Their Juicy Woman
Some of the ranch hands were patrolling the grounds during the night, but so far nothing new had happened.
The broken fence was one thing and could have been considered a bunch of teenagers messing around. A mutilated cow, however, was something far more sinister. Now it was a second cow, and that didn’t sit well with Casey.
Thinking about the responsibility got his raging cock in order.
He possessed a high sex drive. It was the way he dealt with stress, and for three years he’d not been with anyone but his hand. For a long time, he didn’t even need release as his chores often kept him busy. Also, Poppy sobbing didn’t exactly drive him crazy with need. What he felt was a natural need to take care of her, to love her.
With his cock back in check, he finished showering, and headed back to his room. He was the only guy that didn’t have an en-suite bathroom. He’d wanted the larger space in his room than to waste it with another bathroom. His brothers hadn’t been that way inclined.
Hearing a sound in the kitchen, he froze. Every single door was closed, and he tensed up. Taking his time, he walked downstairs, and then stopped. In the kitchen at the fridge he saw Poppy’s feet out of the bottom.
She closed the door and screamed the moment she saw him.
“Holy crap, you scared me,” she said.
“I scared you? Why isn’t your door open?” he asked. “I thought we were being burgled or something.”
“You live in the middle of nowhere, and you’re a badass. Why would anyone burgle here?” she asked.
Within seconds his brothers were downstairs. Shawn had a baseball bat in his hands, and Parker was rubbing his face.
“We’re here.” Parker yawned as he spoke. “Damn, I’m tired.”
Casey watched as Poppy laughed.
“They’re so threatening for backup. I was thirsty so I was just doing myself some milk. Did I have to ask for permission?” she asked.
He shook his head, and tried to count sheep inside his head. Her blonde hair was piled high on top of her head. She wore a sexy little negligee that molded to her juicy tits and thighs. It ended just above her knee, and on either side, there was sheer lace that hinted at the sexy body beneath.
His cock was going to make an appearance if he wasn’t careful.
She was also biting her lip, which made him think of those lips wrapped around his dick.
They were all stood there watching her, and he noticed her nipples were rock-hard.
“Erm, would you like some milk?” she asked, holding up the bottle.
What he wanted more was to bend her over the table, and sink his cock so deep inside her that she couldn’t walk without thinking of them.
“A glass of milk would be great,” he said, walking toward the table, and taking a seat. He had to hide his dick, as otherwise he’d make a fool of himself.
Parker and Shawn joined him, and Casey watched as she went on her toes, reaching for three more glasses. As she lifted up, the negligee did as well, giving them all a tantalizing glimpse of her plump ass.
“None of you could sleep?” she asked.
“No!” they all said in unison.
She laughed. “You were both fast asleep. You looked a little wild coming downstairs. Why do you think there’d be a burglar here or something?”
She put a glass of milk in front of each of them before taking a seat. The way she was sitting pressed her tits together.
“You’re hiding something. What is it?” she asked, sipping at her milk. When her tongue sneaked out, licking up the trail of milk, Casey nearly lost it.
“We’ve noticed something on the ranch,” he said.
“I thought we agreed not to tell her,” Shawn said.
“Yeah, I don’t want her worried,” Parker said.
“Okay, now that I know you’re keeping something from me, you may as well tell me. I’m not going to stop until you do.”
Casey sighed. “It started with the fence broken.” He told her what had happened, what they thought it was, working up to the two mutilated cows.
She covered her mouth, and he saw the disgust in her eyes.
“Do you think someone is targeting the ranch on purpose?” She looked at each of them.
“We want you to keep Stitch with you at all times,” Parker said. “It’s a precaution. We want to protect you.”
She nodded. “I can’t … I don’t want to even think of people harming cows. I mean, they’re harmless.”
“I know. We’re looking into it, and we have Sheriff Dawes investigating. We’ve always been targeted because of our parents and their lifestyle. It has never escalated to something like this,” Casey said.
“I know. I remember from school.” She smiled at Shawn.
“Our dads don’t want Mom to know,” Parker said.
“I won’t say anything.”
Casey finished his milk, and any desire he had had gone in talking about the cow. “I’m heading to bed. I’ve got a lot to do over the next few days.”