by BA Tortuga
“Grazie.” Gianni grinned, feeling damn good.
“Where you want to go, boss?”
“Toward the back east pasture, I think.” He wanted to see where there might be ATV tracks.
“Good deal. I’ll handle the fences for you.”
“Is she gate trained?” Buck was not. Sooooo not.
“Yessir. It’s all good.”
“Good deal. Is she yours?”
“No.” Bonner laughed a little. “Your aunt says she was a gymkhana horse, but she got too big for the kids to ride safely. She’s amazing.” Bonner sounded a little bit in love.
“She’s gorgeous.” He would make sure everyone knew Stormy was Bonner’s to ride as long as he was here.
“She is.” Oh, look at that smile. He could feel it in his balls.
They headed out, and darned if that mare wasn’t so well trained she stood patiently for gates and ignored Buck when he tried to run her into fences. The sun was beating down on them, the breeze keeping it from being too hot. The pecan trees looked healthy, the ponds full.
He was pleased. Gianni spent a good bit of time looking for evidence that someone had been on the land that didn’t belong there. That hint came with a set of worn tracks heading for a copse of trees. He made a note to have Harrison or Kody check it out, when Bonner called out, “I’ll catch up,” and followed the trail.
“Shit.” Bonner wasn’t armed. That was all he needed was to get his foreman killed. He dug his heels in so Buck would get the idea and pick up the pace.
Bonner moved fast, Stormy picking her way down into the trees. Thankfully, Buck was a jealous bastard, so he sped up to a trot, and God, Gianni hoped no one was lurking down there.
“What the actual fuck is all this?” Bonner’s words had him growling.
“Get out of there!” Don’t fuck up my crime scene.
“No, there’s some kind of stash back here!”
“Bonner, I need you to come right back here and leave it alone.” He made it an order even as he was pulling out his phone.
Bonner popped out of the trees. “Dude, there’s shit in here. Is it…? Do you know whose it is?”
“No. No, but my aunt warned me that people were squatting. She said to call the sheriff.” Crap. He’d hoped for signs, not for Bonner to find something right off.
“You want me to clean this shit out? It’s a mess. My luck the barn dogs will get into it.”
“No. No, I’m calling the sheriff as commanded.” He called Colt, actually.
“Yo, boss. You’re bored riding with the stud already? Jerilyn and I got rid of the sidecar for you.”
He snorted. “Yes, I want to speak to the sheriff.” Bonner needed to stay out of this.
“Ah. Okay. You found something. Mark it and I’ll send Kody and Harrison.”
“Thank you. Yes, this is Gianni Cesare. I’m in the back east pasture of the Webb ranch. I found what looks like a squatter’s nest. The coordinates are….” He checked his watch, then rattled them off. “No, we haven’t disturbed anything. Yes. Okay, thank you. I’ll have my phone. Thank you.” He hung up on Colt before Bonner could get any more curious. “They advise us to move on and not to disturb the site.”
“How will they know to find it? Should I go back to the house and bring them?”
“No, I gave them the coordinates.” He showed Bonner his watch, which had all the bells and whistles. “They want us to move on so we don’t scare off anyone who might be coming back for this or ruin their crime scene.”
“Oh. Okay. Cool. I just wanted to run out any kids down in here, you know?” Bonner crawled the rest of the way out, grabbed a bottle of water. “You want one?”
“Please. Goodness, who knew there was all this excitement?” Who knew they would find something the very first time he rode out.
“There’s always shit happening on big pieces of land. Always some kids pulling something or bonus horses and all, and this piece of land is vast.” Bonner handed him a bottle of water.
“Bonus horses?” He raised his eyebrows. “What does that mean?”
“Folks can’t feed them, so they drop them off. We’ve found four in the last two weeks.”
Gianni blinked. “What do we do with them?”
“Well, if they’re sound and disease free, we keep ’em. If they need help, they go to the rescue, and there are some therapy ranches near Dallas that will take the ones who aren’t the best in conformation.”
“Huh. Do we get bonus cattle as well?”
“Tons, apparently.”
“Huh.” Interesting. He’d have to talk to Jerilyn about that. Now, the cattle they could sell at auction, but what else did they get?
Bonner swung back up into the saddle. “Let’s go. I want to see if anyone’s messed with the fence to get in.”
“Certainly.” Look at Bonner, being all forceful. It was insanely hot.
Gianni wanted to pull him off his horse and fuck him until he screamed. Twice.
Maybe he would. The boys would handle their scene and determine if it was the drug runners, homeless guys, or a bunch of kids.
He’d bet after a hard plugging, Bonner would ride a little more gingerly.
Grinning, Gianni let Buck have his head, so soon they were riding next to each other. He caught Bonner sneaking glances.
Oh, that made him happy. Come on, Bonner. Look at me. He was that peacock trying to attract a mate, at least as far as this man was concerned. He wanted Bonner to be his. Just his.
Bonner glanced over, licked his lips, and all Gianni could think about was them wrapped around his cock. The way Bonner knelt, sucking his cock, was enough to give Gianni sweet dreams for the rest of his life.
Then again, why dream it when he could have it?
“Did you think about the beach often, Bonner? About our games?”
Bonner’s answer was a deep moan.
“I did too. I would wake up thinking I could smell you, all heat and suntan lotion and your skin.”
“You….”
“I did. I craved your sweet, tight little ass.”
“Be good!”
“No. I refuse to do that. Life is far too short to be good, caro. It’s not like my aunt is here.” He winked.
“She was sure as shit there last night!”
“And you still did the deed in the powder room, caro. We need each other.” Gianni wasn’t shy about what he wanted.
“You… you’re a devil.”
“I am. You should see my horns.” He chuckled when Buck danced a little. He was tense now, and it was getting Buck upset. Bonner looked back at him, grinning.
“God, you’re like no one I’ve ever met.”
“Good.” He reached out to trail his fingers along Bonner’s arm. Of course, that pissed off Stormy, who shoved Buck with her shoulder. Buck danced and tried to bite, and Stormy bit back.
“Now stop that.” Bonner applied a firm hand to Stormy’s bridle, easing her away. “You two are like five-year-olds.”
That confidence and strength was hot as fuck.
He loved that they’d both grown. They were gonna tear each other up. “Shall we head for the creek?” In the distance he could hear a motor, and he wanted to get Bonner out of there before his team showed up.
“Sure. It’s running full. I like it.”
“I always have.” He grinned, knowing he was about to surprise Bonner. “Race you.” He nudged Buck right into a canter.
Bonner chuckled, letting Buck get a few lengths ahead before Stormy started running.
That mare could fly, and he wasn’t about to risk Buck in a headlong rush, so he stayed a body length behind, letting Stormy set the pace. It was all for the protection of the horse, not at all for the sight of Bonner’s ass.
Not a bit.
Maybe he could talk Bonner into a dip. The creek would be… refreshing.
Maybe he could talk Bonner into a roll in the hay. Though hay was itchy.
Bonner pulled Stormy up, walking her along
the creek, moving nice and slow. She ducked her head, hunting the water, but Bonner pulled her up. “Not until you walk it out, baby girl. Stubborn.”
He smiled over, doing the same with Buck, both of them wandering.
When the horses cooled down, they found a nice tree and slid to the ground. “Maria packed us a lunch.” Bonner took first Stormy, then Buck to the creek, expertly controlling how much they drank. Good man.
The more he knew about Bonner, the more he liked the man. He was great with the animals, had a care for the ranch, and had good friends like Micah.
And he bent over and took it beautifully.
He pulled out the waters and their lunch, arranging it as elegantly as he could. Bonner deserved a few of the finer things in life.
“Ain’t that pretty? What a spread.” The horses were ground tied, munching grass.
“Maria does wonders with sandwiches.”
“Yeah, but you’re all Martha Stewart.”
He laughed. “My parents both taught me many useless skills.”
Bonner plopped down. “Shit, man. I’m the king of useless. I’m just messing with you. You make sammiches feel fancy.”
“I think you’re very good with the animals.” Gianni glanced over, trying for smoldering. “Including me.”
Bonner snorted at him. “I’m not sure I’m in control with you.”
“No?” He widened his eyes. “That’s okay.”
“Butthead.” Bonner tossed a leaf at him. “I’ve never been so embarrassed as last night with Miz Jerilyn.”
“She’s a hoot, so trust me, she wasn’t upset.” Bonner nodded to him, fingers folding the edge of the blanket, over and over.
“Hey.” He took Bonner’s hand in his, prying it free of the cloth. “What is it?”
“I just…. This don’t seem real.” Bonner met his eyes, and God, he’d been lost the first time, and that pure need hadn’t changed a bit.
“I’m right here.” Gianni smiled gently, because Bonner was vulnerable as hell, and he was a shit, but he wasn’t a complete ass. He could go slow when he needed to.
“Yeah. What you been up to, for all this time?”
“Oh, you know. I travel a lot, look after Massimo’s business interests….” God, the lies felt slick and oily on his tongue. This one made him want to be all noble. He’d have to watch that. Bonner’s head tilted, and for a second Gianni thought for sure Bonner knew he was lying, was going to call him on it.
He slid his thumb over Bonner’s palm, hoping to distract him. Bonner’s eyelids went heavy, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips.
Bingo. He brought Bonner’s hand to his lips for a moment. “We should eat. Keep our strength up.”
“Yeah. Yessir.” Bonner watched his lips, eyes burning.
“Mmm.” He had to lean over for a kiss. Had to. Bonner’s lips parted for him, begging him in, letting him have whatever he wanted.
Gianni took the kiss deep, a little harder than he’d intended. Fuck, Bonner was an addiction, worse than any drug. He slid one hand behind Bonner’s head, holding them together. Bonner’s hand landed on his thigh, hot and solid as hell.
Humming, he spread, letting Bonner at the fly of his jeans, which were too damn tight now. Bonner took the offer, fingers sliding up along the seam toward his aching balls.
“Ah, caro. Sì. That feels amazing.”
Bonner moaned for him, fingertips brushing his nuts, teasing him through the denim. He tugged that mouth to his again, needing to see how hot they could burn. Needing a little control.
Bonner pressed against him, feeding from his lips with a needy cry. So damn wanton, so perfectly responsive. God, he needed to have Bonner again. He cupped Bonner’s ass, squeezing good and hard. Pulling back, Bonner blinked at him, chest heaving like a bellows. “Oh God. Again.”
“Bossy,” Gianni accused. But he did it again.
Bonner climbed over into Gianni’s lap, looking shocked at his own bravado.
“Hello.” He licked Bonner’s lower lip.
“Hello.” Bonner stared at him, panting softly.
He nibbled his way down from Bonner’s ear to his collarbone. “You taste damn good.”
He brought his hands up, searching for those sensitive nipples. He remembered the night he made Bonner shoot, just from that alone.
“Oh. Evil man.”
“I told you, caro. I’m the devil incarnate.” He pinched through Bonner’s shirt, and Bonner arched over him, lips parted on a gasp. “Uh-huh. I remember how sensitive you are here.” Gianni twisted.
“No….” Oh, wasn’t that pretty as fuck—that soft gasp, the red cheeks.
“You so are. I want to make you shoot.” He had work to do, he knew it, but this was… a gift. This was his gift.
“Gianni! Be good.”
“I am. I am being so good to you. I’m going to make you fly.” He started unbuttoning Bonner’s shirt, opening it up.
“We can’t get naked out here!” Bonner sounded scandalized.
“It’s my land. We can do what we want.”
“But what if someone saw us? The sheriff?”
“I went to high school with the sheriff.” And he’s miserable….
“You did? Here?” He got Bonner’s shirt unbuttoned and focused on those tiny, tight nipples. They fascinated him, flat and heated, not nearly as dark as his.
“Mmm….”
He’d answer questions later. First he needed to hear Bonner scream.
He licked down along that lovely chest, mouth hunting those stiff peaks. He held Bonner, encouraging him to lean back over his hands.
Arching, Bonner gave him access, and he could smell that need, the heated maleness under Bonner’s jeans. He groaned, scraping his teeth above Bonner’s nipple, teasing them both.
Twisting, Bonner pushed against his mouth, demanding silently.
Greedy. Gianni loved it. He latched on and began to pull, sucking hard, steadily. He flicked at it with his tongue, holding Bonner up with one hand. He used the other, touching whatever he could.
Bonner was like a flame against him, begging him for what he could give.
He moved to the other side of Bonner’s chest, gnawing at the other tiny nip, wanting them both throbbing and swollen. Damn, he wished he had clamps.
He had to wonder what the chances were he could make a mail order without Colt discovering it. Probably zero. He could offer to buy Colt a toy…. That might work, especially if he teased the guy about Kody coming up for coffee. He bit down, distracting himself as much as Bonner.
“Uhn.” Bonner writhed, starting to curse. Oh, he remembered that fondly, how Bonner would let him do anything. And love it.
“I want to see all of you, Bonner. Take off your jeans.” He wanted to see when he made Bonner come.
“Here?”
“Now. Take them off.” He cupped Bonner’s balls, rolled them.
“I—oh God.” Bonner put a tiny bit of space between them and ripped at the button and zipper of those well-worn jeans.
“Good man. Let me see you.”
“Shh….”
Except that wasn’t what Bonner needed, was it? No, they needed loud and hard and heavy. Both of them. He tugged at Bonner’s jeans, damn near ripping them off. They slid down, though, because they were both sweaty by now, and damn if the undies didn’t come off too. He groaned and rubbed his thumb along the tip of Bonner’s cock, pushing just a little hard.
“Gianni! Christ!” Bonner scrabbled at the blanket, body bucking like that of a wild bronc.
“Mmm. Where was I? Nipples?”
“Stop it.” Bonner covered both nips with his hands.
“Oh no. I don’t think so.” He tackled Bonner to the ground, grabbing Bonner’s wrists to yank those tanned hands up over Bonner’s head. “Dios, you’re still fine.”
He still wanted to make Bonner need him.
“Let go.” Bonner fought him, but those cheeks were bright red, and Bonner’s gaze never left his, challenging him.
“Yes.” Bonner shook his head when he said it.
“Okay. I’ll let go on one condition.”
“One condition?” Bonner licked his lips, over and over.
“Uh-huh. If I let go, you keep them up there for me. I want all of you spread out for me, begging.”
Bonner blushed, his entire body going pink. “Oh God….”
“Do it, caro. I’ll make it worth your while.” He squeezed Bonner’s wrists before letting them go. He let himself admire, let Bonner see how much he needed. Bonner held those hands in place, up over his head. That stretched Bonner out in a long, naked line, that cock standing up like a pole.
He murmured softly, praising Bonner’s beauty, his strength. He took his time, staring, watching Bonner blush.
Those long fingers twitched, but Bonner didn’t take his hands down. Instead he rolled his hips, inviting Gianni to come and get him. Jesus.
Gianni took that offer, reaching out to touch Bonner’s flat belly. He pressed in, making Bonner feel it, all the way down, and then he parted his fingers, tracing but not touching Bonner’s cock.
Scowling, Bonner thrust up at him, but he went for the fuzzy thighs instead, his calluses catching there. He did love Bonner’s skin, which was pale anywhere the sun usually didn’t touch. They’d have to spend a lot of time naked in the sun.
Listen to him, acting like he was going to keep Bonner as a boy toy. The fantasy was perfect for right now. He’d hold it while they did this, at least. Gianni smiled at Bonner. “You look a little frustrated.”
“I’m…. You’re driving me out of my fucking mind, man.”
“Good. I want you crying out. Begging. On fire for me.” To that end he bent down to rub his rough whiskers against Bonner’s cock.
Bonner tried to spread, but the jeans around his knees stopped him short. “Oh Jesus. Please.”
“I got this.” Gianni wanted to see that spread happen as well. He yanked Bonner’s boots off, then the jeans. The socks could stay. They were adorable. Open shirt, white socks—this was cowboy fantasy at its finest.
Like the best kind of porn. Gianni knew he would play it back in his mind whenever he needed to.
