I Like Her

Damion

I woke up a little later than usual. For a brief moment, I had forgotten where I was. I had been having a very good dream about Alex. My dick was still hard. I reached between my legs, adjusting things and attempting to ease the pressure. I went to sleep with her on my mind and woke up every morning hard and thinking about her. Damn if I wasn’t addicted to her sweet body.

I got up and slipped on some jeans and my work boots before pulling on a hoodie and heading out to do my morning chores. It was becoming easier, and I had fallen into a routine, but those early mornings could still be a real bitch. I wasn’t sure I was fully committed to rising with the sun every morning. What would it be like if I had a warm body—not just any body, but Alex’s body—in my bed? I couldn’t imagine myself getting up and walking outside in the chill of the morning to feed horses.

Oliver was talking about getting animals, which would only increase the time it took to go through the morning routine. W