ass I am. My daddy played him all the time. Soundtrack of my childhood.”
A small smile broke the steely expression on his face, but he still didn’t look up at me. Something was definitely going on.
“How’s the day goin’?” he asked. “Gettin’ your bearings?”
“Sure am. Spent some time with Clover. She’s a fine animal.”
He glanced up, something catching his attention. “And…she let you come near her?”
“Yeah. Did some grooming and helped keep her calm when Wyatt came out to check on her.” His expression was odd, so I asked, “Something wrong?”
He lifted his coffee mug off the table, cradled it by his chest, and sat back. “Nah. Just…surprised. Got Clover a few months back and she’s a hell of animal, but, man, have we been having some problems with her. Been thinkin’ she’s havin’ a hard time adjusting to her new home. Not even Wyatt’s been havin’ luck with her.”
“Oh,” I said, a touch surprised to hear it. “She was all sweetness with me. Had to get her to warm up a bit, but once that happened, we were fast friends.”
Travis looked me over, as if not quite sure what to make of me. He sipped his coffee and set it down. “Sounds promising so far,” he said. “If you can handle all the horses like you’ve handled Clover, we might have somethin’ here.”
I’d never liked compliments, but hearing the boss give his approval sat very well with me indeed. But there was still the other issue. I had the impression it was weighing on his mind, too. The friendliness from last night was gone, and he was all business. Part of me wondered if he wanted me to get a move on so he could go back to his work.
“Listen,” I said. “About last night…”
He narrowed his eyes slightly. He didn’t want to talk ab
out it. “What about it?” he asked, his tone sharp.
“I mean, I wanted to make sure there wasn’t any weirdness or anything like that.”
He shrugged. “Far as I’m concerned there’s nothin’ to talk about. We got a touch drunk and shit happened. It’s a new day and it’s in the past. Don’t even know why you’re bringin’ it up, really.”
“But…it’s not in the past.”
“It is,” he stated. “We did it and it’s done. What more is there to say? I mean, hell, it’s not like we’re gonna do it again.”
“Well, I wasn’t bringin’ it up because I was penning another threesome into my day planner.” He winced at the word threesome. “But,” I went on, “there’s still the matter of what happened between you and Adam this morning.”
“Is that right? That’s a matter, is it?”
“It is. Because I told him I wouldn’t mind seein’ him again and you snapped at both of us.”
“I didn’t snap,” he countered. “I had a hangover and wasn’t in the mood for a conversation like that.”
“OK, well, now that you’ve had some time to nurse it, I’ll say again that I’m interested in seein’ him again. And as far as I’m concerned, there’s no reason why I shouldn’t.”
He sipped his coffee, weighing my words. “No. I want you to stay away from Adam. Consider the man off-limits.”
I didn’t like that one bit. “And why the hell should he be off-limits? He doesn’t work here, and you’re the boss of me on the clock, but last I checked, a woman is free to date whoever she damn well pleases.”
“Yeah, but not him, and not you,” he countered. “Listen, it ain’t hard – don’t date Adam. There’s a whole town of cowboys you can take for a ride. Can’t be too difficult to stay away from one of ‘em.”
“Even if I were inclined to do as you’re tellin’ me, which I ain’t, you still haven’t given me a single reason why I should stay away from him. What’s the story? You jealous or somethin’?”
He stared at me again. “Ain’t jealousy,” he said. “I just don’t like it.”
I shifted in my seat. I’d clearly touched on some kind of nerve. “Alright,” I said, simmering my anger. “I didn’t want to go there, but if you’re tellin’ me that I need to stay away from Adam and you can’t give me good reason why that should be so, then I’m gonna go ahead and write it up to jealousy.”
“You can think whatever you want.”
More silence. Travis was putting up a wall, but I wanted to blow right past it. Maybe it would’ve been the smarter thing to let the issue drop, but there was still the little matter of me wanting him. Sure, he was off-limits, but that only made me crave him more.
I had to think he felt the same way and aimed to find out.
“Let me ask you this,” I said. “If you and me didn’t work together, if we didn’t have to worry about any of that, would you want me?”
He swiped his hand through the air, as if I’d annoyed him by bringing it up. “What kinda pointless nonsense is that?”
“It’s not pointless. Because here you are, tellin’ me I can’t be with your friend. And the only explanation I can think of is that you’ve got this whole thing goin’ on where if you can’t have me, no one else can. ‘Specially not your best friend.”
I could see the gears in his head turning. It was like he was trying to figure out whether to come clean with me. I was onto something.
“It ain’t like that,” he grumbled.
“Then what’s it like?” I leaned forward. “Let me put it to you straight and simple, Travis. Do you still want me?”
More silence, a totally incriminating kind of silence. Travis might’ve been the kind of guy to keep his emotions close to the chest, but he didn’t strike me as a liar. And lying would’ve been the only way to get out of the question.
“Aw, hell,” he finally said. “Of course I still want you.”
A surge of arousal ran through my body, starting between my legs and spreading out. With him putting it out in the open, all I could think about was how I wanted him right back.
“Then…what’re we gonna do about this?”
“We can’t do anything about it,” he said. “Because I’m your boss, and you’re my employee. Shit would be a scandal.”
I rubbed my thighs together, flashes of last night appearing in my mind. “It would only be a scandal if it got out. And, you know, we don’t have to make a habit of it.”
He cocked his head to the side. “Just what’re you tryin’ to say here, Skye?”
I grinned. “I think you know exactly what I’m tryin’ to say.”
He matched my grin with one of his own, and I could literally see some of the tension falling off his shoulders. “Big talkin’ girl. Bold girl.”
“You got a problem with bold women?”
“Nah. Prefer ‘em. But I don’t like them to be bolder than me.”
“Is that right? Then you might want to do somethin’ bold then.”
Another grin. “Get over here.”
“Is that an order as a boss?”
“Nope. It’s an order as someone who can’t stop thinkin’ about how good you looked last night with my cock in your mouth.”
More wetness pooled between my legs. However much I’d wanted him before, his words pushed it to the limit.
He jerked his head back. “Now get over here.”
I felt powerless to resist. I’d always considered myself a strong-willed woman, but something about Travis’s tone, his commanding way, made me feel like putty in his hands. I rose from my chair, walked over to him, and sat down on the couch. He put his hand on my leg, and I chewed my lower lip in anticipation. His hand moved up, between my thighs until it was close to my pussy. Once there, he began to rub slowly, causing pleasure to course through my body at his touch.
“You can’t stop thinkin’ about me, and I can’t stop thinkin’ about you,” he murmured in his deep voice. “What’re we gonna do about this?”
I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the sensation run through my body. “I…I think you already know what we’re gonna do about this.”
“Then let’s do it.”
Travis leaned over and kissed me as soft moans escaped my lips as soon as his mouth was on mine. We turned our bodies towards one another, my hand dropping to his crotch.
“You’re already hard,” I whispered. “That for me?”
“You know it is. Gotta say, I’m interested as hell to see what you can do when your attention’s focused on one guy.”
“I think you’ll like the answer.”
“Then show me.”
I flashed him another smile, eager to please. With a smooth motion, I dropped to the ground, positioning myself between his legs. Once there, I went to work on his big, shiny belt buckle and the zipper and all the rest. His cock strained against his light grey boxer-briefs, and I shoved my hand into them, clasped his cock, and pulled it out.
The sight of his throbbing, dripping cock was enough to drive me wild. I wanted to tease him, to draw it out. But more than that, I wanted to taste him. I only managed a few moments of stroking him slowly before leaning in and wrapping my lips around his shaft.
“Just like that,” he growled as I formed a tight seal with my mouth and slowly moved down his length. “How’s that taste?”
I dragged up over the ridge of his head and let his cock drop out of my mouth. “Like heaven.”
Another grin. I turned my attention back to his cock and took it into my mouth again, sucking him long and hard, following with my hand as I moved up and down. I gradually picked up the pace until I felt the sweet flavor of saltiness on my tongue.
Travis let out low growls as he moved my hair away from my face so he had a nice, clear view of the sight of me with my mouth full of his cock. I flicked my eyes up every now and then, making sensual contact. I loved the sight of him looming over me, knowing I was capable of bringing him to climax with only my lips and tongue.
“Get up here.” He sipped his hand under my arm and gently pulled me to my feet.
“So bossy.”
“You better get used to it.”
He stayed seated with me standing in front of him, his hands lightning quick as he undid the front of my pants and pulled them down along with my panties. As he did, I worked the buttons of my shirt and slipped it off, followed by my bra. Once I was stark naked, Travis took me by the hips and turned me around on my feet.
“Now, sit down.”
I loved how commanding he was, how he had no compunctions about telling me what to do. I lowered my ass, taking his cock into my hand and pointing it right where I wanted it.
“I want to see that ass of yours bouncing on my cock. I wanna see it goin’ in and out of you.”
“Now we’re definitely thinking the same thing.”
Once I was low enough, I dragged the head against my lips, moaning with delight and anticipation. Then I pushed him into me, lowering my ass on top of him. However good he’d felt last night, it was nothing compared to the sensation of his cock driving up inside me. I rocked my hips back and forth, feeling him grind against my walls, my pussy gripping him tight.
Right in the middle of my movement, Travis grabbed my ass, spanking it hard as he squeezed the soft flesh. A sting of pain ran through my body – not enough to hurt, but enough to make me take in a sharp gasp of air. I grinned, loving the commanding way he handled me.
An orgasm began to build, but Travis wasn’t done. His hands moving to my hips once again, he lifted me off, spun me around, and sat me on his cock again, my breasts dropping into his face. He covered my nipples in kisses and licks. I put my hands on his shoulders and kept on riding him.
“You’re ridin’ me better than you rode that bull. Stayin’ on longer, too.”
I laughed through the pleasure.
“You…you said you’re on—”
“I am,” I said. “Don’t worry about it. I want to feel you inside me. Please, don’t stop.”
The orgasm moved closer and closer, and soon it broke loose. My body shook from the intensity, and through squinted eyes I watched as Travis’s face formed a tight rictus of focus. His cock pulsed inside me, throbbing as he let loose deep within my walls. It was the perfect cherry on top of the orgasm sundae.