ride anywhere else before I go get the wood for this?”
Hunter shook his head. Grant was smiling at him, and Hunter felt his knees go weak. He was really going to have to stop acting like a girl.
“Okay, let’s go. I’ll race you home.”
Hunter turned around, hoping to find Davenport waiting for him, but the only horse peacefully grazing nearby was Raven, Grant’s mount.
“Guess you’re walking!” Grant laughed as he mounted his horse and turned it around. “I’ll go see where he is.”
Hunter leaned against the gatepost that was least rotten and waited, shaking his head. He was going to have to stop Davenport from embarrassing him even more.
It took Grant forever to return and Hunter eventually sat down on a tree trunk. “Guess he gave you a hard time?”
Grant nodded and then shrugged. “I still think he needs to learn who’s boss around here, and it isn’t him.”
“Well, you can make it your pet project. I’m taking Hugh’s horse, starting this afternoon.”
Grant chuckled. “Best decision you’ve made all day, if you ask me.”
They rode back to the house, handed their horses to the stable boys, and walked to the workers’ shed to get the wood. As Grant had predicted, they found what they needed, and Hunter felt like a ranch hand as he took instruction from Grant on how to hold what where. Grant cranked up the big circular saw to cut a rather large beam to size. Despite the storm the night before, the temperature outside was picking up and with the high humidity, they were both sweating in no time.
After the large pieces were sawn to size, Grant used a handsaw to cut a few smaller support planks. Since he didn’t seem to need an extra hand, Hunter walked outside to get them some water to drink. When he returned, Grant had taken his shirt off, and Hunter swallowed away the lump in his throat the sight caused.
“That looks heavenly,” Grant said, straightening his back and holding out his hand toward the cup Hunter was holding. Hunter handed it to him and watched Grant gulp it down, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed. Just like the night before, lust boiled up inside Hunter, and he realized he wanted to kiss Grant’s neck. He couldn’t, though. Not again.
“Are you going to drink yours? Because the cool water felt really good,” Grant asked, pointing at the other cup. When Hunter didn’t immediately answer, Grant came closer. “Or shall I wrestle you for it?”
Hunter swallowed hard as he saw Grant approaching. Although his instincts told him to run, his feet wouldn’t move. As Grant invaded his personal space, Hunter could smell his sweat, and to his surprise, it turned him on even more.
“You should really drink that yourself, you know,” Grant drawled. “Wouldn’t want you to get dehydrated.”
Hunter’s breathing quickened. Grant wasn’t cornering him. He could just step aside and walk out if he wanted to. Only, he didn’t want to. He wanted Grant to move even closer.
“I guess I should,” Hunter managed to squeeze out of his voice box.
Grant nodded. He took Hunter’s wrist and raised it. “So drink.” When Hunter hesitated, Grant took the cup from Hunter’s hand and lifted it to Hunter’s mouth.
Their gazes locked, and Hunter swallowed the cool liquid until he couldn’t quite follow the speed with which Grant was pouring it into him and it drizzled down his chin. Before Hunter could react, Grant lapped up the drops, and Hunter moaned at the contact of the hot mouth against his even hotter skin. The cup fell to the floor as Grant enveloped Hunter’s head with his hands and moved his mouth to Hunter’s lips, devouring him in one movement.
Hunter couldn’t prevent himself from giving in. Despite all his reluctance, it felt so good, so right, and he dared to let his hands ghost over Grant’s long back muscles and broad shoulders, holding back, almost afraid to actually touch him. As Grant pushed him against a
Hunter shook his head. Grant was smiling at him, and Hunter felt his knees go weak. He was really going to have to stop acting like a girl.
“Okay, let’s go. I’ll race you home.”
Hunter turned around, hoping to find Davenport waiting for him, but the only horse peacefully grazing nearby was Raven, Grant’s mount.
“Guess you’re walking!” Grant laughed as he mounted his horse and turned it around. “I’ll go see where he is.”
Hunter leaned against the gatepost that was least rotten and waited, shaking his head. He was going to have to stop Davenport from embarrassing him even more.
It took Grant forever to return and Hunter eventually sat down on a tree trunk. “Guess he gave you a hard time?”
Grant nodded and then shrugged. “I still think he needs to learn who’s boss around here, and it isn’t him.”
“Well, you can make it your pet project. I’m taking Hugh’s horse, starting this afternoon.”
Grant chuckled. “Best decision you’ve made all day, if you ask me.”
They rode back to the house, handed their horses to the stable boys, and walked to the workers’ shed to get the wood. As Grant had predicted, they found what they needed, and Hunter felt like a ranch hand as he took instruction from Grant on how to hold what where. Grant cranked up the big circular saw to cut a rather large beam to size. Despite the storm the night before, the temperature outside was picking up and with the high humidity, they were both sweating in no time.
After the large pieces were sawn to size, Grant used a handsaw to cut a few smaller support planks. Since he didn’t seem to need an extra hand, Hunter walked outside to get them some water to drink. When he returned, Grant had taken his shirt off, and Hunter swallowed away the lump in his throat the sight caused.
“That looks heavenly,” Grant said, straightening his back and holding out his hand toward the cup Hunter was holding. Hunter handed it to him and watched Grant gulp it down, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed. Just like the night before, lust boiled up inside Hunter, and he realized he wanted to kiss Grant’s neck. He couldn’t, though. Not again.
“Are you going to drink yours? Because the cool water felt really good,” Grant asked, pointing at the other cup. When Hunter didn’t immediately answer, Grant came closer. “Or shall I wrestle you for it?”
Hunter swallowed hard as he saw Grant approaching. Although his instincts told him to run, his feet wouldn’t move. As Grant invaded his personal space, Hunter could smell his sweat, and to his surprise, it turned him on even more.
“You should really drink that yourself, you know,” Grant drawled. “Wouldn’t want you to get dehydrated.”
Hunter’s breathing quickened. Grant wasn’t cornering him. He could just step aside and walk out if he wanted to. Only, he didn’t want to. He wanted Grant to move even closer.
“I guess I should,” Hunter managed to squeeze out of his voice box.
Grant nodded. He took Hunter’s wrist and raised it. “So drink.” When Hunter hesitated, Grant took the cup from Hunter’s hand and lifted it to Hunter’s mouth.
Their gazes locked, and Hunter swallowed the cool liquid until he couldn’t quite follow the speed with which Grant was pouring it into him and it drizzled down his chin. Before Hunter could react, Grant lapped up the drops, and Hunter moaned at the contact of the hot mouth against his even hotter skin. The cup fell to the floor as Grant enveloped Hunter’s head with his hands and moved his mouth to Hunter’s lips, devouring him in one movement.
Hunter couldn’t prevent himself from giving in. Despite all his reluctance, it felt so good, so right, and he dared to let his hands ghost over Grant’s long back muscles and broad shoulders, holding back, almost afraid to actually touch him. As Grant pushed him against a
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