My breath caught in my throat as Noah wrapped his arm around me and pulled close.
“Yep. I’m a gentleman cowboy, all right,” I murmured, remembering getting plowed into a bench by the man sleeping peacefully in the top bunk. The guy who also had some kind of thing going with the young man now nestled snugly against me, both of whom would be completely under my care the next day at the grooming barn.
I drove those thoughts from my mind and closed my eyes, feeling every little tremor passing through Noah’s body until I managed, somehow, to fall asleep.
Chapter Ten
When I woke the next morning, it was again to male voices talking and teasing. Noah’s arm was still draped over me. The poor guy had fallen asleep finally and hadn’t woken up in time to go back to his own bunk. And now we were both in for some teasing.
“Awe, how cute? Noah and Jensen all cuddly and cute together. Cowboy gets around.”
I counted to three and opened my eyes, shifting so I could look at whoever had made the remark. It was Callum, of course.
Hunter gazed down at us and shrugged. “Better than Noah whimpering in his own bunk all night. Guy’s terrified of storms. I’m sure Jensen was only providing some comfort. And I, for one, appreciate his kindness. I slept like a fucking log.”
I was about to say something when Callum grinned and winked at me. “No worries, my friend. Any buddy of Noah’s is a buddy of mine.” He held out his hand. “Peace?”
I regarded the outstretched hand, then moved my own to meet it, trying not to wake Noah, who was still sleeping deeply, looking tousled and adorable beside me. “Peace.”
We shook and Callum went back to his morning routine.
A head popped over the edge of the upper bunk.
“Good morning, cowboy,” Luke said, voice rough with sleep. He didn’t act surprised to see Noah in my bunk. He shook his head. “Guy is twenty-one and scared of thunderstorms. Thanks for looking after him. If he’d have crawled into my bed, we might have blown our cover. I don’t know how you can resist such soft skin and his sweet mouth.”
Resisting the man’s charms had been difficult. My morning erection stirred from Noah’s closeness. But I’d managed, and we’d both gotten a decent night’s sleep.
“Noah,” Luke barked, startling the younger man awake.
Noah blinked and sat up, looking around as if he remembered nothing from the night before. “What?”
“Get the fuck out of my cowboy’s bunk. I know you weren’t doing anything—you’re not supposed to—but now you’re awake, get lost.”
Noah came to his senses. He pulled away from me and stood up shakily beside the bunk in his little red boxer briefs.
“But first, give Jensen a kiss on the cheek to thank him for being so nice,” Luke ordered.
Noah blushed, then leaned down and pressed his soft lips to my stubbled cheek. “Thank you. I mean it,” he said before tossing Luke a sheepish smile and moving off to find his toothbrush and washcloth.
I gazed up at Luke, who was still bent over the edge of the top bunk, watching me.
“Time to get up and face the morning, cowboy. Who knows what the day will bring?”
Who knew, indeed? The possibilities made my head spin.
*
Two weeks passed.
Somehow, I got used to the daily experience of intimately grooming these handsome men and to the ribbing and teasing going on daily in the bunkhouse. I became familiar with the techniques and the implements popular with this particular brand of role-play. And I adapted to doing nasty dirty things with Luke when we could snatch twenty minutes somewhere private. Things that made my heart beat faster and my cock weep more than ever before. He knew how to fuck; goddamn, did he ever. And he knew how to make me his bitch. I loved every minute.
My second week, I went on the night shift and learned how to keep the modern stables clean, how to disinfect the various stations, and how to clean spunk off a variety of surfaces. The feel of the job was different, but not bad. I continued to enjoy making things clean and tidy and neat.
I’d learned how to wash men and mop floors with the same purposeful intention, the distraction of caged cocks and hard muscles always there, but I got better at ignoring them. At least, I could ignore these things with some ponyboys. Both Luke and Noah continued to affect me to my very core, and I had to conceal my desire for the younger man on many occasions.
Because, so far, Luke hadn’t repeated his suggestion of sharing Noah with me, and I didn’t dare propose the idea. Even though, at night when I was alone in my bunk, the thought of being with Luke and Noah in the showers was pretty much all I could think about.
This place was doing a number on my inhibitions.
