12
Roan
For two days straight, I frowned. Muttered curses. f****d my hand and drained my d**k dry until chafed and sore. The peace and quiet around me didn’t soothe my mind like it usually did. The critters and birds didn’t lighten my mental load when they broke the silence. No sunrise or sunset filled me with the sense of rightness I always felt while out and away from the homestead.
I ached for Annie. Her smirk. Her laughter. Even her damn sassy tone and attitude.
And her teasing? Recalling her tongue flicking around her fingers like I wanted to do between her thighs stiffened me every time, leaving me unfulfilled.
I got my fill of roasted meat, though. Then dreamed about her lips, her breasts with their tight buds, the hidden part of her beneath that trimmed patch of hair at the to
