It was riding fence Tuesday, scouting gaps. The day broke hot. By lunch we were begging shade. Tied up in the willows by Clear Creek, we ate our tin-box feast on its sweet grass bank.
It was the tease about her blood kiss on my neck started it. We rolled ourselves into the water fighting for top. Time we were naked, she’d won again, fingers hard up my pussy, biting my nips that way I like.
When we rode into the stable all fuck shaggy, I caught his glare.
Dad wanted a son. Got me instead.
Ride with it, cowboy.
