Entering my room, I slammed the door shut then quickly threw the lock, grateful that I was paranoid about living alone once Dad passed and had Hendrixx add locks to every room in the house. Hendrixx may not respect a closed door, but he couldn’t get in if I locked the bloody thing. A little time banging and pleading to be let in might do him some good, give him time to think about what I shouted at him in the pen, for everyone else to hear as well.
Shaking my head in annoyance, I started to strip out of my clothes as I walked past my bed to the bathroom. My shirt came off first, leaving on my bra, my jeans proved to be more difficult. In my lousy mood and haste to get under the shower, my feet got impossibly twisted in the legs of the denim.
“Blake!” A pounding fist banged on my door, heralding the great Hendrixx Hott.
“Bugger off, Drixx, I’m having a shower before I get stuck into you,” I shouted back, standing on the legs of my jeans to remove them. Why did I have to wear tight arse jeans? They may make riding and working on the farm easier, but removing them while pissed off, not so much.
“Open the fucking door Blake, don’t make me ask you again,” he threatened, banging his fist again.
“In your dreams, hot stuff.” Poking my tongue out at the closed door like a juvenile, finally wrenching the jeans off, I stomped to the bathroom and turned on the water and waited for it to warm up. The noise from outside my door suddenly stopped, giving me hope that maybe Hendrixx decided to give up when a loud bang and the sound of splintering wood came from my bedroom just a few feet away.
“What on earth—Ahhhhh Hendrixx!” I screamed when the man in question appeared in the doorway of the bathroom, his face thunderous until he saw my entire. I watched in utter rapturous wonder at the instant change in his expression, gone was the anger and replaced with downright arousal.
Dressed only in an apricot lace bra and matching thong, I stood transfixed as Hendrixx openly ogled me, his gaze eating me up. He had seen my breasts, well he had once pulled my bra cup aside to lick one nipple, but he had yet to see them unbridled. My thong left nothing to the imagination, made up of just a small triangle of see-through lace, I thrilled in the notion this was the first time Hendrixx saw me close to naked.
Resisting the urge to cover myself, I instead lifted my chin and stared back at him.
“I see you don’t respect a locked door or my request to be left alone,” I challenged him heatedly, but inside my core was singing with the anticipation his hungry look promised. In all the time we had been together alone the last week, never had I seen the pure hunger in his blue eyes. They spoke of his arousal, and I swear I could almost read his mind and what he wanted to do to me.
Shivers raced from the top of my head to the tip of my toes, then back up to my throbbing core.
“What are you doing in here Hendrixx, can’t you see I am busy?” I asked him, keeping my voice toneless, pretending that standing near naked in front of him didn’t bother or arouse me one bit.
“I’m looking at what my every dream is made of,” he rasped, his tongue licking a path across his bottom lip, making me shiver even more.
“My god Blake, you are the most beautiful sight standing there near-naked and pissed off at me.”
“I am pissed Hendrixx, everything I said, I meant. Why won’t you let me touch you? Surely going slow doesn’t mean I can’t give you pleasure like you give me in return?” I snapped at him, ignoring the rush of heat spreading through my lower body.
Hendrixx stepped further into the small bathroom, steam was starting to fill it, and I could only imagine how much hot water I was wasting. Not a good thing to do when you depended on tank water.
“Baby, there is nothing I want more than to feel your hands and mouth on my hard dick. I fucking want it so bad I go home and jack off every night after being with you.”
The sound of my harsh intake of breath echoed around us, and I knew right then he was aware that I was visualising exactly that.
A small smirk graced his lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes, instead, I saw apprehension. Why?
“What is it Hendrixx, what is holding you back? I know you are attracted to me, so it can’t be that you don’t want—”
“Don’t finish that sentence, Blake,” Hendrixx growled as his fingers went to his belt. “You turn me on more than I could ever possibly put onto words, so don’t piss me off by saying that I don’t want you that way.” As he spoke, he was slowly undoing his belt, the bulge beneath it impossible to miss.
“You want to know why I have stopped you from reaching inside my jeans and grabbing hold of my throbbing dick? You want to see why I haven’t asked you to wrap those pink, pouty lips around it, and watched you sink down on it, take it to the back of your throat, and swallow down jet after jet of my hot cum?” His dirty words, along with his hand moving to unzip his jeans to hopefully release what’s hidden inside, had my knees buckle under me. I had to quickly lock them to stop myself from falling to the cold tiles.
“Do you want to know, sweetheart?” he asked again, folding back the two flaps of his open jeans to reveal a thatch of dark blond hair over his bare pubic mound.
Oh my god, he goes commando! If I was quivering enough
