Three months later
Hravart responded to Judah’s click like a bolt of lightning. The pale late autumn morning, with its dew-kissed aroma and chilly tendrils of impending winter, enveloped him as he rode. Judah neck reined his horse, and she flew back in the opposite direction.
Buck dismounted and patted his horse off to graze. “We can’t ride all morning, Judah. The pumpkins and squash will not harvest themselves.”
Judah leaped off Hravart before she came to a full stop. He embraced Buck, running his fingers through his hair. “We have a few minutes, don’t we?” He kissed Buck’s throat.
Buck laughed and pulled Judah down into the tall grass. “Ah, the concept of leisure time is catching on, I see.”
Judah unfastened his belt. “You need to finish the job here before we go to the fields.”
Buck reached inside Judah’s pants. “And what job would that be?”
Judah wrapped his legs around Buck’s. “You need to finish bucking hay.”
Buck flipped Judah and stripped off his pants. He aimed his cock. “Hard work brings salvation,” he said as he plunged home.
The End
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