Ranch Hand (PDF)

Get your nasty cowboy boots off of my bed. It’s probably got cow shit on the bottom of them.”
He laughs but puts them on the ground. “Oh, darlin’ I’m sure they do. You use to like these cowboy boots.” I still do. ‘Now, I guess you prefer loafers?”
I grunt and walk toward my balcony. My room is the only one on the house that has one. The Texas air is starting to get humid and I pull off Levi’s shirt. I hand it to him.
“It’s getting hot out here,’ I say.
“Well, feel free to take the rest off while you’re at it.” He grins and tosses his shirt onto my bed. “Do you remember?” he asks, leaning over the railing and looking out toward the pond.
“Remember what?” I ask.
“All the times I use to climb the trellis to sneak into your room?” He turns toward me but I keep my eyes focused on the pond. “The times I begged for you. Begged you to let me make love to you, for you only to pull away and say you weren’t ready.” He steps forward. “The times we kissed until our lips were bruised, or us tearing at each others clothes until we were naked in each others arm.” His long index fingers pushes the strands of hair back from my neck. “Prom night,” he laughs, “or my favorite. Graduation night. The night I finally got to make love to you for the first time. In the barn. That was the best summer of my life.” A low animal sound hums through his throat. “When you let me touch you all over,” he says, his hand wondering to my waistline. I fight the urge to slap his hand back but he feels so good.
Levi rests his hands on my waist and a wet hot lust consumes me. His lips flicker at my earlobe and I grab the railing for support. I feel his hardness against my ass and I shiver. Levi groans in my ear when his cell phones rings and he pulls away from me, not knowing I want him back, I want him touching me. He answers the phone and his voice is deep.

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