Cowboys Down Read Online Free PDF

thought someone was going to steal from him? He didn’t want to further piss off Calum’s father. Jasper flipped open the button on his pants and eased down his zipper with a faint moan. My bloody cock hurts. How the hell was he going to manage to spend a week near Calum Neilson with a dick that was going to stand up and wave a flag if the guy came into sight? How could he even ride with an erection? He’d have to wank off before he left his room and even then, that wouldn’t work. Jasper was usually proud of his recovery time, but now he saw it as an inconvenience.
    He stripped and folded his clothes. Not that he could wear them again until they were laundered. He hung up the rest of his things in the closet and ignored his boner. By the time he’d neatly placed his underwear and socks in the chest of drawers, his cock was even harder and leaking pre-come. Too much thinking about the cowboy. Jasper sighed. Shower and wank.
    His room was at the end of the hallway, so he hoped he wouldn’t disturb anyone by showering at this early hour. He hated to think what he smelled like. He sniffed under his arms and winced. Jasper checked for shampoo and soap and turned on the water. His hand was working his cock even before he’d stepped under the flow. He drew his fist down to his swollen balls before slowly dragging his hand up again. Jasper felt obliged to hurry, still concerned about the sound carrying, though imagining Calum in the shower with him meant speed wasn’t a problem. What the fuck had the cowboy being doing awake at this time of the morning?
    Would he be there tomorrow?
    While one hand pumped at the base of his cock, Jasper rubbed the crest with his thumb, teasing the foreskin over the tip before pushing it down to let his palm wrap around the head. More shampoo on his hands and he worked his cock faster, squeezing hard. Orgasm built inside him like a brewing storm. Dark clouds rolled in, his vision wavered and his balls tingled as if low-wattage electricity hummed through his veins. Jasper turned to face the tiles, wrapped both hands around his shaft and shunted his hips faster and faster as he jerked his hands in a matching rhythm.
    Fire raced down his spine and long ribbons of come spurted into…Calum’s ass. Nice thought.
     
     
    Jasper managed a couple more hours sleep before breakfast, but he’d set his alarm to give him time to check his emails. He’d meant to look at them when he came back to his room but been distracted by his cock. Nothing urgent in his inbox—yet—though he still had to reply to fifteen messages. One of his important clients hadn’t reacted well to the news that Jasper was taking a week’s holiday. Despite reassurances that a colleague would be available to deal with any problems, the client would probably still email him every day. And because Jasper was a conscientious idiot, he’d respond.
    There was no sign of Calum in the dining room, and Jasper wanted to hit himself upside the head for looking. He introduced himself to the other guests while they collected food from a buffet but picked a place to sit on his own toward the end of the long communal table. The moment he sat, he realized it was the wrong thing to do, but if he got up and moved, he’d look even more stupid. While everyone else tucked into huge amounts of food, Jasper had two slices of toast, an apple and coffee. He’d never seen plates piled so high with such a mixture—fruit, bacon, sausage, pancakes and maple syrup running into scrambled eggs. Everyone ate as if this were their last meal.
    Janie and Melissa came to sit either side of him and Jasper sighed into his coffee.
    “That all you’re eating?” Janie pressed her leg against his.
    “Not very hungry,” Jasper lied. He was far more concerned about throwing up when the time came to sit on a horse.
    “We missed you at dinner last night,” Melissa said. “What if I’d choked again?”
    He glanced at her expecting to see a smile, but she was