Truckers have a reputation for doing more than driving on the road. Rough work, rough rides, and rough trade are often the game. But when Robert meets Sean, a walker looking for a way down to Florida, something shifts. Sean had been knocked around by more than someone's fists, and it touches Robert's heart.<br><br>Sometimes horsing around is just fun and games. And sometimes it's something else entirely ...

Horse Sense

“Not anymore, they’re broodmares. But yeah, they both raced.”


Sean had stopped listening I could tell. He ran his hands over Bessie’s muzzle, smiling when she puts her forehead against his chest. His slender fingers stroked her long ears. “She’s great!”


“Now that you got to know the front end, want to help with the back end?”


“Come on. I need to get the trailer mucked out.”


He worked hard, scooping out the wet hay and shit, hustling the wheelbarrow down to the manure pile. Within twenty minutes, we had it two stalls spic and span. Dust from the fresh hay hung in the air and Sean sneezed three times and laughed. 


He made me laugh and in that moment I fell for him—just a little.


He saws me looking at him and his smile changed from something fun-loving and innocent to something stirring and not-so-innocent. He leaned back against the two hay bales, arms out, legs apart.


My cock snaked up in my shorts and began to pay attention.


Chapter 4