Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
When I’d asked Brooks’s uncle—who’d insisted I call him Uncle Curtis from the moment he’d met me—if I could take a stab at cooking breakfast for everyone, he’d sent me straight to the chicken coop with a big wicker basket. There’d been no instructions beyond that, so it’d been a rough start with trying to maneuver myself around what had turned out to be some very hungry chickens, but a text from Brooks had explained that I needed to feed the little beasts first and had told me where to find the seeds they ate. His text had included an assortment of emojis, including chickens, eggs, laughing smileys, and several of the pile of shit ones.
In truth, I’d kind of forgotten about feeding breakfast to anyone after I’d started interacting with the chickens. They’d probably been a whole lot less fascinated with me than I was with them, but it’d been strangely soothing to interact with them after their feeding frenzy.
Then I’d had my own feeding frenzy with Hot Cowboy, whose real name now took up way too much of my brain.
Flynn.
God, even now I could feel the scrape of his beard along the skin around my mouth. I couldn’t say I’d ever fucked a guy, let alone kissed one, who’d sported more than just some scruff on his jaw. Who would have guessed that the sensation of the little whiskers would make my skin tingle?
I shut down the image of Flynn’s amber eyes glued to mine right before he kissed me.
There was no reason I’d ever need to interact with the asshole ever again. I wasn’t going to offer him any apologies and I wasn’t interested in any explanations, if he deigned to try and give me one. It would be easy to keep away from him. Like most of the cowboys on the ranch, he would spend most of his day working with the cows—no, cattle—so I’d never even have to set eyes upon him again until I left Wyoming for good.
You can get on that plane today, you idiot.
I could. I should. It wasn’t like I couldn’t afford to send for a car and driver or take Brooks’s rental to the airport and pay someone to drive it back to the ranch. Getting back to my life in New York was exactly what I needed to do. I knew who I was there. Others knew who I was there. It would be easy to find some strong, buff guy with whiskey-colored eyes to fuck me. Since I’d bottomed from the time I’d lost my virginity, I knew a random hookup would be exactly what I needed. The guy would clumsily fuck me in a bathroom stall at some random club and before my dick had gotten hard enough for me to even attempt to jerk myself off, the guy would be slamming me as hard as he could into the wall or whatever I was braced against and shouting in my ear as he filled the condom. I could spend the entire time imagining it was Flynn standing behind me, manhandling me, treating me like I was something to use to get off and then leaving me hanging. No kissing, no soft whispers, no slow, delicious exploration of my body before slowly working his cock into me as we lay face to face, our expressions locked in wonderment at how good it felt as we became one.
So why wasn’t I hightailing it back home and getting the gorgeous asshole out of my mind by having his lookalike fuck me like all the other guys did? One round of disappointing sex with a guy who looked like Flynn would instantly put him out of my mind. So why was I still here?
“Because I like it here,” I said softly to Lovey.
It was true, even if I didn’t know why it was true. As much as I’d joked with Brooks about finding a hot cowboy for myself, that had honestly been the last thing on my mind. The first had been that I’d wanted to be there for Brooks because I’d heard in his voice with each phone call how hard returning to Eden had been for him. There was no second explanation, no third one either. Bottom line was that I was still here because I liked being here.
That was it. I liked the busy working ranch where I stuck out like a flaming beacon even when I wasn’t wearing my designer outfits that were fresh off the runway and my flawlessly applied makeup. I didn’t have to be someone mysterious here. There was no need to hide. No clubs, no boring job, and best of all, no guys I allowed to use me in the hope that it would give me whatever it was that was missing from my life.