Kitt couldn’t stay gone long, but he had a full thermos of gourmet coffee with him and a ripe green apple for Bullet. He’d volunteered to help Mike out for the next couple of days as the new cattle arrived over at the Grainger Farm. Bullet, who instinctively knew how to work cattle, would be needed and the best option for the job. It wouldn’t take much to keep them in line as they were run through the registration process. If Kitt timed everything right, they would leave from here and head over to the Grainger farm around six. But, for the next hour, he was free. He prayed that it was enough time to clear his mind and purge himself of all the unwanted stress coursing through him.
Kitt rode Bullet hard, pushing him into a faster run. The stallion jerked forward, running easily without pause. The rush of their breakneck speed sent a string of goose bumps up and down Kitt’s arms, and his heart picked up a beat. Kitt hunkered down low talking softly to Bullet, and slowly, the anxiety from last night washed away. Kitt could ride Bullet forever. He loved this horse.
The crest of the ridge came into view as the sun broke over the horizon. Kitt eased up on the reins, cooling Bullet down for the last few hundred feet. The sky opened up, inviting the day in with deep orange and yellow glows. The first moments of the morning began the slow heal of his soul, if only for the few minutes he stayed on the small hill. Bullet came to a stop, and Kitt slid down, landing on his feet. He pulled the thermos free of the saddle bag and stroked Bullet as he let the reins go. He knew Bullet wouldn’t wander far. He would be here within a minute if Kitt gave their chosen whistle. Kitt let the animal go and walked the distance to a small cluster of rocks sitting right on the edge. He took a seat and poured his coffee letting the sun soak into his skin.
For the first time since seeing Austin Grainger, Kitt’s dick lay limp. He’d used Sean hard last night, fucking him until neither of them was able to stand on their feet a minute longer. His thighs ached from the exertion he’d put both of them through. Once they fell on the bed, Kitt started over again. He fucked Sean for so long it made him question Kitt, jumping to so many conclusions. And, of course, Sean had gotten it completely wrong. He assumed it meant Kitt finally committed to him. Sean dubbed their sex as lovemaking which couldn’t have been any further from the truth.
The honest reality and a fact he would never tell another living soul, he maintained in his head a rolling mental image of his new neighbor all night long. He used Sean’s body to fuck Austin Grainger senseless. Sean told Kitt he’d been different last night, more fierce and aggressive, and he had. The sex had been dominating and possessive. He’d topped every single time, never giving Sean’s ass a break. Kitt claimed Sean, but he never had Sean in mind at any point. In his mind, he fucked Austin, every thrust, every grip, the entire night of pounding Austin consumed Kitt’s every thought.
Kitt tried to set Sean straight before he left. He explained to Sean that he didn’t want what they had to end, but he also didn’t want the obligation of a regular thing between them. Sean refused to hear any of it. Instead, he remained convinced they’d turned a corner last night and Kitt just had cold feet. When Sean left this morning, he left his wallet on the kitchen counter. When Kitt ran it out to him, Sean uttered those three little words to Kitt before the small kiss they shared at his car. It baffled Kitt. How in the world did things go from a random monthly fuck to a declared ‘I love you’ relationship in just seventy-two hours?
The thought caused Kitt to grimace and he rubbed a hand roughly across his face. He’d have to break it off with Sean. It needed to end, but God, Kitt hated the thought of losing Sean right now. They were past the getting to know one another’s preferences phase. He’d broken Sean in to what he liked and vice versa. He couldn’t understand how love had made its way into their deal? Kitt didn’t love Sean, Sean didn’t love Kitt. They fucked, nothing more. Why couldn’t they just keep going like they were for the next thirty years without putting all the emotion and labels on it?
“Damn it!” Kitt muttered as he did the math in his mind. Sean represented the last remnants of his carefree college days. Pushing up the brim of his cowboy hat, Kitt leaned back and took a long drink of the hot coffee, letting it burn its way down his throat. None of it really mattered. Sean would have to go. At least until he got some perspective. And, Kitt needed to focus on finding another fuck buddy, soon.
It sure looked like Austin Grainger planned to put down roots which meant his future wife would be here at some point. If Kitt didn’t find someone to fuck, he’d be walking around town with a rock hard cock targeted at a straight, married man. “Damn it!”
Bullet snuck up on him and nudged Kitt in the shoulder, startling him. It said something that Kitt was so lost in thought the horse was able to do that to him. The sun hovered in full view over the ridge. Kitt had missed that happening too. “What? Want your apple?”
Kitt dug in his pack, and grabbed the apple. Bullet greedily ate it while staying close to Kitt. He nudged Kitt again wanting to be petted. Kitt obliged running his hands down the stallion’s silky coat. “What am I gonna do, Bullet? Where do I even start to find someone new?”