Page 39 of Stable Hand

“Oh, cowboy, you shouldn’t have done that,” he murmured. “You know what cowboys get when they don’t listen?”

Luke’s seductive voice sent shivers through me, and the underlying threat made me moan.

“What?” I asked.

Luke grinned and stepped back. While I watched with wide eyes, he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of the boxer briefs and pushed them down his damp legs, kicking them off.

His sizeable cock bounced free as he wrapped long fingers around it and stroked slowly. “This. This is what they get. If they want it.”

My mouth opened but couldn’t form words. My gaze flicked from Luke’s cock to his eyes, then back to his cock, hallelujahs going off in my head.

“I want it,” I finally managed in a deep voice I didn’t recognize.

A loud rattling startled us as someone tried the main door. Then came pounding and a pissed-off voice: “Who’s in there? What’s going on? You can’t hog the showers!”

“Ignore him,” Luke said, continuing to stroke himself and licking his lips as he regarded me hungrily.

“Who is it?” I asked.

“Does it matter?” he said, eyebrows raised.

I shrugged.

His lips curled in a sneer. “I’m gonna fuck you no matter who’s out there trying to get in.”

The statement hung in the air between us for several moments. I didn’t argue.

“But first you need to rinse your hair.”

I stared at Luke, having completely forgotten about my hair.

“Shit.”

“Do it.”

I swallowed hard, not wanting to take my eyes off Luke. Not only because Luke was so fucking hot—all wet and naked in the shower with me—but because I didn’t want to be so vulnerable. But I took a deep breath, tipped my head back under the hot water, and carded my fingers through my wet hair, closing my eyes.

I didn’t realize Luke had dropped to his knees until the man’s hand wrapped around the base of my throbbing dick and a warm mouth engulfed me.

“Oh,” I gasped, head falling forward, shampoo dripping down my face into my eyes. It stung and burned but Luke’s mouth on my cock felt like heaven.

“What the hell is going on in there? Is that you, Luke?” someone yelled.

Luke pulled his mouth off me to shout, “Yes!” then dived back in.

I groaned way too loudly.

“Who’s in there with you?”

Luke didn’t answer. I gaped down at him as he worked my cock with a vicious intensity that threatened to milk me in one explosive burst. Right when I was about to shoot, he released me and licked his lips. “Tell them.”

I didn’t know what he meant at first. My brain had been scrambled by his powerful technique and getting so close. “What?”

“Tell them it’s you.”

“No!”

Luke’s fingers slipped between my legs and squeezed my testicles, hard enough to make me squeal.