“I have a good thirty minutes. Can we pick up the pace today?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, but we can pick it up right here until we reach the hill.”
“Cool.”
The entire ride with Sammie is pointless because all of my thoughts are on the petite beauty who fled from me. “You are so not into today’s lesson. I’m betting that devil on your shoulder wants to get a hold of that angel and make some sinful music together.”
“You’ve got me there, but let’s just keep this between us for now.”
“Sure, but if you need my help. Let me know. I’ll gladly throw in a good word for you if you want my assistance.”
“Thanks, but let’s just get these guys inside and you off to work.”
“Yeah, you’re right. I need to get to the movie theater. It’s going to be a busy night.” Will my little angel have a date to the movies? No. At least she better not because I might have to break a motherfucker’s legs.
I get everything done back at the stables after Sammie takes off. I check in with Cyber twice, but he doesn’t have anything for me right away. He’s busy at the moment and it’s going to take a few more hours so I focus on the rest of my duties for the day before something else gets in the way. Most of which is paperwork because despite being hands-on, I have to handle the billing and supplies, but I outsource their paychecks after I submit the hours to them once a week to a payroll company in Dallas.
“Jefe, we’re good to call it a day,” Jose says, coming up to me while pulling off his gloves.
“Everything locked up?” I question, looking over his shoulder to see the sun starting to set.
“Yes.”
“Good. Take the rest of the night off. We’ll get started early tomorrow. Who is on duty tonight?”
“Heath.” He’s a good kid who has been working on the ranch for the past six months. He’s not quite used to the back-breaking hard work that ranching and farming entails, but he’s coming along.
“Good. I’ll be in the main house handling paperwork. Make sure you eat some food.”
“You too, Jefe. You looking like you didn’t eat a thing today.”
“Damn, are you saying I look like shit?”
“A little worse than shit, but we all have bad days when our minds aren’t in the right place. At least you didn’t get yourself gored.” He claps my back and walks away. He’s right because I wasn’t paying attention to anything but Angel and wondering who the hell she was.
I walk into the mudroom, shedding my boots, gloves, and hat. I need to get in the shower, have a beer and maybe eat some food. My muscles ache to the bone because I worked them so damn hard to keep busy. Plus, I managed to screw up more times than a new damn ranch hand trying to impress the boss.
The second the spray hits my body, a groan rips deep from within. It’s like a light massage even though I’d really prefer Angel’s hands on my chest, rubbing it down, squeezing my biceps until the ache subsided in them and grew elsewhere.
I grab my growing length, stroking that heavy motherfucker and thinking about that sweet girl and what I’d like to do to her. I’m close to nutting so hard that I let off my cock and take a breather. I want to enjoy the moment before I blow my load. It’s been brewing all day and is ready to erupt.
I take a deep breath and grab the soap off the shelf. Scrubbing my body, I try to think about my busy schedule which is loaded and I’m sure the Riders will be calling me in for some shit going down.
With my body scrubbed nice and good, I take my dick back in hand and get to stroking in long pulls, giving into the thoughts of Angel being here in the shower with me and those eyes looking up at me as her tiny hands reach out to take over. I groan, tossing my head back against the shower stall, enjoying her ministrations; then I open my eyes to find her sucking down the length into her mouth. Unable to hold back, I let go and bust my nut, shooting my cum against the shower wall and floor. Damn, even with cooling down some, I managed to come in a matter of a minute. The woman has me strung up tight.
Climbing out of the shower, my phone rings and I dash out to grab it because I sure as fuck don’t want to miss Cyber’s call.
“What’s up?”
“So I got the details on your girl. She’s Angel Ryan, a PI from Texas.” He goes on through the details and by the time he’s done, I’m fully dressed with a plan formulated in my head.