Roped In by L. A. Witt & Marie Sexton

Roped In by L. A. Witt & Marie Sexton

Author:L. A. Witt & Marie Sexton [Witt, L. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Gay & Lesbian
ISBN: 9781611245721
Publisher: Amber Quill Press, LLC

Chapter 6

I could barely move the next morning. How many times had we fucked last night? At least twice, I was sure. We'd woken up and had lazy, sleepy sex in the middle of the night. The third time may or may not have been a dream. Whether it was two times or three, the result was the same--my body ached all over, and, damn, it felt good.

What felt even better was having Kaz's small, warm presence beside me. We'd drifted apart while we'd been asleep, but slowly found our way back to each other as the daylight came in through the curtains.

I glanced at the clock. Crap. It was almost seven. I needed to get up and feed the horses before they staged a coup and knocked my barn down.

But I didn't want to move. It had taken me too many years to finally wind up in bed with a man who pushed all my buttons just right. I wasn't in a big hurry to leave it.

Kaz stirred. He lifted his head, tangled hair falling over his eyes. "What time is it?"

"Little before seven."

Groaning, he collapsed onto the bed--and my arm--again. "So early."

I laughed and kissed the top of his head. "For you, maybe. I'm usually halfway through a pot of coffee by now."

He grumbled something and cuddled closer to me.

"I have to get up," I said, making no move to actually do that. "I have to feed the horses."


"It's not early for them." I gently freed my arm and paused to kiss him again. "Keep sleeping, if you like. I'll be back in fifteen or twenty."


Aching and tired as hell, I got out of bed and put on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. By the time I was pulling on my boots, Kaz was already snoring softly, so I moved as quietly as I could, grabbing my jacket and slipping out of the room.

I put the coffee on and, while that brewed, headed out to feed. All the way down to the barn, I couldn't help grinning like an idiot. Last night didn't make much sense yet--why the hell had tying me made things so different?--but figuring all that out could wait until I'd had a cup of coffee. And maybe until Kaz was awake. He seemed to have a handle on all of this. Maybe he could clue me in.

It was a bit warmer in the barn than outside. The familiar smell of hay and horses greeted me. As did Trooper, who neighed at me in disgust. "I know, I know," I told him. "Late for the second time in a week."

Of course, that started me thinking again about why I'd been late, both times.

I settled easily into the rhythm of my work, sorting flakes of alfalfa and timothy into the wheelbarrows and distributing it to the horses. My mind was a mile away though, replaying the night before. Remembering the feel of Kaz's skin against mine, and the taste of his kiss. Remembering how it felt to be fucked by him.


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