11. Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Bare

Hermie’s scent was more intoxicating than the best whiskey I’d ever tasted, just as I knew he would be. I slathered my tongue over his hairless balls. He had a tight patch of curls around the base of his hard cock, which was proudly pointed up, ready for my mouth.

I engulfed him to the hilt, the head tickling the back of my throat, and I slowly withdrew, feeling the heat of him. I popped off and glanced up at him. “Are you still okay?”

Hermie’s eyes were hooded, and I could see he didn’t hate what I was doing. “Yes, Daddy.”

God, that was exactly what I wanted to hear. I took his hands and put them on my head, his fingers gently scraping my scalp. His encouragement was all I needed. I glanced up to meet his gaze and swallowed him down again.

“Oh, god. More.” His breathy voice had my cock screaming to get out of my jeans. I should have thought of that, but my attention was so focused on giving him pleasure, I didn’t consider my own discomfort.

I pulled off and lifted his erection with my hand, pushing him back to brace himself on his elbows. He propped himself so he could see me going for his sack. I sucked his left ball in my mouth and held it on my tongue, jacking his cock slowly.

When I moved to the right ball, I closed my eyes and circled the globe with my tongue before moving his leg up to his chest so I could reach my desired destination. “Hold this,” I ordered as I released his cock from my fist and pushed up his other leg. “This one too.”

Hermie did as I asked so I could get to my prize—his pink hairless hole. I blew on it to see it pulse. Hermie’s hips jerked as he sucked in a gulp of air.

“Safeword?” I wanted to push his boundaries, but not further than he was ready to go.

“No, Daddy.”

I nodded and went back to working my tongue inside him, feeling the tight ring of muscle begin to relax. Once I had his ass dripping with my saliva, I slid a finger in next to my tongue.

“Mmmm.” I was in heaven feasting on that sexy hole. My cock was trying to bust my zipper to get to it, but he wasn’t ready yet.

I pushed down on my zipper with my free hand as I pushed another finger inside him, loving the glide of my slick fingers inside him as I nibbled his taint. The wiggling he was doing made me grin. His moans and groans were confirmation that he was enjoying my assault on his delectable body.

“Daddy! I’m about to—”

Without removing my fingers from his ass, I engulfed his cock and sucked hard to pull his orgasm out of him. I found the sponginess of his prostate and circled my middle finger on it before he squealed and filled my mouth with his sweet-and-salty essence.

His body was rigid for a moment as his channel throbbed against my fingers still in his ass. I swallowed down every drop of him until he pulled my hair because his cock was sensitive. I slowly pulled off, took him in my arms and put him back into my lap.

His breathing was labored. Both cheeks beautifully flushed. “Baby boy, you okay?” He tucked his head under my chin, and in that moment, I felt a peace I’d never known.

Tears pricked my eyes, so I closed them. The contentment rolling through my body was everything I’d ever wanted.

Sunday morning, I woke at six when I heard Chuck and Lou pass the house and go to the barn. I snuggled into Hermie’s backside, my dick finding a warm home between his legs. Goddamn, it felt good to hold him and feel his heart beating under my hand.

Hermie turned in my arms, his eyes still half closed. “Was that a truck?” His hoarse whisper was cute.

“Yeah. Chuck and Lou are here to check on the horses, even though I told them I’d do it. You stay in bed. The hands are on their own today, so after I go see what’s going on at the barn, I’m coming back and climbing back in with you. Don’t move an inch, please.”

Hermie’s hand latched onto my morning wood, and I couldn’t get my ass to move. “Baby, that feels so good, but I need to get up.”

Without wasting a beat, Hermie slithered under the covers and took my cock into his mouth. It was sweet heaven, and as much as I wanted to get to the barn, I couldn’t conceive of leaving him.

It didn’t take him a second to massage my balls and gag on my cock. After the excessive control I had to use the previous day, I couldn’t hold back. “I can’t hold on, Baby boy.”

He shoved his head down until he had the head of my cock in his throat, and he swallowed, taking me to bliss. I couldn’t have held back if I’d tried.

Once he emptied my balls, I pulled him from under the covers to lay on top of me. He had a huge grin on his face. I stuck out my tongue and licked the side of his mouth where a drop of my cum had slipped out. “You taste better but thank you for saving me a cold shower.”

Hermie giggled as he rested his head on my chest. “I didn’t want you to get up, Daddy. I love sleeping with you.”

I kissed the top of his head. “Me, too, so stay here and let me crawl back in with you after Chuck and Lou leave.”

Gently, I rolled him onto his back and smiled. “I’ll make coffee and bring you a cup.” After a quick peck on the tip of Hermie’s nose, I slid out of bed and pulled on clothes.

I turned on the coffee maker that Hermie had set up the previous night, and I grabbed my warm jacket for the barn. As I was sliding my feet into my boots, I grabbed the keys to the feed truck to give Chuck and Lou a break. Chuck was opening the tree lot that morning for me, so it was the least I could do to spread feed for the cattle in the lower pasture where we’d cut the last hay in the fall. We were going to move the pregnant cows up closer to the barn for the winter, but that wouldn’t be for another week.

“Hey! Chuck, Lou?” I shouted as I went through the side door. Nobody was inside, but there was shouting outside the barn near the bunkhouse, so I rushed through the other side of the building and hopped the fence.

There, in the yard of the bunkhouse, was Jolly Rivers with his hand around the throat of someone I didn’t know. “Whoa! What the hell?”

Just then, Tilda stepped outside with a bag of peas on her right cheek and Bridget behind her with an arm around her shoulders. Bridget was crying, and it was easy to see Jolly was seeing blood. “You stupid mother fucker, I’ll kill you for this.”

“Fuck you, Rivers,” the guy said as he pulled a gun from the back of his pants.

Dirk stepped over and stood in front of Jolly. “Burdette, leave now before Bare calls the sheriff. Bridget told you she didn’t want to see you anymore, and you ain’t good at listenin’, son.”

When Dirk said Burdette, I recognized the guy. Ken Burdette was a kid who I’d seen around town. He was probably in his early twenties. His father had worked at Bare Ranch for my father until Dad fired him for stealing. Seemed the bad apple didn’t fall far from the tree.

“What the hell is going on?” I snapped as I jerked Ken around to face me. If he was going to shoot someone, it wasn’t going to be one of my hands.

“Put that fucking gun down, Ken.” Lou came around the side of the barn with a pitchfork, making me want to laugh.

“This ain’t your fight, Lou. I came out here to try to talk some sense into Bridget. She broke up with me, and when I knock on her window, she’s there in bed with that bitch.” He pointed to Tilda.

That was news to me, but there was a bigger question to be asked. “What the hell are you doing on my property? I thought my father tossed yours off the land for stealing and told him if he ever came back, he’d shoot him. That means every damn one of you Burdettes.”

“And you fucking hit her, you son of a bitch. You don’t hit a woman, you asshole.” Jolly started for Ken, so I stepped in front of him. I was the owner, and if anything happened, it would be me taking care of it.

“I looked in the window and they were going at it. Bridget is my girlfriend, not some—”

Tilda dropped the bag of peas and ran toward Burdette, but I caught her around the waist. “Easy, Tilda. He’s leaving.”

Lou poked him in the ass with the pitchfork and Burdette started to storm off, coming to a dead stop that nearly caused Lou to stick him. “Bridget, this ain’t over.” He then looked at Tilda. “And I’ll catch you at the Horseshoe sometime. I’ll make you sorry you messed with what’s mine.”

Lou poked him again, so the little bastard flipped me off before heading down the driveway. “How’d he get onto the property?”

“Probably hopped the fence,” Dirk responded.

Jolly chuckled. “If you wanna put electric on top of the fence, I’ll volunteer to put it up for you. No charge.”

“I’ll help,” Brady, Bridget’s brother spoke up.

Everyone jumped in to offer their aid, so I held up my hands. “I’ll get the materials, and you’ll all be paid for your time.”

I walked over to Tilda to see her wiggling her jaw. Bridget was standing next to her, still crying. “Tilda, do you need to go to the hospital?”

“Yes,” Bridget snapped.

“No. At most I’ve got a cracked jawbone which will heal. Come on, sweetheart.” She held Bridget’s hand, and they went back into the bunkhouse. Brady followed, then Jolly, Dirk, and Craig.

Chuck had taken the feed truck to the lower lot, and Lou was leaning on the pitchfork next to me. “I didn’t see that comin’.” He was smirking as his gaze turned toward the bunkhouse.

I damn well didn’t want to fire either one of them. Both girls worked damn hard. Tilda was a hell of a groom, keeping the horses clean and healthy. She made all the appointments for the vet and the farrier, so I damn well didn’t want to lose her.

Bridget ran the barn and kept track of the sales and births of the calves. She was also good at her job, and I didn’t want to lose her either. That was the problem with romance between cowboys—cowgirls, in this case. If love went south, they’d both leave.

“Will it cause a problem in the bunkhouse?” I glanced at Lou.

“Not if I don’t let it. Let’s see what happens. They’re damn fine folks.”

I nodded. He was right.

Conrad and Gracie arrived at the ranch at midmorning on Tuesday. Dirk and Jolly let him in instead of buzzing at the gate.

I hadn’t gotten to go back to bed with Hermie, and when I explained to him what happened, he insisted on baking brownies and two pans of lasagna to take to the bunkhouse for their dinner. He truly was the perfect man for me.

“Come on in, Connie.” When Connie had called to confirm they could come on Tuesday, he and I had decided to keep things casual for Hermie’s sake. I was sure my boy had plenty of questions.

“Hello, Grace.” I leaned forward to hug her; a greeting Conrad and Gracie had agreed was acceptable.

“Hi, Decker. Where’s Hermie?” Grace had her hair in braids above her ears, signaling that she was in her middle mindset instead of her little mindset as was usual at the club.

Grace was wearing jeans and a Christmas sweater with sneakers that she took off immediately at the door, placing them on the rug.

As a rule, I didn’t ask anyone to remove their shoes unless they were muddy or stunk of cow or horseshit. When I glanced down, I saw Grace had bright blue toes with little snowmen on them. I wondered if maybe she wanted to show them off.

“He’s in the kitchen making cinnamon rolls. Come on. He’s excited to see you, Grace.”

“Thank you, Decker.” She and Connie followed me into the kitchen where Hermie was taking out the delicious-smelling pastries. They made my mouth water, just like Hermie in his skinny jeans and my flannel shirt that he had tied up around his waist. I’d nearly dropped to the floor when he asked if he could borrow it.

I had planned to take him shopping but seeing him in my favorite shirt was a fantasy come true. “Hermie, this is my friend, Conrad. Connie, this is Hermie.”

Grace hung off Conrad’s arm. “This is my Daddy, Hermie. Daddy, may Hermie call you Connie?”

Connie smiled. “He certainly may, and at the club, he’s welcome to call me Daddy Conrad if he wishes and Decker gives his approval.”

Hermie stared at me, awaiting my response. “I’m fine with it. We can talk about it before going.” His sweet smile told me everything I needed to know. He appeared interested in learning about the kink we all embraced.

“How about we dig into these rolls before we go for a ride?” I glanced at Connie to see his agreeing smile.

“Please, take a seat.” Hermie invited them to sit at the island as he pulled plates from the cabinets. He didn’t seem nervous, which was a blessing.

Grace, Connie, and I sat at the island as Hermie scampered around the kitchen pulling together a snack for us before Connie and I left the two of them alone. I hoped maybe Gracie could put Hermie at ease, but I wasn’t certain.

Connie bit into the delicacy set before him, staring at Hermie before he swallowed and took a sip of coffee. “This is the best damn thing I’ve tasted in my life,” Connie said before he turned to Grace, “food wise.”

Hermie glanced at me, his jaw dropping in surprise. I was caught off guard, as well. Gracie began giggling, which set the rest of us off.

Once we all calmed down, we finished our pastries, and I could see Hermie was beginning to fidget so I touched his shoulder. “Connie and I are going to the barn to saddle up some horses and take a ride. You two relax. We’ll be back in an hour or so.”

I kissed Hermie’s forehead and gave him a hug, holding him a little longer than necessary.

“Sweet Gracie, be a good girl. If you need anything, you should ask Hermie for it or call me. I love you.” He kissed her on both cheeks before he kissed her lips and followed me outside.

Connie was silent until we got to the gate. “He’s a beautiful boy, Decker. Do you think he’ll stay?”

That was the million-dollar question… would he?