Page 13 of Baker (Bastian Brothers #1)

“Greedy bossy bottoms…are…my…kryptonite,” he panted as he picked up the pace.

I threw my head back as he pounded me, watching a chipmunk scurry around the little clearing picking up bits of granola bar.

I could just see Prissy’s fetlocks as she waited for me to finish getting fucked into next year.

To hell with next week or next month. Hanley was dicking me into a new calendar year.

My fingers dug into his sleeping bag as he slipped an arm around me, placing a palm on my right pec, and then jerking me up to kneel.

His cock never stopped pumping. His fingers curled around my dick as his teeth bit down gently on my shoulder.

He sucked hard as he jerked me off. There was no time to yell out a warning or move off his sleeping bag.

Ropes of cum flew out of me as my head fell back to rest on his shoulder.

His hips pistoned me through wave after wave of bliss, spunk coating his hand now.

He drove in hard one final time, stealing my breath, before his cock pulsed and filled the condom.

My knees went out from under me, dropping me to the sleeping bag and the hard ground under it, with a grunt.

Hanley rode me down, his prick nestled nice and hot inside me.

My nose met the soft flannel of his bedroll, filling my head with his smell.

I took it deep into my lungs as he rocked forward, grabbing an extra inch of depth that made me moan.

“Jesus is a biscuit,” he breathed into the nape of my neck, then gave me a soft bite like a tomcat mating a queen and held it as his balls emptied. My ass clenched around him. The sting of his teeth on my skin made me shudder.

“Good lord,” I groaned as he suckled what was surely going to be a mark on the back of my neck. To be honest with his dick filling me so perfectly, I didn’t give two shits about a bruise. He could mark me all over if he took me to heaven again.

“Mm, we’re both feeling the glory,” he said after giving the wet spot on my neck a soft kiss. “Oh hey, uhm. We’re being watched.”

My nose left the sleeping bag in a hurry. My sight touched on Prissy’s. Big brown eyes stared hard at me, her ears twitching in mild concern. “She probably thought that mountain lion was back and eating you by the sounds you were making.”

I couldn’t really counter with something acerbic. I did tend to get loud when being plowed like a spring clover field.

“I’m fine, girl. Stop staring at us,” I said, my throat a touch strained. Guess I had been caterwauling after all. She snorted, probably to clear her nose of the smell of sex, and lifted her head to paw at the ground. Such an impatient beast.

“You okay?” He eased out of me, gently, and collapsed down on the bedroll, his softening cock still wrapped in latex, and glanced over at me. My brow fell back to his sleeping bag as I eased to the side, my ass twinging at each move. The ride home was going to be pleasant. Not.

“Yeah, good. I’m really good.” No point in lying. “That was one hell of a fuck.”

He grinned. “Thank you. I do my best for my bottoms.” He gave me a cheeky wink. “This was fun. Want to do it again?”

I eased up to rest on my elbow. His hair was damp with sweat. His chest still rising and falling rapidly. He was sinfully gorgeous.

“Yeah, I think I might.”

“Nice.” He flashed me a toothy smile, then reached up, fingers cupping the back of my neck right where he had left a tender mark.

He pulled my lips to his and delved as deeply into my mouth as he had my ass.

I licked and sucked on his tongue for ages.

When the kiss ended, his gaze held mine for a long, sweet moment.

“I’ll probably be here for a few more days.

Feel free to ride on up anytime, cowboy. ”

He gave my neck a squeeze and moved to his side.

Sensing this unexpected rendezvous was now over, I lay there for a moment longer to enjoy the sight of his bare back and ass before rolling to my other side to find my clothes.

Dressing was tricky. Arms and elbows kept knocking, but we eventually emerged from his tent looking like we had before we’d gotten our rocks off.

Prissy gave me the biggest side-eye ever when I ran a hand down her neck.

“That woman is jealous,” Hanley joked as he walked up beside me, his hand coming to rest on my lower back. It was a possessive gesture, and I liked it. A lot. Prissy then tried to nip Hanley. He jumped back a few inches to avoid those big teeth.

“Hey, stop,” I sharply said as I placed myself between Hanley and my horse.

Her lowered ears rose back up, but I could see the plotting going on behind those cocoa eyes.

“Do not do it,” I added just to drive the command home.

I loved this girl, but she could be a little…

well, prissy, at times. I turned to Hanley, who was smiling softly. “Sorry, she’s not usually that snippy.”

“Hey, I get it. I just fucked the man she loves. I’d try to bite someone who did that to my bae too.” He gave me a quick kiss as my horse continued to wrinkle her lips and snort loudly.

“We’ll work on her manners,” I said as the hum of honey bees, warmed by the sun rising higher in the bright blue sky, filled the meadow.

They were probably coming in to visit the buds on the redbuds as well as the dandelions and smartweed opening for the warm sunny rays.

“So, uhm, I think I will be out here tomorrow to tighten up the fences. Maybe I’ll drop by? ”

“Sounds good. If I’m not here, I’ll be out there.

” He waved a hand at the vast ranges. I inclined my head.

He looked so damn good standing here with only some low-slung jeans hugging his lean hips.

Bare feet and chest, whiskery face, and the glow of a man who had been recently sated.

I’d done that. My ass had brought him pleasure.

And it wanted to do it again. I wanted to do it again.

“I’ll keep an eye out.”

With that, I threw a leg over Prissy’s back with practiced ease.

With the sun on my face, I was hoping to look like a cowboy from an old western movie, tall in the saddle and riding off into the sunrise after kissing the schoolmarm.

It all fell into place until my ass hit leather.

I winced internally but gave Hanley a small wave as I tapped Prissy’s side.

She threw her head a time or two before carting me from the redbud grove.

I was halfway home, squinting into the sun as my asshole screamed in protest when I remembered that my hat was not on my head as it should be but lying on the floor of Hanley’s tent. Huh. Guess I’d have to visit him tomorrow to get my hat back. That is, if the ride home didn’t destroy me.

Somehow, I did get home without too many tears.

There was the normal gathering at the kitchen table when I limped in.

Seeing all my half-brothers gawking at me, I was instantly feeling like a bantam rooster.

Feathers rustled and ready to fight. A man could only be so cordial after riding for miles with a sore anus.

My courtesy had withered about a mile from the redbud copse.

“Good lord you look like a few miles of bad road,” Granny said from her seat at the table.

She was wearing a plastic cape of some kind over her clothes.

Bella was behind her, adding some sort of bottled color to her hair.

Aquamarine, by the looks. What the actual hell?

Who had talked my grandmother into coloring her pretty silver hair so that she looked like a mermaid?

All money was on Bella who was staring at me as if Bigfoot had gimped into the room.

“You have bruises all over your neck,” Dodge pointed out.

Linc leaned left, right, and then nodded in agreement.

Ford glanced up from a sketch of the new boutique-slash-springhouse he was finalizing.

The kid had some talent for drawing. Not that he was architect material, but his preliminary drawings were good. “Did you ride into a hornet’s nest?”

“No, I didn’t ride into a hornet’s nest,” I snapped while yanking open the freezer to find an ice pack amid the containers of frozen peaches and chicken broth. “Prissy sighted a coyote and rode me into a redbud clump.”

Well, someone rode someone in a redbud clump, that’s for sure.

I ignored my inner jokester. My ass was too tender for chuckles.

“That horse is the jumpiest thing.” Granny sighed.

Bella resumed humming as the others sipped coffee while staring at me like I was a museum display.

I shoved a bag of peas aside to locate the ice pack under some frozen diet meals.

Granny loved her little low-calorie pizzas.

“Remember a few years ago when she nearly dumped you on your ass when she seen a traffic cone out on the main road?”

I did remember that. Clearly. “That cone didn’t belong there,” I tossed out as I shut the freezer door. Everyone stared at the ice pack. “I wrenched my back trying to avoid being pricked by the redbuds.”

Well, someone got pricked in the redbud clump, that’s for sure.

Ha. So funny me. This was why I never aspired to be a stand-up comedian. I had no sense of timing for jokes or dancing.

“Shit, maybe one of us should ride out with you from now on,” Dodge offered.

I snorted. None of them were great shakes on horseback.

We’d been having lessons, but they had a long way to go to be able to handle their own spooked horse, let alone someone else’s.

Also, fuck that. I had a hat to fetch, and that required privacy.

“Nope, I’m good.”

I walked out of the kitchen as normally as possible. Granny would birth a bison if she knew the ice pack she used for her arthritic knee was going to be applied to my asshole. Maybe I would just buy her a new one next time I was in town. I might need this one again if I was lucky…