Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 121083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
“They aren’t the best. I never said the best. They’re close. If someone who knows what they’re doing works with them, they could be valuable.”
Austin narrowed his eyes as he walked to his back door. Kitt’s head looked close to exploding which was technically what Austin knew would happen when he got the check in the mail.
“I bought wine. Baby, come in. Talk to me inside. Let’s talk about it over dinner. Come in, it’s cold,” Austin said it all while stepping out on the porch and guiding Kitt inside. To give Kitt credit, he did walk forward. Not in the circle of Austin’s arms, but at least now he was in the house which was a great start.
“Why did you buy them? Stop buyin’ my shit, Austin! First the hay, now my horses. Why?”
“Do you ask everyone who buys something from you why they’re doin’ it? Isn’t it safe to assume I wanted them so I bought them? And my animals need hay, Kitt.” Austin tried to come off as if the answer was more than obvious. He even shook his head and rolled his eyes at the absurdity of Kitt thinking his animals didn’t need to eat.
“Not at those prices. Those prices were inflated. I’d have just given you the damn hay. Wait a fuckin’ minute, did you start the price war over them? You did!” Kitt solidly yelled the last sentence and Austin could see the real anger. It was time to stop being flippant and be truthful. He didn’t want his sexy boyfriend leaving him tonight. Last night, Kitt had promised he’d spend the entire night with Austin. This was their night to celebrate the selling of the horses. Austin needed to get a hold of this quickly before Kitt stormed off.
“Kitt, you’re only selling those ponies because you need money. The way I see it, you need time with these horses. And Hooch is yours, no one else’s. It’s clear to everyone who watches you two that he’s yours. You can make something out of him. Out of all of them. It’s an investment, nothing more. This gives you time with them. Besides, you were selling them too cheap. I’m not gonna cheat you or watch someone else do it.” Austin spoke plainly, his voice stayed even, and he never took his eyes off Kitt.
“I can make somethin’ out of them, but sellin’ them is a normal way to progress. It was fair market value, Austin. You let me be all excited about makin’ so much money when it was you trickin’ me!” Kitt’s voice was lower now, he wasn’t quite as angry, but clearly still upset.
“I loved seeing you so excited. It’s a special memory I’ll always cherish and now you see how much it means to me that I was able to make you that excited. I don’t want to talk about this. I bought a couple of horses, and it was still a very good deal. I took an opportunity to keep the horses in the family. Now come sit down, eat dinner and let’s talk about how terrible you’re being to me, and how much attention I’m gonna need to get past all this.” Austin tried to lighten the mood as he reached across the table and poured Kitt a glass of wine. Kitt took it, drained the glass and poured another. It gave Austin hope, and he worked quickly making two plates of food. Austin didn’t keep his back turned away for too long. Kitt was very good with a weapon.
“Whatever, Austin. I don’t want your money. I’m not cashin’ the check,” Kitt declared as he sat at the kitchen table with a thump and poured himself another glass of wine, draining that one too.
“You are cashing the check, Kitt. I bought a couple of horses. I’m also buying hay to feed mine and my dad’s animals. Why can someone else buy them, but I can’t?” Austin asked proud of this argument as he set Kitt’s plate down in front of him.
“I don’t like takin’ your money. It makes me feel like I’m kept. I don’t like it at all.” Kitt sounded more dejected than Austin ever heard him sound.
“Get over it. You took it when you sold me this land, and if I remember correctly, it was way more overpriced than those horses.” Austin took his seat and dug into his plate of spaghetti with more gusto than he felt. He just wanted things back normal between them.
“That was before I knew you.” Kitt sat there looking at Austin.
“Get over it!” Austin’s mouth was full of food as he spoke. “They’re announcing my separation from Cara tomorrow.”
“They think she’s strong enough now?” Kitt asked. It was the perfect diversion to take his mind off the horses as Austin had hoped it would.
“Yup, Cara’s supposedly doing well. They’re planning a pretty immediate wedding to help draw some of the attention off me, per the publicist email.”
“And you’re not sad?” Kitt watched Austin closely.
“Nope, not at all. I’m actually incredibly happy for them and me.” Austin taped Kitt’s plate with his fork. “Eat babe, I have plans for you tonight.”
“You say that every night,” Kitt said with a chuckle. Austin supposed that meant they were over the argument, at least until the next sell.
“Because it’s true. It’s my most pressing issue of the day. You know what occurred to me? We’ve never had sex in my laundry room, and I have a side loading machine. How have we let that one slip past us?” Austin grinned big at the thought.
“You’re a mess, Austin Grainger. My plan was to come here, tear the check up in your face and leave for the night,” Kitt said, taking his first bite of food.
“I like my plan so much better.”
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Kitt was pushed up on the washing machine. His feet hooked up around Austin’s shoulders. The washing machine was in full spin mode with a purposefully lopsided load. Austin was buried deep inside his ass. All in all, it was great sex. The spin cycle did add that extra vibration and thrust. It even made the control panel digging in his back bearable. Austin looked like he was in heaven. He gripped Kitt’s thighs tightly, keeping him right in that position as he fucked him hard, in perfect time with the spin on the machine. Austin had even talked him out of their required condom wanting to feel that moment they shared in the break room all those months ago.