Rocking the Cowboy

by Skylar M. Cates

  “I want… to be teased and tasted and told not to come. I love how you undo me that way.” He tried to smile, but his voice quivered. “But I want to give you orders too. I want it both ways.”

  “Then order me. What should I do first?”

  “Your tongue.” Remy licked his lips. “On my cock.”

  He pushed his chest out, his nipples hard, and Remy’s desire glazed in his eyes. Jed swallowed once before shifting downward. He flicked his tongue over the tip of Remy’s cock. He couldn’t wait to offer Remy this. He would make them both tremble before he ever fucked him.

  Remy shuddered when Jed began to use his mouth on his cock.

  Remy moaned at that. He parted his thighs a little, inviting Jed to do whatever he wanted.

  “Suck me,” Remy said.

  And it was so hot, that trust mixed with command. Jed knew exactly how hard to suck Remy’s head, how to run his tongue down the sensitive seam on the underside of his cock, how to pay attention to every twitch of Remy’s hard-on, how to reward him when he lifted his hips for more. Remy needed to be taken care of, but he also needed to be in charge.

  When Remy wanted his balls sucked, Jed shifted lower. He pushed Remy’s legs up and licked from his cockhead to his sac.

  “Yes,” Remy growled, and then he whimpered as Jed licked the warm skin of his balls. Jed massaged them one at a time. He listened to Remy’s stuttered breath. He felt his thighs shaking. Only then did Jed lower his mouth and suck harder. His tongue teased a trail from Remy’s wet balls to his waiting hole.

  “God, Jed!” Remy thrashed. Jed glanced at his flushed face, hands curled into desperate fists. He saw the precum leaking at his cock.

  “Do you want me to fuck you already? Tell me, Remy. Order me.”

  “Yes! No! Yes!”

  Jed calmly grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed. He waited a long moment, his own dick hard as hell.

  “Hold off a little longer, is that it?”

  Remy moaned. “Yeah, please.”

  “I love the way you beg.” Jed released his cock and rubbed a gentle hand across Remy’s lower stomach. “I love you, period.”

  He waited until Remy relaxed a little, and then Jed gave his full attention to Remy’s ass. He palmed the cheeks. Rubbed a thumb over his crack. Jed watched Remy. How did I find the key to Remy’s body, his heart? Jed was thrilled and humbled all at once. How did a lonely and serious man like me get so lucky?

  He slid his thumb along Remy’s rim.

  “Tell me what you want now,” he coaxed. “Say the words, Remy.”

  “Oh Jesus. Oh….” Remy thrust his body up, his ass begging.

  Jed moved his mouth to Remy’s crack. He inhaled his scent, then licked at a patch of heated skin. He wanted this as much as Remy—the build, the rise of it all—not hurrying, not slamming in and taking. This was giving to his man. Giving him whatever he wanted.

  Remy was all lean muscle, all tension, waiting.

  Jed mouthed at his hole, gliding his tongue in and out, getting him loose and ready. Jed’s dick was throbbing to be inside him, but he continued to give Remy his tongue. He felt Remy spasm as he pushed his tongue in deeper. He was grunting and cursing and then making sexy moans all at once as Jed worked his tongue into him.

  “Please, more, Jed. This is—oh God—so good. But I want… inside me… your cock… now.”

  Jed replaced his tongue with a finger. If he was going to take Remy, Jed wanted sparks to be going off inside Remy when he claimed him.

  Remy clenched at Jed’s finger. He gripped his sheets and bucked wildly when Jed found the right spot. Jed crooked his finger over Remy’s sensitive prostate.

  “Ready?”

  “Are you fucking joking?” Remy writhed under him, attempting a careless grin but failing. “Yeah, yeah, I’m ready.” He murmured something under his breath.

  “What was that?”

  Remy swallowed. His gaze met Jed’s. “I said… love me.”

  “I do.”

  Jed shifted, placing Remy’s legs over his shoulders.

  “Does this bother you? Does it hurt your ankle?” Jed asked.

  “No, no. Don’t stop.”

  He quickly added a condom and lube. Then he cupped Remy’s ass in his hands. Jed pushed inside and took what he had been dreaming about. Remy’s body welcomed him in a tight hug. Jed breached Remy’s last defenses and slid fully inside of him. Nothing had ever felt this perfect for Jed, this right, as he drove into Remy. Every single thrust was as if they were made for each other. Jed changed his angle, making Remy’s legs go higher, then leaning in to kiss the side of Remy’s neck.

  “Touch me,” Jed whispered.

  Remy released his death grip on the sheets. His warm hands touched Jed’s waist and clung there.

  The heat of Remy’s body surrounded him as Jed sought Remy’s prostate, gliding forward, right over the spot. He fought to maintain control. When Remy cried out, Jed kissed him deeply. Jed liked how they moved together. How they touched each other. Soon Jed was sucking at Remy’s nipples as he rocked against him. He worshipped Remy with every move. Never had Jed been this vulnerable; he had never allowed himself to be. Despite making his thrusts gentle and slow to not hurt Remy, Jed felt the intensity between them building. Remy arched his hips, and Jed held off his orgasm as best he could, to keep pleasuring Remy.

  They both moaned as Jed increased his rhythm. Remy met every thrust. Their connection was so strong and true that Jed barely had to touch Remy’s erection and he was pulsing in his hand.

  “Oh God! Jed!” Remy shouted as the tremors began and he found release. “I love you!”

  Warm spunk covered Jed’s chest as Remy convulsed, his ass clenching Jed’s cock, the electricity between them causing Jed’s orgasm to begin.

  “I love you,” Remy cried again. He spoke in that sexy voice of his, but his expression was serious.

  Jed was beyond speech, but he kissed Remy, pressing down on him, then burying his face at Remy’s neck as he came.

  The last shudder of his release made its way through him, and he breathed in some air as if he’d never inhaled it before. Then he moved slightly, so his face was near Remy’s.

  Jed kissed his forehead, the tip of his nose, and his mouth. “Thank God, that you love me back. I…I wasn’t certain. And I was worried about telling you. That it might hold you here, when you should be on stage.”

  “We’ll figure out all that. I’m not sure I want to be touring or on stage.”

  “As long as I’m not the reason. Or you’d eventually be bitter toward me. And I couldn’t live with that.”

  “Never.” Remy stroked his arm. “It’s my choice. You’re not pushing me. I don’t think you realize how much I need you.”

  Jed felt shy at Remy’s words. He wanted them to be true so much. It was hard to accept that somebody adored by millions, wanted to be adored by him. He kissed Remy’s fingers one by one.

  “Did I hurt you? I tried to be gentle, but I got caught up at the end and—”

  “I’m fine. I’m great, in fact.” Remy laughed.

  “Good.” Jed smiled. But he still would take Remy to the doctor tomorrow to be checked, and insist on some ice and Advil.

  They kissed for what seemed hours. Jed gave Remy reassuring touches. Remy sighed against him, his mouth swollen from Jed’s kisses, his face happy and relaxed. That was all Jed wanted—Remy’s happiness. And now he no longer believed it had to be separate from his own.

  Jed thought he was perfection. Not only because his body was so beautiful, but also because Remy’s expression was so open. Did he look as equally unguarded. He imagined he did.

  Chapter Eighteen

  REMY floated, euphoric to have Jed beside him. It was a high Remy never wanted to stop. He kissed the line of Jed’s shoulder to his neck, and Jed stirred, waking with a crooked smile.

  “Morning, darlin’.”

  Remy’s heart skipped a beat. That country drawl and that endearment could bring h
im to his knees every time. Hell, he’d get to his knees right now and show Jed how he loved it. But they needed to talk. Maybe he was finally maturing to put conversation in front of more sex, but Remy wasn’t risking any more miscommunication.

  “So, I thought I’d make coffee for us, and then we can talk.”

  Jed sat up in bed, scratching at his chest, yawning. “Sounds good. As long as you don’t cook.”

  “Jerk.” Remy grinned. “I just might bring you burnt toast for that.”

  Jed laughed and stretched his arms over his head. He was so damn cute half-awake.

  Remy padded down to the kitchen and brewed a pot of coffee. He hummed a little as he fixed Jed’s cup the way he liked it and then took it back in the bedroom. The sheets were rumpled, and Jed was in the middle of all his pillows, looking silly and sexy altogether.

  “Coffee’s ready.”

  “Thanks.”

  Love swelled in Remy’s chest. It felt like he was writing the best damn melody in the world, a note inside him he couldn’t deny.

  As they kissed, Jed pulled him down to lay on top of him, snaking his strong arms around Remy’s middle. And he loved Jed’s size and strength—the fact that Jed could manhandle him one moment and call him the sweetest endearments the next. Remy wanted Jed. His kisses, his companionship, his trust. All of him. Remy planned to settle for nothing less.

  Jed was rubbing the small of his back. Remy pulled away from the kisses to study Jed’s slightly bruised lips, the softness in his blue eyes. The feeling in Remy’s chest expanded so much it ached.

  And the song simply came to him.

  “Hold on! I need some paper.” Remy dashed out of the room.

  He hurried to Jed’s study and grabbed a notebook and pen. The hot licks of the guitar, insistent and sexy like Jed’s tongue, came to him first. Then the beat, steady as a pulse, and the addition of a bass. He had no idea how much time had passed when Jed entered the room.

  “Can I help?” Jed asked as Remy stared at the paper in front of him, a bemused smile on his face.

  “I actually wrote a song.”

  “That’s fantastic!”

  “Thanks. I mean, the words are only half done, but the entire melody is here.”

  “I’ll leave you to it.”

  “No, stay.”

  “But I can’t be of any use.”

  “You already are. What do you think inspired me?” Remy smiled at him. “Stay. You can listen and tell me what you think of the song.”

  “I’m not a musician,” Jed protested. “When I asked if I could help, I meant feed you or something while you work.”

  “Just give me your honest opinion.”

  Remy picked up his guitar. Jed listened carefully as he played.

  “Well?” he asked Jed as the last note finished. “I mean, it’s rough, and the chorus needs fiddling with, and I didn’t even sing you the words yet, so I know it’s not done. But—”

  “Remy, it’s beautiful.”

  Happiness bubbled inside him with Jed’s praise. “Do you really think so?” Remy asked, even though Jed was not one for flattery.

  Jed nodded. “I’m telling you the honest truth. One place in the middle sounded off, but the rest? It was lovely. I’m not good at explaining. But it’s like the melody twisted and turned and then built higher.”

  “Yes! That’s exactly what I wanted it to do. I want the listener to feel the warmth of the sound, like a flower growing upright with the touch of the sunlight. Too poetic,” Remy said, pulling a face. “Sorry, I get into this stuff.”

  “No, I love your enthusiasm. You explained exactly how I felt listening to it. And I just love seeing how happy you are. But… it didn’t sound like a pop song.”

  “It’s not. It’s more alternative. I was groomed to be a pop star by Disney, but my own taste has always been more grunge or indie. I think it’s an alternative tune and a….” Remy averted his eyes. “And a love song,” he admitted shyly.

  “A love song. About who exactly?” Jed’s eyes were shining, his smile soft.

  “Don’t tease,” Remy begged him. “You already know. It’s about us, of course.”

  “Thank you,” Jed said in a low voice.

  As they kissed, a new melody began to play in his imagination. Remy was torn between kissing Jed and capturing the new song. But then he realized he could do both. He could love Jed, create, then love Jed some more. He closed his eyes as Jed kissed along his neck to his clavicle.

  He had no idea if anybody but Jed would like his new sound. He had no idea if Buddy was right and nobody would even want to work with him and he’d be all alone.

  “Are you all right?” Jed whispered, concerned. He rested a hand on Remy’s shoulder, his fingers warm, palms callused.

  In that moment, Remy knew he could go it alone in the music world, as long as he had Jed in his private world.

  “I’m more than all right.” Remy smiled. “I’m free.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  ONE YEAR LATER

  JED wiped his sweat away with the hem of his shirt. His hard work was paying off. The young quarter horses and some Iberians showed well. Polo demanded a horse of speed and agility. But Jed thought temperament was just as important, and he was earning a reputation for having stock that was fast but also responsive under pressure.

  He was working with Pop Rocks today, a gift from Remy when Jed decided to try breeding polo ponies. Pop Rocks was already proving an able performer.

  “Looking good, cowboy. Want to take a break and cool off in a nice shower?”

  Remy leaned against the fence, a wicked light in his eyes.

  “Would I be cooling off or getting steamy?”

  Hagrid momentarily ruined their flirtation when he came barreling at Remy.

  “Hiya.” Remy bent to greet Hagrid with a scratch behind his ears. “We just saw each other. Can’t live without me, huh?”

  Hagrid gave Remy a sloppy lick.

  “Did your mom text you?”

  “Yep. She and Aunt Marina are about to board their plane back to Florida.”

  Remy’s mother and aunt had just come to visit and, Jed knew, to check him out thoroughly. Behind a pair of tortoise-shaped glasses, his mother had Remy’s same dark eyes, but she spoke with a slight Italian accent. Aunt Marina was into cooking, and she and Jed had hit it off, discussing herbs over that first dinner. Remy’s mother had been harder to bond with because Jed had been nervous. But she liked animals; Oscar had rested near her feet. Jed caught her feeding the big cat under the table several times—Hagrid too. And Remy clearly adored his mother.

  In the morning, she and Jed finally had a chance to talk alone. “So, Jed, the ranch is as beautiful as Remy told me.”

  “Thank you.”

  “If a bit remote, no?” She gave him an assessing stare. “I wouldn’t have pictured Remy settling here, so far from the bright lights he loves.”

  Jed folded his arms. “He seems to like it.”

  “Yes, but it came as a shock that he told me he was staying here. When he was younger, we could barely contain all his energy. Always he was singing loudly or playing his music. Not that I considered it music. But every generation says that about the other, right? My Remy loved to play, and we tried to encourage and protect him at the same time.” She gazed into the distance. “Then my husband died, God rest his soul, and…. Well, I was not used to making all the decisions.”

  “I’m sure you did whatever you believed was right for Remy.”

  She fixed her gaze on Jed. She was a beautiful woman, even at her age. Jed could understand how she had been a model once, and a muse for Remy’s artist father. “That is kind of you to say. I did try, but Remy—the more he got famous, the less happy he seemed to me. And he stopped singing when he visited. He only sang when he performed on stage. He began to care too much how he looked, how he sounded, what people thought of him. Today, though, I heard him singing. He was like a boy again, his voice full of happiness.” She touched Jed
’s hand. “I thank you for that. I believe in you Remy has found himself again. I have told him to have faith, but you have shown him faith.”

  Jed blinked. “I don’t know what to say. I wasn’t expecting you to thank me. And I don’t need thanks for loving Remy.”

  His mother touched the side of her neck as if feeling her own pulse. “Oh, my dear. You remind me so much of Remy’s father, not in looks, but inside where it matters. Hearing you say that, seeing you with my son, it makes me miss him.” Her eyes misted. “He would be thrilled for you both.”

  “I’d have liked to meet him,” Jed replied. “From what Remy’s told me, his dad sounded like an exceptional man.”

  She had embraced him in a long hug, her lemony scent reaching Jed’s nostrils. “Buddy had me fooled for many years. He doesn’t deserve my Remy’s attention, or deserve such a good man for a son. I understand this now.”

  “If I’m a good man, the credit goes to my mom.”

  “Yes, of course, your mother must be magnificent. Much like me.” She gave a sudden grin that reminded Jed of Remy’s. “But fathers count. And even when we do a bad job as parents, we influence our children. His weaknesses made you strong.”

  Jed pursed his lips, trying to fight his mixed emotions.

  “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

  “That’s all right,” Jed managed.

  “Now give me a tour of this place. I want to see the ranch through your eyes.”

  She had clasped Jed’s hand as he led her around the ranch’s various buildings, ending in Remy’s studio.

  “Oh, it’s perfect.” She gave him an approving nod. “Fits my son, after all.”

  Jed was actually looking forward to her next visit.

  After she’d retired to her room for the night, he found Remy in the kitchen with a late-night snack, eating blackberries from a carton.

  “Don’t you bother with a plate?”

  “Nah.”

  “At least promise you washed those first?”

  “Well, um….”

  Jed took the blackberries from Remy and washed them quickly.