Page 25 of Miles

I pause.

Miles.

His name bounces around my head on repeat, and after a moment, my eyes snap wide open. I drop the pillow to sit upright and survey my surroundings—and sure enough, Miles Thompson is snuggled up to my right side while Kayla cuddles to my left.

It wasn’t a dream.

As my brain fully wakes up, everything from the previous night hits me on repeat.

The barn. The shower. His bed.

How sore my fucking dick is from a bullshit piercing that is gonna leave me cockblocked for six weeks.

How sore my ass is from… my boss having his way with me.

The glory hole.

As I turn toward Miles, my eyes catch on the cell-phone laying on his nightstand—displaying the image of an alarm. But that’s not what makes my head quirk to the side.

His phone is playing morning rooster sounds.

Miles alarm is a fucking rooster.

A deep laugh bellows out of me before I can help it. Both Kayla and Miles groan at me, and Kayla is the first to speak. “What the fuck is that? A rooster?”

The smartass-ery flows out of me, and my laugh comes out choked. “Kayla, babe. The old-man cowboy has a fucking rooster alarm.”

Kayla’s giggles are immediate.

“Fucking brats,” Miles says, his voice hoarse from sleep. Before either of us can blink, Miles’ hands cover both of our mouths, effectively shutting up our giggles.

I resist the urge to lick it.

God, I want to.

But as my eyes trace every inch of him, I have the deep urge to lick everything I see.

Yeah, no. Not a single regret for the night prior.

Miles’ eyes snap to mine. “Nuh-uh. Chore time.”

My eyes widen. I didn’t even talk and he knew what I was thinking.

He rolls his eyes, then rolls out of bed. As naked as the day he was born, he strides to his closet, not saying another word. My eyes trail after him hungrily before I turn to Kayla. “God day-um.”

She snorts. “Dude, I know.”

I can’t help myself. “Did you see his ass? Holy shit. I can’t wait until my cock heals up…”

Miles’ laugh sounds from in his closet. “I can hear both of you.”

I blush deeply, and I know without even looking in the mirror that I could transform into a fire truck. “If you have such good hearing for an old man, why the fuck do you have a rooster as your alarm?”

He exits his walk-in closet, somehow already fully dressed and ready for the day.

The fuck? Houdini cowboy.

He nods his head to Kayla as he reaches for one of his hats hanging on a mounted wall rack. “What do you call it? Uhhh… for the aesthetician? Yeah. Anyways, morning chores. We’ll talk later then, yeah?”