Although seeing Luke all dirty and spent was enough to make me want to rev him up again.
I expected a few words from the rebellious ponyboy once his gag was removed, maybe telling Liv and Brian what had occurred earlier or trying to provoke me into doing something else I shouldn’t. But Luke was quiet as a mouse and simply disappeared behind the partition to get dressed.
I helped Liv and Brian wipe down the showers and rinse the soiled gear to clean properly the next morning. The ponyboys were dismissed earlier but my shift didn’t end until four.
Brian had to give Adam a report on my progress back at the house, so he went with Liv. I dried my feet off, put on my socks and boots, and grabbed my hat, lifting it to my face to smell its familiar scent. As I inhaled the embedded dirt and dust from countless summers, a calm feeling drifted through me. I had handled everything the BCR had thrown at me. I might be a regular cowboy in a new world of kink, but I’d held up pretty well.
I put on my hat and strode down the dirt path toward the bunkhouse, wondering what other challenges awaited me.
When I wiped my boots on the rubber mat and entered the cabin, all the men stopped what they were doing to look at me. I shut the door behind me, ignoring them. I tossed my hat on the end of my bunk and sat, pulling off my boots.
I’m not sure what I’d expected but it wasn’t this. I placed my boots neatly on the floor by my bunk and sat there, looking around at everyone silently. Luke was nowhere to be seen.
Finally, Callum walked over and extended his hand. I blinked in surprise but accepted the gesture. The tall man drew me up so we stood at eye level.
I cleared my throat. I had no idea what to say. “Look, I’m sorry if I—”
Callum grinned. “Don’t be sorry. I enjoyed every minute of it.”
I grimaced awkwardly. “Oh. Oh, good. I wasn’t sure how things were going to be back here after…that.”
Callum licked his lips as his eyes drilled into me, all kinds of intense. “Well…they can be any way you want them to be. I…uh…I’m pretty good at massages.”
It took a second for me to recognize this as a proposition. I was surprised, although I had given this man a much-needed hand job earlier.
God, this place was such a mindfuck.
“Oh, yeah, thanks, but I was just going to take a quick shower.”
“Okay,” Callum nodded. “Sure.”
I smiled. “Thanks though. Maybe another time.”
Callum blushed. “Definitely. Let me know.”
“I will,” I said, digging a pair of clean briefs out of my bag, grabbing a towel, and heading for the bathroom, hoping with everything I had left to find it empty.
When I pushed the handle and swung the door inward, I gave the large room a quick scan. There was no sign of another occupant, so I let the door swing shut and went into a changing stall to divest myself of my soiled clothes. Once naked, I exited the stall and made a startled sound when I noticed Luke leaning against the closed door, staring at me with a satisfied look on his drop-dead-gorgeous face. He was in a pair of skimpy black boxer briefs, and his arms were folded over his chest.
My stomach lurched. Jesus Christ. Luke looked as if he had plans, and I could only imagine what those might be.
“Hey,” I said, with a nervous smile I hoped might disarm him.
Luke’s eyes travelled slowly down my naked body to my bare feet and back up to my reddening face. My nervous system followed his lust-filled gaze with a trail of goose pimples along its path. I shivered.
The blood rushed to my dick, making it rise and point directly toward the man giving me a heated, predatory look.
Before I could think of something to say, Luke strode forward and grabbed a metal chair from the changing area. He quickly tilted it and braced it snugly between the floor and the door handle, effectively preventing anyone outside the room from getting in.
“You going to take a shower?” Luke asked. “Or stand there gawking?”
Oh shit.
He waited there, the door braced shut, expecting me to put on a fucking show.
Goddamn it.
I summoned every ounce of acting ability I had and nonchalantly walked towards the shower farthest from Luke. My heart pounded, and I desperately wanted to see if he had followed or still stood by the door, but I didn’t dare look. When I got there, I turned on the showerhead and ducked under the warm spray, welcoming the warmth and wetness on my sweaty skin, despite everything else. My heart pounded in my chest, my cock throbbed, and it took everything I had not to turn around.
