Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 121083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
“To keep my cows from crossin’ this pond? It’s about fifteen feet deep and an acre wide. The barb wire’s enough.” Kitt said as if Austin was stupid, but his focus returned to Austin. Exactly where Austin wanted it to be.
“As I was saying, it’s designed to keep trespassers off my land, and as a result, off yours too.” Austin never took his eyes off Kitt as he spoke.
“I’ve never had a problem with that this far back,” Kitt shot back. The look on his face was clear; he thought Austin was a first rate nut job.
“You haven’t lived next door to me before now, have you? They’re just here trying to keep us both private. For now, no one knows I’m here. If that changes, they need to be ready. Why don’t you come over, tonight, tomorrow or whenever, and we can talk through it all. See what we can do to keep anyone off your land. What do you say?”
“There has never been a problem with anyone gettin' back here. We butt up against Hunt’s twenty thousand acres and the National Forest after that. I can’t see where it’s a problem or why it needs any further discussion. If you weren’t set with the terms, you shouldn’t have signed the damn contract.” Kitt refused to back down, his anger clearly fueled him.
“Really, Kitt, Austin’s on the up and up. Come listen to what he has to say. He’s extending the olive branch, man, and just told you the barb wire was enough,” Mike reiterated Austin’s words.
Kitt turned his heated gaze to Mike, and then cocked his head to the security men who looked disgruntled as hell. Lastly, he looked back at his own men who stood a little further back behind him. One of them nodded at him, and Kitt looked as if he visibly forced himself to calm down. Then, he did something no one had ever done to Austin before: he turned around, not saying another word, and walked away. Kitt just dismissed him.
Austin’s eyes riveted to the Wranglers. He watched Kitt’s ass swing with each step he took as he let the moment settle inside him. He appreciated being treated normal, he liked to not always be the center of attention, but dismissed? He wasn’t so sure about that one. Kitt’s men followed him. They all made their way to the log cabin sitting a few hundred feet away.
“He’s a good guy, I promise. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him like this. Really not since college, but he came over and helped me set up your barn. He’s also the insemination specialist I told you about.” Mike was clearly trying to sell Austin on Kitt’s finer points.
Austin’s gaze stayed glue to Kitt’s ass until he stepped up on the porch. He let everything go and focused on his choice of underwear. The brand was more pronounced as he walked up each step. Austin realized his heart was pounding and his dick jerked, begging him to go after Kitt. It had been a while since he’d had sex and he desperately wanted some of that hot, angry cowboy, to work him over in all the right ways.
“It’s fine, I get it. He’s protecting what’s his. Can’t blame him for that. I’ll give it a day or two and try to talk to him again. Mike, if he’ll listen to you, please ask him not to tell anyone that I’m here. It’s in the contract we signed. I just want to make sure he remembers the clause.” Austin didn’t wait for Mike’s reply, but turned back to his four-wheeler and rode back to the barn. His mind stayed on Kitt the entire way back.
Chapter 4
“Damn it!” Kitt growled and tossed his pillow across the bedroom. The clock read four-thirty in the morning, and he hadn’t slept a wink all night. The television in his bedroom played an all-night marathon of Gun Smoke. He’d watched all five shows, wishing his brain would turn off so he could actually get at least a minute of sleep. It never happened.
Kitt’s hard-on stayed unyielding no matter what he did to relieve the tension. He’d jacked off twice and tried a third time, but nothing helped. Kitt even went to his last resort; the thing sure to bore his brain into sleep. He got up to do his accounting. The farm’s bookkeeping should have done the trick and firmly knocked him out, but it didn’t work because about every thirty seconds, no matter what he did, his mind strayed back to Austin Grainger.
Hands down, Austin was the hottest man on the planet. He’d been Kitt’s crush since high school. It was Austin’s yearbook photo and newspaper sports page snapshots, Kitt used to stroke himself off when he was just a typical hormonal adolescent boy.
Austin left town straight after high school to begin a modeling career. Those photos carried Kitt all the way through high school and into college, jacking off about every other day. He’d even learned that if he whispered Austin’s name softly when he came, it made the orgasm just a little bit better in the end.
It took a couple of years, but it was Austin’s first movie role that finally made Kitt admit to himself that straight dudes didn’t fantasize over being with men. Well not men. A man.
Only one man, but it was the image of Austin Grainger in Kitt’s mind that helped get him through those dark days when he first admitted to himself he truly was gay. Back then, Austin stayed etched in his brain all the time to help fight the depression, giving him hope like only a high school crush could do. Seeing him in person, he understood he’d never lost the intensity of those feelings, not even after all these years. That was probably the single greatest thought fueling his anger while they stood outside this afternoon.
Stunned beyond words, Kitt’s heart seized in his chest when he saw Austin standing in front of him. Almost struck dumb by the guy’s presence, he fumed when his body betrayed him. It hardened and responded to just the air Austin breathed.