go!”
“Then go. I hear he had a good offer yesterday so this is our last chance.”
“I’ll go right now, but not for your sake.” He spun around, pulling Star with him.
As they left the office the old man was chuckling. “I don’t care who you do it for. Just do it.”
Chapter Twelve
Chad could see Amos Withers sitting on his front porch, drinking coffee as he looked over the railing. When Amos saw him coming, he stood up and set his coffee cup on the railing, a placid look on his round face. Chad nodded at the tall, pot-bellied man wearing bib overalls. Amos had a receding hairline and hard light blue eyes. Chad knew that he hated his father for many reasons. As Chad squeezed Star’s hand, he felt a strange surge of energy rushing through him, giving him both courage and confidence. Suddenly his father’s approval or lack thereof didn’t mean so much. He was fighting for his future. He slid his hand down Star’s back and rested it briefly on her ass to ease the tension. As he squeezed it, she gasped and looked at him and Chad seemed to feel even more energy, including sexual. The woman, no doubt, was good for him.
No time to think of sex now. He slid his hand back up and tweaked Star’s hair.
“Hey, Amos!” He waved to the older man and Amos beckoned him over. “How are you doing, sir?”
“Doing great after that heart attack.”
“I heard. Glad you’re on the mend.”
Amos patted his stomach and laughed, his eyes crinkling up in a pleasant way. “Damn cardiologist has me going to the gym an hour a day now.”
Chad smiled and suddenly Amos grew serious.
“I can guess what this is about. I can tell you, y’all picked a great day to ask me. For some reason…”he paused and looked a bit befuddled, “I’m in a great mood today…and I think it started when I saw you stepping on the lawn with your lovely young lady…very odd. Well, talk to me. If there was ever a good time, this is it.”
Chad felt a jarring inside of him and wondered if Star was helping him. The idea ticked him off, but he would deal with her later. Giving Amos his best grin, he pulled Star closer to him and said, “Good.”
“I see you’re keeping company with a better class of women. Who’s your pretty lady?”
“A good friend,” Chad said as he tried to wipe out the image of Star naked earlier that day. His cock twitched, but he knew he had to ignore his stupid dick for now. Amos shook hands with Star and, as he did so, Chad noticed that Amos visibly relaxed like he’d just drunk three fingers of rye whiskey, and his blue eyes seemed to glaze over. What the heck? Again, he grew suspicious of Star. Yet he felt an odd power all his own, swelling inside himself, apart from Star. How could that be unless Star’s power had rubbed off on him when they made love?
“Want to come in and have coffee?” Amos asked shaking his head as if to clear it.
“Sure,” Chad said, surprised, again by the invitation to socialize, knowing his old man wouldn’t have made it across the threshold. Glancing over at Star, he saw that she had a serene smile on her face. Did she know what was going on? He thought of spanking her as a punishment and his zipper almost busted open.
Amos led them to his kitchen island and poured them each a cup of the fragrant brew and Chad, feeling strangely confident, decided to give it the All-American try. What did he have to lose? And he needed the extra acres and the water rights that came with them for the ranch to survive and prosper. Under his management he’d build it into something he could be proud of.
His management? The thought took him aback. When had he started thinking of the ranch as his? Since Star showed up naked on his doorstep. He slanted a curious glance at Amos seeing a further softening on his weathered face. “You know, Amos, I’d like to buy your south parcel of land at a very generous price. It really has nothing to do with my father. I have a feeling he’s
“Then go. I hear he had a good offer yesterday so this is our last chance.”
“I’ll go right now, but not for your sake.” He spun around, pulling Star with him.
As they left the office the old man was chuckling. “I don’t care who you do it for. Just do it.”
Chapter Twelve
Chad could see Amos Withers sitting on his front porch, drinking coffee as he looked over the railing. When Amos saw him coming, he stood up and set his coffee cup on the railing, a placid look on his round face. Chad nodded at the tall, pot-bellied man wearing bib overalls. Amos had a receding hairline and hard light blue eyes. Chad knew that he hated his father for many reasons. As Chad squeezed Star’s hand, he felt a strange surge of energy rushing through him, giving him both courage and confidence. Suddenly his father’s approval or lack thereof didn’t mean so much. He was fighting for his future. He slid his hand down Star’s back and rested it briefly on her ass to ease the tension. As he squeezed it, she gasped and looked at him and Chad seemed to feel even more energy, including sexual. The woman, no doubt, was good for him.
No time to think of sex now. He slid his hand back up and tweaked Star’s hair.
“Hey, Amos!” He waved to the older man and Amos beckoned him over. “How are you doing, sir?”
“Doing great after that heart attack.”
“I heard. Glad you’re on the mend.”
Amos patted his stomach and laughed, his eyes crinkling up in a pleasant way. “Damn cardiologist has me going to the gym an hour a day now.”
Chad smiled and suddenly Amos grew serious.
“I can guess what this is about. I can tell you, y’all picked a great day to ask me. For some reason…”he paused and looked a bit befuddled, “I’m in a great mood today…and I think it started when I saw you stepping on the lawn with your lovely young lady…very odd. Well, talk to me. If there was ever a good time, this is it.”
Chad felt a jarring inside of him and wondered if Star was helping him. The idea ticked him off, but he would deal with her later. Giving Amos his best grin, he pulled Star closer to him and said, “Good.”
“I see you’re keeping company with a better class of women. Who’s your pretty lady?”
“A good friend,” Chad said as he tried to wipe out the image of Star naked earlier that day. His cock twitched, but he knew he had to ignore his stupid dick for now. Amos shook hands with Star and, as he did so, Chad noticed that Amos visibly relaxed like he’d just drunk three fingers of rye whiskey, and his blue eyes seemed to glaze over. What the heck? Again, he grew suspicious of Star. Yet he felt an odd power all his own, swelling inside himself, apart from Star. How could that be unless Star’s power had rubbed off on him when they made love?
“Want to come in and have coffee?” Amos asked shaking his head as if to clear it.
“Sure,” Chad said, surprised, again by the invitation to socialize, knowing his old man wouldn’t have made it across the threshold. Glancing over at Star, he saw that she had a serene smile on her face. Did she know what was going on? He thought of spanking her as a punishment and his zipper almost busted open.
Amos led them to his kitchen island and poured them each a cup of the fragrant brew and Chad, feeling strangely confident, decided to give it the All-American try. What did he have to lose? And he needed the extra acres and the water rights that came with them for the ranch to survive and prosper. Under his management he’d build it into something he could be proud of.
His management? The thought took him aback. When had he started thinking of the ranch as his? Since Star showed up naked on his doorstep. He slanted a curious glance at Amos seeing a further softening on his weathered face. “You know, Amos, I’d like to buy your south parcel of land at a very generous price. It really has nothing to do with my father. I have a feeling he’s
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