And I wasn’t finished.
“I mean the kissing is great, don’t get me wrong, and I love the way you bring me to orgasmic bliss, playing and sucking on my nipples. But I want to touch you too Hendrixx, I might be new to this intimate stuff, but I do read you know. I am aware of a thing called blue balls, and you must be having a major case of it unless what we do doesn’t—”
“Oh god, my ears, my ears!” Fenixx groaned woefully, making me jump then groan in embarrassment, “get me some bleach, so I can forever wash away hearing my pure and sweet Blakey Izzie talking about my brother’s dick.”
This is not happening; this is not happening. I chanted over in my head, hiding my face in my hands. Through my slightly separated fingers, I could see Fenixx standing between my horse and Stash with his fingers shoved in his ears, his face horrified at what he’d just heard from me.
I was mortified, so much so, I didn’t even dare risk a look at Hendrixx, not after spewing out what I should have kept to myself. It wasn’t as if I was ugly or anything, I knew Hendrixx found me appealing. Whatever his reason for holding back, I could certainly enjoy a life of orgasms by kissing … I think.
“Orgasmic bliss, hey sweetheart,” Hendrixx chuckled, and right then, I saw red. How dare he make light of my worries, take a serious concern of mine and get all propped up like a preening peacock. Is that all he got from my heartfelt blabbering? That he was good, and not that I had serious issues with my ability to get him off?
Arsehole.
Complete and utter horse’s arsehole.
Feeling my face heat up and not from embarrassment, this time, it was anger and hurt. An over-reaction? Perhaps, but if he had only explained his reasoning to me other than simply telling me he was fine, and his pleasure was seeing me being pleasured, then maybe just maybe I would not be ready and willing to castrate the big idiot. He’d gotten hard during our interludes this past week, didn’t he want to come or maybe …
Oh, I didn’t care, if he wanted to go around with a painful erection all day, who was I to care?
Ignoring Fenixx’s stupid antics, I surprised Hendrixx from his gloating moment by giving Princess a command with a quick squeeze of my knees and three fast clicks of my tongue. I’d trained her in some trick commands, much like the ones I taught Hercules, rearing up on her back legs, the reigns released from Hendrixx’s grip just before Stash bolted away, throwing his surprised rider to the ground.
“Finish without me, I’m going home. Do not follow me, Hendrixx,” I warned, looking down at him lying flat on his belly, the wind knocked out of him. He wasn’t hurt, thank goodness, I never wanted physical harm to come to him, but he deserved to at least fall on his dick and feel a little pain in exchange for my humiliation.
“Ya!” I shouted the command for Princess to gallop, pushing her past Fenixx and galloping across the pen, not bothering to stop for the fence instead flying over it. Princess knew how to jump and did it with ease, clearing the temporary structure with room to spare.
The only sound other than the beating of my horse’s hooves on the hard ground was that of Hendrixx shouting my name.
***
Berating myself for my stupid outburst in front of five of the Triple H workers, Fenixx and Hendrixx, I galloped back to the stables, handed Princess off to one of the stable hands, then ran back to my cottage. I knew Hendrixx would follow me very soon, and my time was limited before he’d burst his way through my front door, but a minute or two or three on my own first was definitely needed.
How could I just run off at the mouth and tell him those things? Sexual frustration, yep, I was going to blame it on that and dare anyone to call me on it. It is true after all, but everyone on the farm didn’t need to know it.
“Oh, you idiot, Blake Isobel,” I muttered out loud, walking straight to my room, bypassing the kitchen despite my stomach growling with hunger. Eating food right now was not what I needed. First, I needed a shower to wash off the smell of cattle, and the shame of the last half hour.
“And now you are using both given names just like—”
“Blake Isobel!” The front door slammed open, followed quickly by Hendrixx bellowing my name.
“Fabulous, just what I don’t need while I smell like cow shit.” I muttered, dread filling me.
My time was up, but I continued to my room, ignoring and not answering Hendrixx.
My cottage had been on the Triple H long before I had been born, but after my dad died, Will and Lillian decided to renovate it for me to make it more usable. The original floor plan suited a bachelor: one small bathroom, a tiny kitchenette and a shared living space. The new version was much better, I now had a separate bathroom connected to my bedroom, not quite an en-suite because it was just me here, but it had two doors, one to my room and the other for visitors. The old bathroom made way for a bigger kitchen, and they built on a laundry room and enclosed in the back porch, as well as a partition to separate the kitchen from the lounge. The whole place was bigger
