Uncle Matthew told me I’d have a few days to settle in, rest up from the trip before jumping into work. I appreciated the gesture, though rest was the last thing on my mind.
When I wasn’t wandering the wide fields or familiarizing myself with the animals, I was with him. He showed me around the property as if I’d never been there before, pointing out the upgrades, the changes, the new additions to the barn. And all the while, something else simmered beneath the surface. It wasn’t just the Southern heat making my skin flush. It was the way his hand would brush my lower back when guiding me, the way his voice dropped when he mentioned the hard labor I’d eventually take part in. His tone turned low and gritty, and it sent a ripple of heat straight between my thighs.
He introduced me to the
