but imagine what those callused palms would feel like kneading her own pliant flesh instead.
He wasn't even touching himself, yet Kayla felt her breasts grow heavy as she watched him work. The way his muscles flexed under his smooth skin was hypnotic. She thought how alike he and the horse were — two prime specimens. The very best their respective species had to offer. Physically well worth the stud fees, as far as she was concerned. Though she suspected she had the better deal over the filly who had come to be impregnated by the four-legged stud this afternoon. Unlike that poor beast, she would get some foreplay out of the deal. Hopefully, a lot of foreplay.
'Well, now. I think you're ready to take a load off after your exhausting day. What do you think?' He asked the horse as he tossed the brush on the table and walked around to the animal's head. He gently ran his hand down its nose, and the horse nuzzled his fingers for a moment. 'C'mon then, Studly. Let's get you fed and bedded. I've got work to do. And miles to go before I sleep.' He took the animal's lead and walked him toward the stall next to Kayla's hiding spot.
He passed within two feet of her and she finally got a good look at his face. She had been half-hoping he would be scarred, or flawed in some minor but interesting way. In reality, pretty men were not her thing. But he was more than pretty. He was rugged and gorgeous with a square chin, wide cheekbones and lips that were full, but infinitely masculine. She tightened her thighs together as she noticed that there were several days of golden stubble covering his cheeks and chin. She felt herself get quite warm imagining the severe case of whisker burn she was going to have on the inside of her thighs tomorrow.
Every small detail she'd wanted was there. Unlike the men she dealt with on a daily basis, he was raw and deliciously rough-looking. She hated to admit it, even to herself, but it looked like Miss Bright had found her the exact embodiment of all her cowboy fantasies.
He fed the horse, left the animal with an affectionate pat on the rump, and slid the gate shut. He stopped for a moment, just a few feet away from her, and hit a large button located just outside the stall she was hiding in. The stable door came sliding down, whisper-quiet to avoid startling the horses. Kayla felt fear rise in her throat once again as she realized her closest escape route had just been eliminated. The other entrance, at the opposite end of the stable, now seemed a million miles away.
Strolling back to the tack area across from Kayla, the cowboy slowly stripped off his leather gloves and threw them on the table. They were followed by his hat. Wiping a forearm across his sweaty forehead, he moved towards the far wall where there was an industrial-sized stainless steel sink and a hose neatly attached to the wall beside it.
Kayla bit down on her lip and watched as he began unbuttoning his shirt. The back he revealed was smooth, tanned, and exquisitely muscled. He leaned forward, exposing a fantastic denim-clad butt that was round, tight, and perfect for squeezing. Her panic retreated and lust took its place at the forefront of her mind. She couldn't wait to get her hands on that ass.
Bringing the hose up to his head, he sprayed water all over his damp hair and grunted as the water slid down his back. He flipped his head and a shower of droplets flew onto the floor behind him. After washing his hands in the sink, he turned off the water, dropped the hose, and sighed as he stretched his massive back until it cracked. Turning around, he closed his eyes for a moment, and leaned against the brick wall.
She could see all of him now. His chest, sprinkled with light brown hair, was ridged with muscle but not bulky like that of a weight lifter. His body was typical of men who came by their impressive physiques through a lifetime of hard work rather than rigorous sessions with a personal trainer.
She was so busy admiring his body that she hadn't noticed when he opened his eyes. Was it just her imagination, or was he looking exactly in her direction? But why wouldn't he? He knew she was there. She'd been so caught up in her voyeuristic fantasy that she'd forgotten he was playing a role. He was just pretending to be a hard-working cowboy who was completely oblivious to her presence. Still, it was disconcerting the way he seemed to be staring exactly where she was standing.
Still looking in her general direction, he ran both hands through his wet hair and wiped water off his face. Drawing his palms down his smooth torso, he skimmed some moisture off his chest. He paused to flick a few droplets off his fingertips and returned his hands to his stomach where he seemed to trace the defined ridges of his abdominal muscles for a moment before reaching down to cup his bulging zipper with one large hand.
Kayla felt a rush of moisture flood her panties as she watched him boldly caress himself through his jeans. Her own right hand travelled down her neck, past her breasts, and settled low on her stomach, teasing herself, as she watched him tweak one of his flat brown nipples with the hand that was not squeezing his impressive package.
Slowly, he unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his slim hips a few inches. The masculine notches of his hipbones became evident, and then he eased his penis out of its denim prison. 'Ahhh,' he gasped, and wrapped his hand around the thick shaft.
Kayla caught her breath. His cock was both long and very thick. It jutted out from his body as he slowly pumped his fist from the wide base to the plum-sized head. With his other hand, he eased his jeans down another few inches until they caught at mid-thigh. Now she could see the tangle of his light brown pubic hair, his testicles, and the thick muscles of his upper thighs, flexing as he slowly moved his hips in time with his hand.
This was not some teenage boy furtively touching himself in an attempt to ease some sexual tension. This was a man who was familiar with his body, and knew exactly what to do to wring as much pleasure from the act as possible.
She watched, riveted, as he reached down with the other hand and cupped his balls, widening his stance for better access.
'Oh God. Yeah.' He gasped, throwing his head back until the veins stuck out in his neck in sharp relief. His hand moved up and down on his big cock, very gradually picking up speed.
Alone in the stall, standing on the bale of hay, Kayla slid her skirt up her thighs until her white cotton panties were completely exposed. She cupped her cleft over the damp cotton and gave it a squeeze. She feasted her eyes on him as his expression became tight with building pleasure. His hand on his shaft moved smoothly, circling the head and then squeezing along the base.
Kayla shifted her panties to the side and fluttered her fingers along her slippery folds. A little sigh escaped her and she hoped he wouldn't hear her as she circled her aching clit with one fingertip.
From his intense expression it would seem that he hadn't noticed a thing. His technique had become more erratic now and his hand and hips were pistoning jerkily in counter rhythm to each other, faster and faster. His teeth were gritted together and his brows were lowered over his tightly shut eyes. She wondered what he was thinking about as he jerked himself off. A Centerfold maybe? Or a girlfriend? It didn't really matter. Right this second he was hers. No one else, past or present, mattered.
From the soft grunts he was making it was becoming evident that he was quickly losing control. Wanting to share this with him, Kayla plunged two fingers deep into her sheath and ground her clit against her palm, thrusting her fingers and moving her hips in cadence with his accelerating movements. It was so fucking good. She tightened her thighs around her hand to increase the friction and bit her lip to avoid crying out as pleasure washed over her.
Across from her, a guttural cry escaped his lips as he came. White jets burst forth as he jerked his hand along his shaft one final time and then was still.
Chapter Four
In the silence of the stable, his breathing was very loud. His longish golden hair fell forward and obscured his expression, but she could see that he was not smiling. Kayla slumped against her corner and tried to regulate her own exhalation. Straightening her clothing she watched as he cleaned up using a small hand towel that was hanging next to the sink, and then tucked himself back into his jeans.
Unexpectedly, she felt something warm brush the back of her neck. Startled, she squealed as she realized Kingmaker was trying to sniff her through the gap in the wood between the stalls. She covered her mouth, but it was too late. He'd heard her. Her cowboy was striding towards her hiding spot and he didn't look happy at all.
He slid the stall's iron gate open a few feet and stood there with his hands on his hips. His expression was
