I head up the wide staircase and as I stride the long hallway, I toe off my boots along the way. They're darn dusty from the job but this is a working ranch and Jock Foxworth isn't too precious about dirty boots.
I unhook the leather belt with iron buckle forged by Quint, then my low slung back jeans, feeling my cock prick up from being exposed to the air. I lower the pants and step out of them, dropping them where they land. That's all I'm wearing, preferring the freedom of commando. I keep going, my cock swaying ahead of me like a masthead. It's a huge fucker and eager to be gripped tightly in something sweet.
“Sorry bud, it's just you and me tonight,” I tell him as I wrap my heavy palm around the solid length and stroke from tip to root.
I drop my shirt behind me and step into the enormous bathroom. The tub is full in moments and I find that huge bottle of bubbling stuff that foams up better than a brew at McDools.
Wild horses would never drag me to admit my guilty pleasure. Can you imagine? I'd never hear the end of it from the guys. With my dick still in my fist, I sink my massive body into the free-standing tub with an ecstatic sigh. A hot bath is close to orgasmic.
“All I need is some well-rounded woman who loves it rough to join me in here to make this day perfect.”
That's not gonna happen so I stroke my solid steel while I soak out the tension in my shoulders. Then, with the plug withdrawn, I pick up the pace until my balls draw up hard and my seed spews into the water and disappears down the hole.
Relaxed at last, I get out of the tub and reach for one of the white towels.
“Shit.” I almost forgot the guests are arriving tomorrow. I was gonna head down the back stairs and direct across the yard to my house but I better pick up my duds in case they all get here early. I take the opposite direction down the hall to where I dropped my filthy jeans, rubbing the white bath towel across my hard ass cheeks, up the solid ripples on my stomach.
I just stretch up, arching my back and feeling the good burn as I reach behind to towel off my shoulders when a shrill screech makes my eardrums shudder and cringe.
Chapter TWO
Dallyce
I go hurtling out into the hall when I hear the wild squeal, ready to protect Modesty from her latest terror. She's been fearful of just about everything since we left home on this rodeo ranch tour. I know our home town's pretty free of wild beasts aside from the cockier of the cowboys, but lying awake all night because a bug is at the window is bizarre. Poor kid. She's only nineteen—two years younger than me but she seems more like my little sister, who just turned fourteen. Even after we were both crowned princesses at the Stampede, the biggest event of the year, Modesty cried for an hour.
“I'm sorry. I'm being silly but it's the first time I've ever been away from home. I miss my Mom.”
“Don't worry. We all had to leave and go out on our own once.”
I myself have yet to actually strike out alone from the safety of my family nest.
“She'll grow up fast on this trip,” Violet had announced.
After being crowned queen of the stampede she's pretty vocal with her opinion.
It makes my night and I can't suppress a massive grin when I see the handsome butt naked guy in the passage. He's equally shocked to see us, clearly. But it's not the look on his face that interests me. The guy has biceps like I've never seen, lean and round, bulging with energy. His chest is equally strapping tautening all the way down over a stomach I could grate Parmesan on.
If we were allowed to eat any pasta during this tour. Which we are not. I guess they figure Rodeo Princesses should only nibble on a flank steak. Or maybe eat nothing at all.
I'm rambling. I'm flustered. Why? Because I happen to continue trawling down the hunk's unbelievably toned body and arrived at the source of Modesty's horror.
Dude has a thick prick the size of a donkey. Or a bull. Insert any animal with a massive rock hard cock. It's absolutely stunning, wide, the perfect length, smooth and pulsating with power. I haven't seen many nude guys in my life unfortunately, but out of those I have come across, this one is by far the most strapping. Solid muscle carving out his entire body, smooth and glossy from being wet still. There's even a couple of bubbles trailing the ridge at his stomach. And he's wearing nothing at all but his cowboy hat. Gotta love a man that takes a bubble bath in his hat.
His eyes snap across to me, standing beside Modesty read to defend her honor and his surprise morphs into a big grin to match mine. I quickly wipe mine away before he gets the wrong idea. The hunk flips the towel he's holding in mid air behind his back, where he was side-swiping it across what I'm sure is a fine set of rippling deltoids, to unfurl it like a pennant at his waist. He holds it there, in front of the dagger of muscle pointing down beneath the material.