I couldn’t help watching the two of them closely. I was deadly curious and fascinated by their easy intimacy although I was sure I had been privy to Trey’s efficient conquest of Callum an hour earlier.
“How would you reward me, Liv, darling?” Trey murmured, nuzzling into her neck and kissing her freckled skin.
“I’d turn you to the wall, wrap my hand around your big, black cock, and jerk you off so slowly you’d about die before I let you come.” Her sweet, sugary voice saying those words made my cock twitch and throb.
“Oh, fucking hell,” Trey moaned, dropping his forehead to her shoulder. “You little tease.”
Liv giggled, flashing a smile my way.
I was hard in my pants again. I gulped, shifting on the bench, and took a bite of my burger. This place made me feel like a sixteen-year-old virgin.
“May I join you?” said a voice—deep and close by. Trey swore, turning away and trying to stand, except Liv took hold of his T-shirt and made him stay.
“Trey.”
“Michael,” Trey muttered, turning back to the table, pouting and sulking before picking up his burger.
“Michael, what?” the man said.
Trey spoke with his mouth full of meat. “Michael, Sir.”
“Better.” The man named Michael reminded me of a retired football player—big in the shoulders and upper body, slim from the hips down. His short brown hair had started to grey, but he looked like he could bench-press all three of us.
Liv giggled as Michael took a seat across from me and nodded. “You’re the new stable hand, aren’t you?”
I nodded. “Jensen Moriarty. Yes, Sir.”
One corner of Michael’s broad mouth flicked up. “You don’t have to call me Sir. He does.” Michael gestured at Trey. “He’s being punished.”
“Yeah, for nothing,” Trey muttered under his breath.
Michael kept looking at me. “Trey, do you want me to march you back to the stable right now for another lesson in restraint?”
Trey’s eyes popped wide, and he was quick to recant. “No, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”
Then Michael waited for me to say something.
“I’m still trying to wrap my head around this place,” I admitted.
“Yes, Adam told me you—”
“Thought I’d be looking after real horses. Yeah, that’s the big joke around here.” I was getting a little tired of having attracted so much attention to my innocent blunder. Couldn’t they all give a guy a break?
Michael regarded me carefully. “I don’t think your previous experience is a joke to the ponyboys. They’re wondering what it will be like being cared for by a man who’s used to dealing with large, unruly beasts.” He took a large bite of his hot dog and wiped some mustard off his chin. “Will you be rough and unyielding, or gentle and soothing? Will you relate to them like you’d relate to a beautiful, dumb animal?” He smiled, glancing at Trey and running his tongue over his bottom lip with deliberate intention. “They’re beside themselves to find out.”
I coughed, almost choking on my burger. Trey shivered from his head to his feet, glancing at me and then looking at Michael. “You want another weiner? Sir?” Trey said.
“Oh, Trey, you sexy little fuck. I’ll deal with you tomorrow. No doubt you’ve already enjoyed yourself and taken the edge off my lesson.”
“I…what…come on, Michael. What do you think I am?” Trey looked genuinely offended. But both Michael and Liv raised their eyebrows at him. “Okay fine. Have it your way. You know I’m a horny little slut. I don’t deny being one.”
I dropped what remained of my burger into my lap by mistake and swore, standing to clean myself off.
Trey moaned, glancing at my crotch.
Michael gave Trey a stern look. “Stand down.” He looked at me. “You watch out for this one. He’ll convince you he’s going to die without a hand job at breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”
“Jesus,” I said, suddenly feeling light-headed.
