by Lynn Lorenz
“Okay. Guess I can wait.” He let it go. “In the meantime, what do you think about Phillip?”
“Let’s see how he does tomorrow. See what Manuel thinks of him, too. He’s the one you need to convince, not me.”
“You’re right. If Manuel doesn’t think the kid can make it on the ranch, then we have our answer. He’s always been a fine judge of a cowboy.” Rush tugged on Brian’s belt to get him moving in the right direction. “Let’s go to bed. I’m bushed.”
“Me too. Mind if we just blow each other in the shower?” Brian chuckled. “If you want more than that, I’m going to have to sleep in late and you’ll have to fix breakfast yourself.” He followed Rush down the hall to the master bedroom.
“Shower sex. I think I can manage that.” He winked over his shoulder as he entered the room. He sat on one of the chairs and pulled off his boots and socks, then began stripping off his clothes. Brian did the same and before long they were naked under the warm blast of the showerhead and tugging on each other’s soapy, hard cocks.
“I’m going first.”
“Oh, makeup sex, huh?” Rush snorted.
“Didn’t think we had a big throw-down.” Brian’s smile turned into a frown as he stared into Rush’s eyes.
“We didn’t. Just giving you a hard time.” He hoped Brian understood how much the refusal to get hitched hurt him. “Besides, I know you like to go last. Sleep better that way.” He kissed Brian open-mouthed, plundering his way in deep, tangling his tongue with Brian’s.
When they broke apart, Brian whispered, “I love you, Rush. More than anything in this whole world, I’m yours. Don’t ever doubt that or me.”
Warmth spread through Rush, and it wasn’t the hot water. Hearing Brian tell him he loved him, words that a year ago he’d thought he’d never hear, gave him such peace. Maybe he should listen to Brian and just not worry about getting married. Maybe he should just enjoy life, this moment, and their time together.
“I don’t doubt it or you.” He buried his hands in Brian’s hair, staring deep into his lover’s eyes. “I love you.” He grinned. “Now, get on your knees and suck me, babe.”
With a bark of a laugh, Brian got on his knees, took Rush’s dick in his mouth and sucked him, fast and dirty, as water coursed down Rush’s body. Rush guided him, one hand holding his wet hair, and he used his hips to urge Brian to take him deeper. Damn, Brian knew just how to set him off, how to play with his balls. He had to shift over and lean against the tiles to stay upright as Brian took him to the edge in a matter of minutes.
“Coming. Oh, fuck. Take it.” Rush fell over the cliff, suspended for a moment, then exploded. Brian swallowed his cum and when his tremors ceased, Brian pulled away.
“Give me a second to catch my breath.” Rush held up a finger as he gulped down air.
“Hurry up. Water’s getting cold.” Brian got to his feet. “I’m getting sleepy.”
“Fuck, babe. You’re getting old if this is wearing you out.” Rush shook his head and went down on his knees. “Gonna be fast.”
“Yes. That’s how I like it. Wet, hot, and fast.” Brian laughed, until Rush grabbed the base of his dick and swallowed down the head. “Fuuuck. So good.”
Rush had a few tricks of his own and he knew what got Brian off. He pumped his shaft fast and poked his tongue into the slit while he pulled on Brian’s balls.
Brian cried out. “Faster! Pull my balls.”
Rush complied, careful not to damage anything he might need or want to have later. He worked Brian’s balls, massaging, then tugged on them. Full-bore sucking on his dick while jerking Brian off usually did it.
And this time was no exception. “Come on, babe. Shoot me full of your cum. You know I love it. Give it to me.” With a hard drag up, he let go of his hand and swallowed Brian down to the root.
Brian came, shuddering and blowing his load so hard and fast, Rush couldn’t keep up with it all. He choked a bit and let the excess run out of his mouth. He climbed to his feet and kissed Brian. They shared cum between them until it was gone.
Brian turned off the now tepid water and pushed open the door. He grabbed a towel and handed it to Rush, then got one for himself.
“Last one in bed cooks breakfast.” And with that he raced into the bedroom, with Rush on his heels. They tumbled together, still damp, on the quilt, then finished drying off.
After getting under the covers, Brian pulled Rush into his arms. Rush was glad Brian understood that he needed some cuddling. He’d never figured himself for a cuddler—he was a big, tough cowboy—but there it was. He put his head on Brian’s shoulder, wrapped his arms around him and slid his legs in between Brian’s legs. All caught up in the man he loved felt fine as frog’s hair.
“Love you, Rush.” Brian kissed the top of his head.
“Love you, babe.” Rush kissed his neck and closed his eyes, but didn’t go to sleep. He had a lot to think on. Mostly, what he was going to do about those rings he’d bought and hidden in among his clothes in the dresser.
Chapter Eleven
Jack walked through the door of the house and emptied his pockets into the bowl on the little table in the hallway.
Woof. Woof. Woof.
“Hey, boy!”
Winston waddled up to Jack, rear end wagging, mouth open and tongue hanging out. Jack squatted and gave him a good ear rubbing.
“Have a good day at the spa?”
“He did.” Edward strolled down the hall, rolling his hips in a sexy as hell gait that just about drove Jack crazy. His dick sure liked what he saw. “He got his nails polished, like a good gay dog.”
Jack glanced down at what he hadn’t noticed before. “Hell, Edward.” He groaned. “Did they have to be bright pink?” The little dog’s nails, normally black, just about glowed, and they weren’t even in the dark.
“He picked it out.” Edward looked down at his dog. “I held out two shades, this one and a lovely French blue. He wanted to get his gay on.” He shrugged. “So, how was your day?”
“Fine. Everyone’s ready for the holiday. The spa busy?” Jack stood and headed toward the bedroom to change out of his uniform. Edward and Winston followed him.
“Lord Almighty, we didn’t stop until I threw the last customer out and locked the damn door.” He sat on the bed while Jack moved in and out of the closet, putting his weapon away in the gun safe, hanging up his Sam Browne belt, then changing into a pair of sweats and a T-shirt.
“Did you talk to Sammi about the food?” Dressed, Jack stepped into the bedroom. Damn, but Edward looked good, sitting on the bed. Winston sat next to him, grinning. That dog knew Jack didn’t like him up on the bed, but it was too late to get him to move now. He slept up there every night and only got off the bed when he and Edward had sex.
“Yes. We had a long chat, and not just about food.” Edward raised his eyebrows.
“Anything I need to know?” God, he hoped not. He didn’t want to get in anyone’s business. The thought of other people knowing personal stuff about him and Edward made his stomach ache.
“Not really. Sammi’s going to do most of the sides, while I write him a check. I promised to be his kitchen help while we’re there.” Edward petted Winston, who had flopped onto his back, belly up, paws in the air.
“He’s in culinary school, right?” Edward nodded. “Good. Should be a decent meal then.”
“Hey! I can cook!” Edward glared at him. “You just don’t have a refined palate.”
“My palate is just fine enough.” Jack sauntered over to Edward. “It thinks you’re delicious.” He leaned down, buried his hand in Edward’s hair and tilted his head back for a deep kiss.
Edward sighed. Now this was good. His Jack, horny and hard. He reached out and rubbed Jack’s cock through the fabric of his sweats. Jack hissed and drove his tongue deeper into Edward’s mouth.
Jack broke the kiss. “Get rid of Winston. We need the bed.”
Edward didn’t argue. “Down, Winston. Out.” He tapped the
dog with his hand and Winston flipped over, gave them both a dirty look, then hopped down off the bed and trotted out of the bedroom.
As soon as the dog left, Jack grabbed Edward and pushed him back onto the bed. Edward moaned as Jack covered his body with his, pressing him into the bed and kissing him like it was the best thing in the world.
He loved that about Jack. That ‘gotta-have-you-now’ feeling when he kissed Edward or when he fucked him. It was the best. And when Jack got all alpha and manhandled him, tossing him around on the bed, moving him into positions to fuck him better and harder? Fuck. Edward could blow his load just thinking about it.
Jack pushed off him. “Too many clothes.” He started to strip down and Edward matched him in speed. He hadn’t quite gotten his jeans down when Jack grabbed the waist and yanked them off, nearly taking Edward off the bed with them.
“Hey!” Edward laughed. His cock slapped his belly as it came free. He ran his hand over it for a quick stroke or two as Jack stared down at him, lust burning in his heated gaze.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Jack might act all proper when he was working, but Edward loved how dirty his mouth became while they fucked. He ranted in four-letter words.
Edward hadn’t been lying to Sammi about letting Jack taking charge. Edward might cajole Jack into sex, but he really didn’t need to give it much effort. Jack wanted Edward all the time, and he was damn happy about that, because the feeling was mutual.
“Get on your knees.”
Oh, Jack was in that mood. Not that Edward didn’t love getting fucked from behind. He knew it might start out that way, but Jack loved to change it up during sex.
Edward scrambled into position as Jack stalked over to the bedside table to get the lube. They’d stopped using condoms a few months ago, after their last blood tests.
“Use plenty lube.” Edward knew giving directions to Jack just got him stirred up.
“I know what to do. Don’t tell me.” Jack growled, but Edward knew he was loving this.
Jack slicked up his shaft then added a dollop of lube to Edward’s hole, wiping it around the rim. Without warning, he pushed a finger in, breaching Edward.
“Oh fuck.” Edward groaned, loving the feel of Jack’s finger inside, twisting and stretching him. Jack found his prostate and rubbed it hard. Shocks traveled through Edward and he had to bite his lip to keep from crying out in pleasure.
“Goddamn, you’re tight. So hot. Got to get inside you now.” He pushed the head of his cock into Edward, rocked once, then slid inside, filling Edward.
With both of his hands digging into Edward’s hips, he thrust in and out, working up speed until he pounded Edward, grunting with each attack. Edward knew any moment Jack would start swearing.
“Fuck. Sonofabitch. Goddamn. Fuck.” Jack moaned out each word. “You fucking kill me, you bastard. I want to jerk you, see you come on my hand. Feel you on my cock.”
“Fuck me, Jack.” He loved when Edward used his name. Jack didn’t like when Edward used pet names with him, so Edward did it often. Got Jack worked up something fine. “Do it, honey lamb.” He put a heavy Georgia accent on his words.
“Don’t call me that, brat.”
Oh yes. Edward was a brat and he owned it. He grinned as Jack slammed him even harder.
“You’re such a fucking brat. Always got to smart-mouth me.”
“I do. It makes you nuts.” Edward wiggled his ass just to get a rise out of Jack.
“Fuck, yes.” Jack groaned. He pulled back, sitting on his heels, dragging Edward onto his lap without losing contact. Edward let his knees straddle either side of Jack’s thighs as he rode him, reverse cowboy style. Jack wrapped one hand across Edward’s chest to hold him in place and play with his nipple. With the other hand, he took hold of Edward’s dick.
Edward hissed. “Yes, Jack. Yesss.” Damn, that felt so good. Jack knew just how to work him.
Jack stroked Edward tight and slow. “God, brat, you’re so hard for me, even when I’m fucking you.” To punctuate his words, he thrust up hard, grinding into Edward’s ass.
“I’m always hard for you, sweetie.” Edward pushed back through the pounding.
Jack cursed him. “Don’t fucking call me sweetie.” He leaned forward, his chin resting on Edward’s shoulder as he watched himself jerk Edward off.
“God, that’s it, Jack.” Edward whimpered. Jack’s dick in his ass, his hand wrapped around his shaft, his fingers flicking his nipple almost to irritation. All of Edward’s senses were on fire, his balls tightening, nerves firing up and down his cock.
“Gonna come, Jack. You’re making me come.” Edward gasped as his arousal built, climbing higher and higher.
Jack’s mouth was right by his ear as he whispered, “Do it, baby. Come for me. Spill all over my hand. Come on my cock, you sexy brat. Make me feel you on my dick.” He gave his hand a twist as he passed it over the head, and Edward howled his release.
Jack froze to watch. Edward pulsed, each shot of cum exploding from him, bleeding through Jack’s fingers. Jack stroked him, forcing all of it out of him, extending his orgasm until he couldn’t breathe.
“That’s it. I can feel you on my cock. Each time you jet, I feel you tighten inside.” Jack’s voice had gone hoarse and sexy as hell. “Fuck. You feel so good. Every time I fuck you, it’s incredible.” Jack let his cock go and Edward slumped back into Jack’s arms.
Jack lowered him to the bed, face up. Edward sprawled, his legs wide and inviting Jack to finish. Jack, his eyes half-closed in pleasure, stroked his own cock using Edward’s cum to slick it. Then he opened his eyes and focused on Edward.
“Got to come, baby.” He leaned over and kissed Edward, all tongue and teeth nipping his lips, his neck, his shoulder. He entwined his fingers with Edward’s and held him down. Edward loved how Jack possessed him, controlled his body, completely owned him.
“Fuck me again. I can take it. Want your cum inside me. Want to feel it drip down my thighs.” Edward pulled his balls up, showing Jack his hole.
Jack groaned. “God damn. What you do to me. You get me so hard.” He slicked up again and pushed into Edward as he wrapped his legs around Jack’s waist. Their moans filled the room.
Edward relaxed, letting Jack inside once again. No way could he get more than a little hard, but he knew Jack wouldn’t last long. By the look of pleasure on Jack’s face, the way he squeezed Edward’s hands, the frantic thrust of his hips, he could tell Jack was on the edge.
Jack shouted as he came and Edward locked his feet around Jack’s back, holding him in place deep inside. His channel warmed with the load Jack blew, filling him up.
Jack exhaled, shook his head and pulled out slow and gentle, careful not to hurt Edward. He’d been rough, but Edward loved it.
He dropped to the side and pulled Edward on top of him. Edward sprawled over Jack’s chest and buried his head in Jack’s neck. “Love you, Jack,” he whispered.
Jack chuckled. “Brat.”
“You looooove me, you want to marrrrry me.” Edward gave his best Sandy Bullock impression.
Jack slapped Edward’s ass. “Baby,” he crooned, “every time…it just gets better with you.” He kissed the top of Edward’s head. “Edward, I love you so much it scares me.”
Edward grinned as he ran his hand through the hair on Jack’s chest. “I know. I’m the best thing in your life. I make it worth living. Blah blah blah.”
Jack growled but it turned into a laugh. “We’ve both had a hard day. How about ordering pizza? You can get the pasta you like so much.”
“And Winston can share!” Edward exclaimed. At the mention of his name, Winston trotted in, jumped onto the bed and walked over Jack to nudge his way between them.
Jack grunted as the dog stepped on his balls to get to where he believed was his place in the bed, right between them. “Winston! I swear you’ve gained weight.” He glared at the dog. “If you’re not careful those ladies at the spa are going to make you so fat we’re going to ha
ve to call you Waddle instead of Winston.”
Winston stretched out, his short legs sticking straight out, his head on his front paws, facing Jack and Edward. His tongue peeked out between his teeth. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Edward scratched behind the bulldog’s ears. “Everyone there loves him. They can’t resist his puppy-dog eyes.”
Jack harrumphed. “He’s not getting any of my pizza this time. He needs to go back on his doggie diet, Edward. It’s not good for him.”
Edward sighed. “I know. I’ll tell everyone tomorrow. No treats for you, Winston.” He shook his finger at the dog.
Winston, eyes still closed, growled.
Chapter Twelve
Rush glanced across Manuel to where Phillip sat on his horse. They’d given him one of the more settled mounts, a bay mare. She wasn’t a trail nag, but she wasn’t high-spirited either. Manuel wanted to see what Phillip could handle.
Phillip had managed to saddle her up and had even picked her hooves and done a good job when he’d brushed her off. Rush had been impressed. So far, so good.
This morning, they had to check the fences and the water troughs. If they needed more water, they’d bring out the big tanks in the back of the truck. There were two big waterholes located elsewhere that ran from a windmill pump.
The route they were taking would circle the entire ranch and take most of the time so that by lunch they’d be back at the house. If Phillip wanted to call it quits, he could end his day there.
From the look of happiness on Phillip’s face, Rush bet on the young man continuing to the afternoon’s chores, like the water, and barn maintenance. Much more physical labor than riding, but neglect could run down a ranch faster than anything.
