Page 38 of Stable Hand

I was reaching for the shampoo when Luke’s hand came into view, grabbing the bottle off the shelf. “Hold out your hand, cowboy.”

I froze, then did as Luke instructed, holding it out flat though it was shaking.

“What a good boy,” Luke murmured, pouring shampoo into my palm. I stared at the white liquid, smelling summer sunshine and ripe fruit, then lifted my eyes to his and felt a jolt at the hunger in the blond man’s gaze.

Luke nodded as if confirming the effect of his presence on the newest member of the BCR staff. “Well, what are you waiting for? Your hair is filthy.”

“Fuck you,” I said, feeling stirrings of anger now. What the hell was Luke’s problem?

He raised his eyebrows. “Oh, I hope so. But first, I want to watch you wash your sexy hair, all right? I take it back, it’s not filthy. But my imagination is.”

I panted as I watched Luke’s gaze drift down to my hard dick.

“Hmm. Looks like your imagination is as dirty as mine.”

My chest rose and fell. “Fine. I need to wash it anyway. I mean, that’s what I came in here for.”

I hoped Luke didn’t notice my fingers shaking as I lifted them to my wet hair, rubbing the pearly shampoo into the strands. He watched me, eyes electric with desire. Then he poured some body wash into his own hand.

I closed my eyes, not wanting to see what Luke would do now because I already thought I might explode with the tension.

Slippery, warm fingers wrapped around my erection.

My eyes snapped open. I gasped.

Luke lifted a finger to his lips while his other hand moved back and forth on my cock. “Keep washing your hair. Don’t stop until I tell you it’s time to rinse,” he said, voice low.

I let out a shaky burst of air as I tried to obey, fingers trembling as I made stuttering sounds of intense pleasure. For a moment, I thought I might come and humiliate myself even further as he competently stroked me. Then, thankfully, Luke let go and moved to my testicles.

I grunted and closed my eyes, dick twitching in the empty air as he fondled me. I kept my hands in my hair, rubbing the shampoo into my scalp and wondering what he would do next. Hot water pounded my chest as I inhaled the fruity scent of body wash and the smell of wet cotton from Luke’s soaked briefs.

His fingers moved from my testicles to snake over my hips until they cupped my ass. They glided, with the aid of the body wash, along my skin in the most teasing way, and I had to concentrate to keep my hands on my head. Once I regained some level of control, I risked opening my eyes.

The sight of Luke so close and the feel of him so near caused my breath to catch. He gazed at me with a crooked smile.

“Hi,” he breathed, squeezing my ass.

I blinked. “H-hi.”

My voice sounded low and breathy—my desire so obvious I wanted to sink to the floor and die of shame. But there was no hiding from Luke. And there was no hiding from whatever drew us together. It felt like a tractor beam pulling me in.

Luke’s smile widened, and he squeezed my ass again, digging his fingers into the flesh. “You have some serious booty there, cowboy,” Luke murmured. “You get that definition from doing grunt work on a real ranch?”

I nodded, unable to form a coherent answer as Luke’s hands slid around my waist to my belly where his fingers toyed with my happy trail.

“Well, we’ll have to try to keep you in good shape here, huh? Now you’re dealing with the likes of us.”

My arms grew tired from keeping them up, but I didn’t dare disobey him. I’d stopped rubbing the shampoo in and stood stock-still as Luke trailed a long finger up my abdomen and ghosted it over my nipple.

I inhaled sharply, cock twitching so hard it brushed against his thigh.

“You like that?” Luke asked, pinching gently.

“Yeah.” I gasped.

He glanced down at my twitching cock. “Oh, you really do.”

While Luke teased my nipples, my hands dropped from my head and wrapped around his wrists, not to stop him but to hang on for dear life.