7. River

seven

River

" W atch out, she's a squirter."

"Don't you think I realize that by now, Bowen? My jeans are soaked from the last time she squirted."

"Guys, you have to be gentle. Who knows what might happen if you're too rough? She might shit in your bucket like Little Bit did to Bowen when he wasn't milking her correctly." Kyson says from beside Tipsy Hooker, looking like an expert goat milker as he squeezes each of her teats, filling up his bucket, minus the little balls of shit that fell out of Little Bit the first time Bowen tried to milk her.

"How in the hell are you getting that goat to cooperate with you?" Lady Thea struggles in my hold, reminding me that I'm a city boy who has no business trying to milk her.

Aubree gave us a crash course on how to milk goats before she went to check on the rest of her goats in the other barn. She made it look so easy, and the goats seemed to cooperate better with her than they do with us—well, Bowen and me. Kyson seems like a natural with Tipsy Hooker.

"What can I say? Women love me." Kyson coos at Tipsy Hooker as she bahs in response.

It's comical if you really think about it. Three, six foot plus, muscular professional hockey players sitting on tiny stools hunched over milking tiny goats.

"More like hookers love you." I nod toward the goat he's milking with a laugh, causing Bowen to snort in laughter, still trying to get Little Bit to stand still.

Instead of getting angry like usual at the insult, Kyson throws his head back with a loud laugh, causing all the goats to stare and him, their eyes blinking rapidly.

Maybe the farm is exactly what we needed. I haven't felt this relaxed in a long time.

That's how Aubree finds us—laughing like madmen with seven goats staring at us as she rounds the corner of the barn.

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, but the goats aren't going to milk themselves." She smiles, and I can't help but take in her soft curves.

The denim bib-overhauls she's wearing only accent her wide hips and large tits. Tits I'd rather be milking than the teats on these goats. Lady Thea head butts me pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Alright, alright. Settle down, and I'll milk you." I huff out a breath, situating myself on my tiny stool and arranging the demanding goat in the proper milking position.

"She's fickle. You have to show her who her boss is. Make sure your grip is firm but gentle. But don't squeeze too hard—no woman likes her tits to be squeezed hard." Aubree gives me a wink before she spins around, her ample hips swaying back and forth almost hypnotically. I do a double take unsure if what I saw was real or not only to be met with Aubree glancing over shoulder with another wink before turning back around to tend to one of her other goats.

Is Aubree flirting with me?

I glance at Bowen and Kyson only to find them staring at Aubree's retreating back, a look of longing on their faces. We're teammates. We can't be lusting after the same woman. Unless we share her. It's not like no one on our former team didn't share the same woman. Hell the whole team from the owners to the players are all involved in a group relationship, why should we be any different.

Once Aubree is out of hearing distance I motion for Kyson and Bowen to come closer to me. "I like Aubree and I think the two of you do to." I whisper not wanting to alert Aubree to our conversation. "I know it's only been a day but there's something special about her. I feel more relaxed, even calmer around her than I have in a long time."

"Me too." Kyson glances at Aubree and she gives him a warm smile.

"Same." Bowen adds, with hearts in his eyes.

I'm not sure what kind of hold she has over the three of us but it's worth exploring. "I think our ex-teammates and owners have it right. We should all be with her not just one of us."

They both nod in agreement giving me the go ahead to finish telling them my plan to woo our little goat girl.