Page 18 of Naughty November

He gazed at me, his face glowing with happiness. Then he nodded and gave a wonderful approximation of a horse’s neigh.

THREE

“I’d like to reserve the Bordello for Saturday next. Eight or nine o’clock,” I said to Jacob with a glance at Atticus, who nodded.

It was strange to see him in his regular clothes again, and to know everything I did about how he looked without them, and how he felt under my hands and around my cock. And how he looked with that fucking tail arching over his back.

I passed the key to Jacob.

My dick was starting to fill again, but I willed it down.

Atticus’ hand landed on the small of my back, and something warmed in my chest as he rubbed me through my shirt, a silent communication that I loved.

“Excellent,” Jacob said. “I guess it went well.”

“Very,” Atticus responded. “You should pay me a commission.”

Jacob and I laughed.

“You got your commission already,” I muttered, giving him a molten glance and delighting in his blush.

“Snap,” he said with a grin. “I sure did.”

I woke up the next day wanting to text Atticus. But in the interests of being polite, I didn’t. Our encounter in the Bordello had stirred me more than I’d imagined it would. It was concerning in a way, but also exciting.

Every time I checked my phone, I half hoped for a text from him, but maybe he was caught up in the same conundrum.

That night I decided that not texting him, when I really wanted to, was ridiculous. I was a forty-year-old man, and too old for these games.

Me:Hey, just checking in. How’s your ass?

I was a grown man, but I was still a slut.

He didn’t reply right away, of course, and I tried to go about my business and not think about it. But the delight that rose inside me when he did text me back was unexpected.

Atticus:My ass? Laughing face emoji. Peach emoji. Question mark.

Me:All right, all right. Just making sure you’re okay.

Atticus:Oh honey, I am not okay. I don’t know if I can wait until Saturday.

I grinned and tapped a reply.

Me:Well, you have to. And you’ll do it patiently, while thinking of that hitching post.

Atticus:Shocked face. Oh God. I need to find my inner pony, but I think he just high-tailed it for the barn.

Me:Laughing face. I’m doing my research. You have no idea what you’re in for.

It took a moment for him to respond, but then he sent a photo of a horse with blinders on.

Me:Just keep it in your pants until Saturday. No orgasms between now and then.

Atticus:shocked face.What!

Me:Kidding. Maybe.

I sent him a laughing emoji.