Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Whatever. Didn’t matter. Dick. All I cared about was dick. My dick. Stroking it, feeling the pressure build in my core, picturing Benn—no, not that.
The two men on the screen were naked, their cocks battling for space between them as their lips locked, hands roaming and squeezing and cupping. I jerked off harder, hyper-aware to not make the bed shake with my movements so the headboard didn’t hit the wall. The last thing I wanted was for Benny to know what I was doing.
One of the men dropped down, taking the other’s cock down his throat. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. A clear stream of pre-cum leaked from my tip, sliding down the shaft. I used it as lube, spreading it up and down, watching as the guy deep throated the other.
“Yeah, boy, suck that big cock. Take it. Take it down to my balls. That’s it, oh fuck yeah.”
Maybe it was my paranoia talking, but that sounded way too loud. Even though I wore headphones, I didn’t want any noise leaking through. I lowered the volume on my phone so I didn’t have to worry about Benny picking up on what I was doing.
There, now I could blow my load in peace.
6
BENNY
I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that Sam Carter was currently lying down in the bedroom next to mine.
Greeting him, seeing him again, giving him a tour of the ranch—that all went smoother than expected. Slightly awkward, sure. But it didn’t take us long at all to fall back into that easy camaraderie we always had together.
Which, considering what we’d been through, that was a blessing in and of itself.
I sat propped up against the headboard, endlessly scrolling on my iPad for something to watch for a grand total of five minutes before I fell asleep. I wondered what Sam’s nightly routine consisted of. Did he like to read? Listen to a mind-numbing self-help podcast or a riveting fantasy series? Was he into meditation? Did he just jerk off and go to sleep?
What did it even matter?
I was losing my marbles. I decided I’d take the day tomorrow to ride Juniper June. She was my absolute favorite horse. A seven-year-old Appaloosa with a shiny white coat speckled with black spots, making her look like a horse cosplaying as a Dalmatian. We had her the ranch since she was a foal and had instantly bonded with me. She came around when Sam had moved away, pulling me out of that shitty time.
Perfect temperament, perfect stride, perfect everything. I knew I could saddle her up and trust that she’d take the metaphorical reins while I handled the literal ones.
That would clear my head.
I set my iPad down and looked over at the large incubator sitting on two chairs, up against the wall farthest from my bed. Still close enough for me to see that the crow was sleeping peacefully on his warm, fluffy, rolled-up towel bed. After the trip to Doc Evans’ office—which was being renovated and had little room to board patients—it was decided that the best thing for the bird’s future was for me to take it home and help rehab it. I decided to keep my intense and nearly debilitating fear of beaked creatures to myself, biting my tongue as Doc Evans so nonchalantly handed me back my slightly sedated new roommate.
I called Beau to set up the incubator somewhere at the ranch where I’d never see it again, maybe in the administrative office. I rarely ever stepped foot in there. Paperwork made me break out in hives.
So, color me surprised when I got back to Rainbow Ranch and found the incubator set up in my bedroom.
Beau blamed it on the bad cell reception at the ranch, but the smirk he wore as he left my room said otherwise.
I had to admit, the crow was growing on me. I enjoyed seeing him already starting feel better. He appeared to understand I was trying to help, too. He wouldn’t try to fly away when I’d open the incubator, and he didn’t try to peck my hand off whenever I dropped fresh water and food in there.
I was still deathly scared of birds, don’t get me wrong, but at least I didn’t sleep with the lights on last night.
Progress.
A yawn made me cover my mouth. I stretched my arms and legs before reaching over to my table lamp and turning it off. The bright iPad screen became the only source of light in my room. I sighed and got under the covers, getting comfortable so I could continue aimlessly scroll—
“Yeah, boy, suck that big cock. Take it. Take it down to my balls. That’s it, oh fuck yeah.”
Umm…
What the fuck was that?
I locked my iPad screen. Had that come from some website I didn’t close out of?