Chapter 4
Two bodies lay relaxing closely touching the others on the white sheets of Scott’s bed. Moonlight filtering in poured a gentle light over their two bodies. Their chest moved up and down with gentle rhythm this became the only movement coming from the once motion filled bed.
Sitting on the nightstand working perpetually away a rotary fan with its blades blurred from spinning. Humming from the motor with the wind created by the silver blades orchestrated a summer symphony in conjunction with the crickets. You could not see the little black crickets but you could hear them. Rubbing their legs together like a violin male crickets called earnestly for their mate.
“Wow do you hear that Scott?”
“ Yes, so peaceful sounding don’t you think?”
“Could lay here all night."
“Why don’t you?”
“I think I will.”
“Ok.”
Sitting up he propped himself up with his elbow viewing the backside of Scott.
“ Scott I am going to have to get back to the ranch.”
“ I am going to have to get going now.”
“Right now?"a question tone to Scots voice.
“I need to be back in the bunkhouse before day break.”
Scott shook his head understanding.
“Here.”
Cody pulled his belt from the headboard. Carefully he removed the buckle from the belt.
“What are you doing?”
Thrusting his belt buckle into Scott’s hand.
“What do you want me to do with this?” Scott looked confused.
“Keep it you earned it.”
“What do you mean earned it?"
“The ride you gave tonight…well lets just say you gave a hell of a performance man.”
“Yes sir a true pleasure. Thank you kind sir. I will frequent your door step often”
Pushing the buckle back to Cody.
“I can’t take that. I enjoyed your ass tonight. Believe me when I say that ride was good for me it was.”
Pushing the buckle back and forth between each other Scott finally agreed.
“OK, OK, I’ll keep it.
Placing the belt buckle down on the oak dressers top near his door.”
Cody followed Scott’s hand while he placed the buckle onto dresser top just in front of a picture.
“Who’s this?”Cody spoke as he picked up the framed photo.
“My daughter.”Scott replied.
“Wow she is really beautiful.”
Cody lingered starring at the picture before placing it back down on the dresser. His eyes lit up his expression one of desire.
“Oh man she’s gorgeous.”
Scott noticed the lingering time Cody took to look the photo over.
Clearing his throat“You better get going.”
Scott reached for the photo and took it from Cody’s hands.
“I’ll be seeing you sometime soon again?”Cody questioned Scott.
“Yes, anytime you want Cowboy.”Scott reached over to Cody slapping him on the shoulder. Running his hand down the back of the Cowboy he stopped resting his hand on Cody’s firm ass. Cody turned looking at Scott.
“Damn take your hand off my ass or we are going to have to go at it again.”
“You’re a horny little fucker aren’t you?”
“Yeah that’s good for you Mister.”Grinning a broad white smile at Scott.
Cody exited through the door walking toward the fence line. Scott stood in the doorway.
“Damn his walk is even hot. I do think he is moving just a little different.”A big broad grin spread across his face.
Scott showered; now ready to start his day, walked to the door of his bedroom. On the way out he paused to pick up that framed photograph of his daughter. Scott’s expression softens as a smile spread across his face.
Remembering Cody’s comment just before he left. Scott’s smile faded slowly away.
“Cody’s right.”Inhaling deeply letting out a sigh.
“Baby girl, you’re my pride and joy!” Placing the photo back onto the dresser.
Closing his bedroom door Scott turned back taking a look at his bed remembering what took place there last night he smiled as he pulled the door closed.
Dazzling from the sunlight the silver belt buckle appeared to glow. His daughters picture framed in an elegant frame held the stunning young lady’s photograph. A silver belt buckle, a picture of a beautiful young lady sitting near Cody’s silver belt buckle.
Scott shook his head he wondered "Naw" Scott walked down the hall shaking his head in denial I don't think so.
Pausing in the hall for a moment.
"No he wouldn’t?"
"Would he?"
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