Chapter 16

I give him my best, using everything I learned while working on that Missouri ranch. Cowhands taught it all to me. That bunkhouse was pure wallow.

In no time, Abel is bucking and coming, letting go a roar with his load. I drink it down, eager for all of him I can get, and once he’s done, I keep on him, caressing his soft cock until he finally pulls away.

He rolls onto his back, and I grow bold and sit beside him. When he doesn’t chase me off, I lean down and kiss his cheek. He doesn’t respond, doesn’t move, not even a twitch. So I give him a light kiss on the lips. This is it, I think as I do it. He’ll either be pleased or kill me.