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Work has been getting in the way of Theo’s vacation with his father, but Dad has found a solution. Theo’s Bull thinks they should use this opportunity to spice things up. How can Theo say ‘no’?
This is a 7,900 word short story and part 8 of a 12-part series.
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Excerpt
My feet were moving before I finished the thought. I tore off around the stables to the far side, fingers crossed that the Bull was still there. Sure enough, as soon as I turned the corner, my eyes fell on him. He was shirtless, coated in a sheen of sweat that made his dark, rich skin glisten under the bright sunlight.
My racing footsteps must have alerted him. He raised up as soon as I cut the corner. A smile broke across his face. His arms spread wide to take me into him. I charged and felt them fold around me.
It was like colliding with a marble statue, but I didn’t care. The Bull’s mouth came crashing down on mine. He smothered me in a passionate kiss, pinning me to the wall of the stables.
“Please!” I whimpered, breathing the word into his mouth.
The Bull seized the opportunity by shoving his tongue down my throat. “Mmm! Mmm!” I moaned into him. “Guhh!”
His hands were everywhere. My skin ached and burned wherever he touched me. I felt my body surge against the wall, needing to be pressed against him.
“Mm!” my Bull grunted, breaking the kiss momentarily. “Somebody’s needing it bad today.”
“I…” My head rested on his chest, between the Bull’s chiseled pecs. “My…my Dad’s here.” Saying it out loud felt like a confession. “I don’t have very long.”
One eyebrow raised at hearing that. “Oh, really?” The Bull sounded intrigued. “You brought your Daddy along with you today.” A hand slipped down along my back, pushing past the hemline of the shorts I wore to seek the spot between my cheeks. “Any particular reason?”
“I…” I croaked out as I felt a finger push inward. “He…he insisted, I swear!”
The Bull grinned. “And yet,” he went on, sliding one digit inside, “you came straight here.” The finger touched my spot, making me gasp. “The minute the coast was clear, I’m guessing.”
He sounded so certain, and it was true. “I…” I gasped as hot shivers raced through me. “I…needed to see you.” The jeans he wore were straining and he wasn’t even fully hard yet. “Please!” I begged. “Before he comes looking for me!”