Michaelishious - Vol. 2020

Dec. 1st: The cowboy

Author's note:

This collection of imagines contains swearing,
sexual descriptions and triggering content. Please respect the 18+.

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"That's the wrong pen."

"But you said..."

"The one behind the barn. And don't forget to fill up the water. It's hot today."

"So I've noticed, but does the idiot even allow me to have some lunch?" I mumbled to myself.

"What was that?" I heard behind me, and I immediately straightened my back. I refused to show that I was tired. I wasn't a weak person, but I knew he would make me feel less than crap if I didn't work hard enough.

"Nothing. Come here, Penny," I said to the chestnut mare next to me, and she followed me like a giant, kind dog. If I just ignored the man and did my job, he'd let me be. At least I hoped so.

"Better keep up your working morals, Georgia. We don't want that city girl attitude around here."

"Yes, Sir," I muttered and walked with my head held high. If he knew how I really felt, he'd laugh all the way until next week.

His name was Michael Jackson and he was the most handsome man I'd ever laid my eyes on. Long, dark curls were gathered in a ponytail in his neck, with some stray strands sticking out underneath his cowboy hat. He had a full leather chaps, worn out boots and a shirt that always was rolled up to his elbows. And it didn't help my imagination that he always left the shirt unbuttoned, just enough for me to get random glances of his muscular chest.

This magnificent man was known as one of the greatest cowboys in Texas, and was able to tame the wildest horses and turn them into safe riding horses. He kept some of them for breeding, and then he sold the rest. This was a man who meant business. And little old me was hired to be one of his helpers this summer. God, I couldn't wait until September and I could go home to Utah.

"Did you saddle up Storm yet?" Michael asked as soon as I entered the stable.

"No, Sir. I just finished..."

"Well, do it then," he interrupted harshly. Then he snickered and said something to one of his colleagues, followed by a mocking laughter. If he wasn't so damn handsome, I'd walk right up to him and slap his face. But I didn't. I kept obeying his orders and tried to keep my imagination under control. Then, after all the work was done, I hiked up to a nearby lake to be by myself and go for a swim. A little skinny dipping in the beautiful, undisturbed nature didn't hurt. Quite the opposite, actually. It was refreshing.

"Jesus, that was cold!" I exclaimed to myself. Then I froze for other reasons than the cool water. I got the feeling that somebody was watching me. But no matter how much I strained my eyes, I couldn't see anyone, so I shook my head and swam a bit further out. Then I squealed when something brushed against my foot, and swam as fast as I could back to the shore.

I sat down on the stone where I had put my clothes, and let myself air dry in the late evening sun. I felt homesick and I missed my friends. And with a rather somber mood, I got dressed and walked back to the farm.

At least I slept well here. The fresh air and the hard work were actually great, compared to the busy city life where the closest you got to physical activity was carrying out the garbage. If only my boss wasn't so mean all the time. It seemed like he had decided to make my life here as miserable as possible. With passion!

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I was getting ready to go to sleep when I heard a knock on the door to my cabin. Who in the world needed something at this hour? It was almost midnight.