“Last time that happened, I got crumbs in the bed, and you’d just changed the sheets, so I don’t want a replay of that,” he said, flashing me a big smile. He wobbled his head as the animal ears flopped from side to side.
“Fine,” I said, pulling him into my arms and kissing him on the bridge of his nose. His head dipped, aiming for my armpit where he hummed and let out a big exhale. “You all good down there?” I asked. “Because you’re not gonna find breakfast there.”
He looked back at me, pouting. “Breakfast is wherever I can scavenge it from,” he said, his hands on my chest, and then slipping under the tight white tank top. “And I think I found something I want more.”
“You did, huh?” I asked, lifting my chin and letting the stubble tickle him. “Because I don’t think I put your breakfast up there.”
Jace’s fingers moved swiftly, going down, one hand cupped my balls. He gasped. “They feel so heavy, Daddy. You need me to be a good little cowboy and help you empty them?”
“We don’t have a lot of time, but I’d love for you to lighten the load.”
On his knees, he didn’t have to do much work for my cock to spring into an erection. He worked it for a moment with a hand and then into his mouth it went, slamming it hard against the back of his throat. I steadied myself with a hand on the edge of the counter, and another on the small breakfast table. I didn’t last long, but I blamed the way he worked my balls for that. He’d discovered that little trick, just cupping them and rolling his thumb across them had my toes curling and my cock ready to release.
He slurped it all day, licking his lips. “I like Daddy’s milk,” he said, pulling my boxers up from my ankles. “And I’ve put him back to bed. I’m so good, aren’t I?”
With a finger under his chin, I gestured for him to rise. He stood in front of me, his lips still glossy. I kissed him. “You’re a good boy, but what I wanted to release somewhere else?”
“Where else would you?” he asked with a pout.
“For starters, in that little ass.”
“I guess you’ll have to build it all up again so you’ve got enough to fill me with then.”
I nodded, keeping eye contact. “I guess I will, and so will you.”
“I already had my protein shot, but I guess I could go for pancakes too.”
“Oh, you better, I need my boy all full up for the work we’ve got to do today,” I told him.
With Thanksgiving coming up, we had a lot of work to do around the ranch, and there was also something special coming up the week after the holiday, and I was going to surprise Jace with it on our horseback ride later.
Watching Jace switch from the little he played in the house, to the adult he had to be on the outside was interesting, but there was always that glimmer of the little in his eyes whenever he wiggled his brows at me or made a joke.
“Do you kill any of these for their meat?” I asked as we collected the eggs.
He laughed. “No, god no, these are layers,” he said.
I stood straight and stared at him. “And that’s supposed to mean something?”
“You’ve been here for months, and you’re only just learning that there are two types of chicken,” he said with a giggle. “You’ve got layers, and you’ve got broilers. Layers lay eggs which we pick. We only let the rooster near the eggs and the hens to fertilize them when we’re ready to incubate and accommodate new chickens. Usually, we do that in the spring.”
“And do they produce broilers?” I asked, the word only familiar because it’s part of an oven.
“Nope. It’s a different breed of chicken altogether. We don’t have the space for all the stuff needed to have those types of chickens, because you need to kill them, pluck them, and they’ve got a fast lifespan.”
I nodded, learning something new. “Do you ever eat these?”
He nodded. “Once they stop laying eggs, but they’re not particularly meaty. And I never have to do any of that stuff, I don’t think I’d like to be killing them.” A shudder went through him, rattling the wicker basket of eggs on his arm. “Especially since they see me as their friend.”
I noticed they didn’t peck him as much as they did to me, so he was probably onto something there about them seeing him as a friend. “So, you could scale up on the egg production if you had all these eggs fertilized.”
Jace glanced at me and then looked away, slightly rolling his eyes.
“Hey,” I said. “What’s that look for?”
“You’re sounding like Olivia now,” he said. “She doesn’t get the animals like I do. Well, the animals except for the horses, you can have those.” Another shudder ran through him from his shoulders down. “She suggested we should become a more commercial egg laying operation. She was in talks with some Vermont stores, but the figures they were asking for was wild, even so for the Wilde family.”
“I’ve never been on the business side, but surely, if you had a company pushing money in, you could make more barns, more coops, and increase the growth.”
