sighed. “I don’t
have all that much stuff anyway, and that didn’t really matter, but I told her
this is what I wanted, Ben is family, and he needs my help… but more than that,
that I love this way of life. It’s not the only thing I do. There’s other
seasonal work, and I worked on nearby sheep ranches during the rest of the
year. It’s not that I can’t… or won’t… support her. I can. But for some reason,
explaining what I do to her friends and family just embarrasses the hell out of
Sarah.”
“That must be hard… knowing
someone you love doesn’t understand you or what you love.”
Jason sighed. “You have
no idea how hard it is. I loved Sarah… still do on some level. But I can’t live
with someone and not be who I am, be who I want to be. This is what I know,
what I love. And it’s not like it would be like this forever; my back and knees
would give out long before the rest of me did. But she said it was now or never,
and she chose never.”
Ann thought back to her
husband, David. Jason was still holding her hand, and she gave his a slight
squeeze.
“The same thing, or
something similar, happened here, with me. My husband… David… thought having
sheep was silly. But it was something I wanted to try. He wanted cattle,
thought raising those was a ‘manly’ thing to do. Not sheep though. But I found
that I loved it, everything to do with them. But the more I fell in love with
raising the sheep, the more David fell out of love with me.”
Ann took a deep breath.
“And in the end, it’s what drove us apart… made him leave me… leave the ranch.
This turned out to be my life, not his. He couldn’t love me and what I did at
the same time.”
She looked up at Jason,
offering him a sad smile. “We seem to have more in common than just sheep.”
Jason slid down in the
bed, pulling Ann with him. She rolled on top of him, her hands splayed across
his chest, her body nestling between his muscular thighs. His cock was pressed
against her stomach, and she could feel it growing hard again.
“Love is complicated.
You’d think it should be easy, but it’s not. You love someone, everything is
perfect….” Her voice was almost a whisper.
“I don’t think love’s
enough though… sometimes. With some people.” Jason looked up at her in the soft
light. “It should be, but I don’t think it is.”
Jason ran his fingers
down her cheek. She could see the sadness in his eyes. As he ran one finger
over her mouth, she parted her lips, letting him slip his finger inside her
mouth. She flicked her tongue over his finger, suckling it with teasing
intensity.
It was a long time
before Ann got to the barn to feed the sheep. Jason made her forget everything,
except for the longing and need in her body. His ability to make her senses
come alive, to make her body sing with pleasure drove every other thought out
of her mind.
When they finally
managed to untangle their limbs from the sheets, he pulled on his jeans and
boots and helped her with the neglected chores. Ann watched as he moved
efficiently around the barn, no stranger to hard work and any chores that
involved sheep. She stood near the open barn door as Jason leaned over into one
of the stalls, talking to a sheep that was penned due to an injury. His soft
voice and gentle manner had the skittish sheep eating out of his hand.
Ann walked over,
leaning on the gate. An idea was working its way around in her mind but she
wasn’t sure what Jason would think.
“You have quite a way
with sheep. Beck here has been miserable without the flock. This is the calmest
I’ve seen her in days.”
Jason laughed. “Ben
says I’m part sheep. He would always find me in the sheep pasture, or curled up
with the ewes after they’d had their lambs. I love lambing season, always have.
Even though it’s non-stop days without sleep, there’s just something magical
about all those newborn lambs.”
He straightened,
turning to Ann. “You must have quite a job