“I’ve heard things, you know. I reckon a lot more goes on behind closed doors than most folks would think. Also, I grew up on a farm. When a male animal can’t get at a female for whatever reason, he improvises.” She waggled her eyebrows, as if that statement weren’t the most illuminating thing I’d ever heard. I’d never seen two male animals go at each other, but I s’pose it probably did happen.
“Uh, yeah, we’re gonna go now,” I said, getting my boots and coat on quick while Oscar did the same, except he kept turning to glance back at Irene.
“Will you be here for supper?” Irene asked.
“Try to,” I said, then I pulled Oscar out of the door behind me, and we slammed it shut and headed to the paddock.
“How much you suppose she knows, Jimmy? About what we do together?”
I clicked my tongue. “God knows. But that woman ain’t no fool. I reckon she can figure it out.”
Oscar broke into hysterical laughter as I unlatched the gate and whistled for the horses.
Chapter Fifteen
A Country Wedding
Oscar barely let me get inside after we’d turned out the horses in the paddock at our place. He attacked me and started pulling off my coat and unbuttoning my trousers while I tried not to fall on top of him.
“Hold on. Hold on. We need to set a fire in the stove.”
T’was barely warmer than outside, but we were so hot for each other we didn’t feel it much. I reckoned once we got naked we would, though. I’d had the foresight to restock the wood basket by the stove before we’d started to spend most of our time at the Trelawneys’, so t’was only a matter of throwing some logs in atop some kindling and getting it to catch. While I took care of that, Oscar lit the oil lamp on the bedside table, since clouds had come in and t’was dark and gloomy. Then he shucked all his clothes and took himself in hand, watching me while he stroked himself idly.
“That’s very distractin’,” I said, as I dusted the dirt off my hands and went to the sink. I pumped some cold water from the well to clean myself and wet a cloth for Oscar.
“Here,” I said, throwing it at him. “Wipe your bits and under your arms. You’re startin’ to stink.”
He caught it and gave me a look. “Yeah, well, you don’t smell all that wonderful, either, ’cept I’m a sucker for a dirty man.”
“I guess we oughta take Irene up on her offer to let us have baths at the house. I s’pose the embarrassment will be tempered by how nice it feels.”
“I suppose so. T’would be nice to have a proper bath,” Oscar sighed.
I dried my hands and walked o’er to where Oscar was sitting up, swiping the cloth under his arms and freshening up.
“Here,” I said, holding out my hand. I’d already pushed my suspenders down and taken off my shirt, so I was only in trousers, socks and union suit that was open to my waist.
Oscar passed the cloth to me with his eyebrows raised.
“Now get on all fours and I’ll clean the important bits.”
Oscar whistled a breath in. “Okay.”
He turned o’er and braced himself on hands and knees as I rinsed the cloth in the water and got some of the nice lemon soap on it.
“Spread your legs.”
My voice sounded gruff, and Oscar obeyed me like he was born to it, presenting himself to be washed, which I took my goddamn time doing.
T’was a pleasure to tease him with the soapy cloth and at the same time make him presentable. Don’t know who I’d present him to like this, except for myself, but that was reason enough to be thorough. Just because we lived in the middle of the wilderness didn’t mean we were animals.
First, I cleaned his cock while he complained of the coldness of the cloth, then I wiped around his balls—slowly and carefully—both to tease him and do the job. Then I went and dipped the cloth again to get it nice and wet and I rinsed the soap off those same spots.
“Oh—Jimmy. Gawd.”
His cock was harder than ever and didn’t seem to care about the temperature.
“Mmm. Gotta get you shiny clean, boy.”
