by Carol Lynne
Sonny stared at the fake pork patty and instant mashed potatoes on his plate. Yuck. “I bet if I call Rawley, he’ll bring me some barbeque.”
“No, he won’t,” Garran argued. “Rawley’s at the station working today.” He pushed the tray closer to Sonny. “You want me to help you cut that up?”
Sonny scowled and speared the pork chop shaped patty with his fork, lifting the entire thing to his mouth. “I’ll eat it this way.”
Garron sat in his usual chair and chuckled. “That’s extremely attractive. You’re making me hot.”
Sonny laughed. “Shut up.”
“Tell you what, you eat everything on that tray and we can discuss that blowjob again,” Garron offered.
“That’s very tempting, Casanova, but my cock’s still a little sore from that damn catheter. Give me a day or two, and I’ll definitely take you up on your very generous offer.” He bit a piece off the pork patty. “And, sorry, I’m still not eating the pudding.”
“Fair enough,” Garron said, with resignation.
Sonny took another bite and studied Garron. Something wasn’t right. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing. Why?”
“Because usually, you wouldn’t give up until I ate that damn pudding.” Sonny set his fork down, his pork patty landing in the mashed potatoes.
“It’s pudding, Sonny. Do you really want to argue about it? Besides, I’m your partner not your mother.”
Sonny leaned his forearms on his tray. “Who had the brain surgery, me or you?”
Garron stood and pushed the tray to the foot of the bed. He sat on the side of the mattress and reached for Sonny’s hands. “You had the surgery, but I got the wake-up call. I’ve been so busy trying to take care of you that I forgot to put myself in your shoes. Guess I finally realized you wear a different size than I ever will.”
Sonny tried to follow Garron’s line of conversation, but it was too much for him to work out. “Say again?”
Garron blew out a long breath and shook his head. “Nothing, it was a stupid thing to say. I just meant that I’ll never be able to fully comprehend what you’ve been through since the shooting.” He gave Sonny a tentative smile.
Sonny returned the smile. “Ditto. I can’t imagine what you’ve been through since the shooting. I know I haven’t been the easiest person to love.”
“You’re wrong, you’ve always been easy to love. Getting along with has been an issue at times, but my love never wavered. Not once.”
“I know.” Sonny scooted over and rolled to his side, making room for Garron to lie beside him. “I haven’t had a seizure in three days.”
Garron stretched out and wrapped his arms around Sonny. “And with luck, you’ll never have another.”
“From your lips to God’s ears,” Sonny said, leaning in for a kiss. One thing was certain, he knew whatever health scares came their way, they would be able to face them together.
Epilogue
“I’m driving,” Sonny informed Garron, waving his reinstated driver’s license.
Garron was happy to scoot across the bench seat to the passenger side of the pickup, but he needed to tease his husband just a bit. “Are you sure you remember how?
Sonny climbed behind the wheel and moved his side of the split seats forward until he could comfortably reach the gas and brake. “Buckle up and hang on.”
“I’m still the sheriff,” Garron reminded.
“Exactly.” Sonny pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road. “God, I missed this.”
Garron stretched his arm out and rested it on the back of the seat. He brushed the short dark hair at Sonny’s nape. “Just take it easy on the gas pedal.”
Sonny glanced at the speedometer. “I’m not even speeding.”
“Keep it that way.” Garron moved his hand down to Sonny’s lap and rubbed against the front of Sonny’s zipper. They’d spent every spare moment of the last three months fucking, and although they’d had a rough and rowdy roll earlier in the day, Garron was ready again. It was the honeymoon phase of their relationship that had been put on hold by the shooting. Now that Sonny was seizure-free, they were definitely making up for lost time. “Let’s go home and celebrate before we go to Ryker’s.”
“I don’t think we have time. Dinner’s in an hour.”
Garron moved his hand to his own zipper and eased it down. He popped the button on his jeans and released his hard cock. “Are you really going to turn me down?” He began to stroke his cock.
“Hell, no, I’m just saying we can’t go all the way home.” Sonny turned onto the winding private road that led to Ranger and Ryker’s place. “However, there’s a spot up here that will do.” He drove a quarter of a mile and pulled the truck just off the road and into a small clearing.
Garron wasted no time pushing his jeans down to his ankles as Sonny kicked out of his boots. “Is that lube still in the glove box?” Sonny asked.
“Where else would it be?” Garron fished the tube out. They hadn’t used it since before Sonny’s seizures had started getting worse, but he sure as hell wouldn’t have thrown such a precious commodity away.
“Lube up,” Sonny ordered as he shimmied out of his blue jeans.
“What about you?” Garron squeezed gel out of the tube and down his cock. He wrapped his hand around himself again and moaned at the contact. “Oh, sweetheart, you’d better hop on this thing before I get too far into some solo action.”
Sonny snorted out a laugh and moved to straddle Garron. “Like you’d ever pass up my ass for your hand.”
Holding the base of his cock, Garron put his free hand on Sonny’s hip and guided him down. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned as Sonny sank onto his cock. “Sooo much better than my hand.”
“I thought so.” Sonny kissed Garron’s neck.
Garron narrowed his eyes when he felt Sonny’s mouth open. “No hickies. I have to start back to work tomorrow.”
“All the more reason.” Sonny began to ride Garron’s cock.
When Sonny tried to latch onto his neck again, Garron stopped him. “I don’t need a bruise on my neck to remind myself that I’m taken, and I guarantee there isn’t anyone at the station who has designs on me.”
Sonny braced his hands on Garron’s shoulders and moved faster.
“That’s it. Yeah,” Garron said, urging Sonny on. He was no longer worried about Sonny exerting himself.
A horn honked and Sonny laughed. “Rawley and Jeb are here.”
“Shit,” Garron growled. “How’d I let you talk me into this?”
“Because you wanted to fuck,” Sonny reminded him.
When the horn honked again, Garron rolled down his window and gave Rawley the finger. “Keep ridin’, cowboy.”
“Oh, I didn’t plan to stop.”
Garron heard the gravel kick up as Rawley and Jeb continued down the private road. He’d surely take heat for acting like a teenager in the driveway, but he’d suffer through it. Sonny’s ass wrapped around his cock was worth all the bullshit Rawley would dish out.
“Oh, fuck. It’s happening.” Sonny scrambled to get Garron’s shirt pushed up a split-second before he shot seed all over Garron’s stomach.
While Sonny rode out his orgasm, Garron took control and held Sonny above his lap so he could fuck up into his tightened ass. He loved it when Sonny came first. It reminded him that he still turned his husband on.
Garron worked Sonny’s ass for another few minutes before filling Sonny’s hole with cum. “So good,” he panted.
“So messy,” Sonny countered. “We’re going to go in smelling like a whore house.”
“I’m sure the entire house will already know what we’ve been up to before we even get inside.”
* * * *
Sonny managed to find a small package of wipes that were supposed to be used for first-aid. It wasn’t as good as a shower, but it was good enough until they made it inside and cleaned up in the guest bathroom.
The jibes started the moment they wal
ked into the house.
“Yeah, yeah, you guys are just jealous,” Garron said.
“I’m too tired to be jealous,” Ryker said. “Lilly’s been a regular nympho lately.”
“Ryker!” Lilly said, throwing a sofa pillow at him.
Ryker grinned. “I didn’t say I was complaining.”
“Uncle Sonny,” Ranger called from upstairs. “Your nieces need their diapers changed.”
Sonny glanced at Ryker and Lilly. “Where the hell did he get the idea that I want to change diapers every time I come over?”
“It’s Ranger’s turn. He’s just trying to get out of it,” Lilly explained.
“No, I’m not,” Ranger argued from the top of the steps. “The girls are asking for him.”
Sonny started for the stairs. “Only three months old and already they know I’m the coolest uncle.”
Walking into the nursery, Sonny inhaled. He loved the smell of baby powder and…Oh, fuck. “You didn’t tell me they pooped.”
Ranger, who was sitting on the floor with the girls, glanced up. “Why do you think I called you up? These little angels may be sweet, but what comes out of them sure isn’t.”
Sonny joined Ranger and reached for Regina. It wasn’t Rangina, but it was as close as Ranger, Ryker and Lilly had been willing to get. They’d already taken to calling her Reggie, which fit the feistiest one of the two. “You take care of Ruby,” he told Ranger.
“Gladly. Ruby’s easy.” Ranger laid his daughter on a changing pad positioned between his spread legs and began to unsnap her pajamas while Sonny did the same with Reggie. “So,” Ranger began, “we’ve been talking a lot about it, and we’d like you and Garron to be the girls’ legal guardians if something should happen to us.”
Sonny was extremely touched by the offer, but he was a realist when it came to caring for the next generation of Goods. “Thank you for believing that Garron and I could do it, but I think Rawley and Jeb would be a better choice. Not only has Rawley done a pretty damn good job of keeping our family together, but I’m still iffy in the health department.”
“Don’t say that,” Ranger said, trying to cut Sonny off.
Sonny leaned down and blew a raspberry on Reggie’s stomach before reaching for a clean diaper. “I don’t plan on getting sick again, but it’s a possibility, and I think we all know it.”
Ranger remained silent as he finished changing Ruby’s diaper. “You’re as healthy as a horse.”
“Yep, for now,” Sonny added. “But I’m learning to face the future head-on, and I promise if it does come back, I won’t run from it again.” He stopped talking so he could plug his nose and breathe out of his mouth as he wiped the infant. “Whew, little girl, how can anything so small stink so much?”
Ranger stood and retrieved two clean sleepers. He handed the lavender one to Sonny and kept the pink one for Ruby. It was obvious to Sonny that his baby brother still wasn’t comfortable with talk of the scar tissue returning, but that was the reality of the situation. Sonny decided to take it easy on Ranger and change the subject. “I got my driver’s license reinstated today.”
Ranger snapped Ruby into her pajamas before picking her up into his arms. “That’s great. I’m happy for you.”
Sonny wasn’t as fast as Ranger but he eventually got Reggie’s sleeper on. “I promised Garron I’d keep to the ranch and the back roads for another couple of months, but if I can pass the six month mark without a seizure, I’ll feel confident enough to go into town again.”
It had been a complete change in attitude for him. Before his surgery, Sonny had been so angry about the suspension of his driver’s license that he hadn’t given the repercussions of hurting someone as much thought as he should have.
“Does that mean you’re not going to drive your Polaris anymore?” Ranger asked.
“Hell no. Don’t even try to get your hands on that bad boy. I love that thing.” Sonny got to his feet with Reggie still in his arms. He bounced the chubby, dark-haired girl as he stood beside the door. “Ready?”
“Actually, I was getting the girls ready for bed,” Ranger told him.
“Too bad, because I’m not ready to give her up yet, and Garron will be pissed if he doesn’t get his cuddle time.”
“With you or the twins?” Ranger asked, carrying Ruby down the hall.
“He gets plenty of cuddle time with me, but for some reason over the last three months, he feels the need to snuggle a female on occasion.”
* * * *
Fresh from the shower, Garron walked into the bedroom to find Sonny propped against the headboard. He was poring over the photo album Jeb had given them earlier in the evening. “Any good ones?”
Sonny glanced up. “Don’t tell him I said this, but Jeb’s not as good as the photographer we used for the first wedding. However, I love these pictures more because I remember them being taken.”
Garron ran a brush through his hair and climbed under the covers. “Rawley was thrilled when Lilly asked him and Jeb to take care of the girls if something happens to them.”
“Yeah, I don’t think you could’ve wiped that smile off Rawley’s face with a two by four.”
Garron scooted closer to Sonny and rolled onto his side. “They asked you first, didn’t they?”
“What makes you think that?” Sonny took his eyes off the album and glanced at Garron.
“Because I saw it in Ranger’s face when Lilly asked Rawley the question.” Garron propped his head up on his palm. “So, why’d you say no?”
“I think it’s pretty obvious, don’t you?” Sonny went back to the photos. “Did you see this one?”
Garron looked at the picture. It had been taken while they’d still been setting up. In the foreground was the profile of Garron adding twinkle lights to the fireplace mantle, but in the background was Ryan and Rio playing grab ass. “That’s priceless. You’ll have to get a reprint of that one and send it to them.”
“Good idea.”
“Are you going to answer my question?” Garron pushed.
“I did.”
“No you didn’t. You used your health as an excuse, but we both know you’re doing better than ever. You also know that no one’s health is a guarantee.”
Sonny shrugged. “Rawley needed it.”
“Thank you,” Garron said.
“For what?”
“Answering my question.” He reached over and turned the pages of the album until he got to his favorite section. “I’m glad he printed all of these.”
Sonny stared at the photographs of the kiss they’d shared after their vows. “You’re sexy in these.”
“No sexier than you are.” Garron especially liked the ones where he could see his tongue delving into Sonny’s mouth.
“Look at this.” Sonny pointed to the front of Garron’s jeans in one of the pictures. “You’re hard.”
“Of course I am. Do you not see that stud in my arms?” Garron took the album out of Sonny’s hands and carefully set it on the bedside table. He grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some onto his cock. “Wanna try and recreate those pictures? This time we don’t have a bunch of jokers behind us catcalling.”
“Mmmm, that sounds nice.” Sonny spread his thighs when Garron rolled on top of him.
Garron guided his cock to Sonny’s hole and thrust inside. “I, Garron Greeley, take you, Rutger Good…”
Also available from Pride Publishing:
Cattle Valley: All Play & No Work
Carol Lynne
Excerpt
Chapter One
Nate Gills looked out the passenger window at the Rocky Mountains. It was beautiful country, but he was ready to get the hell out of this truck. It seemed like he hadn’t really had a home since he left Chicago to help his friends, the Good brothers in Nebraska.
He looked over at the hunk of a man driving. Rio was like a wet dream, the best bits from all his fantasy men rolled into one. At least he now had a family. Rio and their other partner Ryan meant the world t
o Nate. They may have only been together for a month, but damn, what a month.
Thinking of Ryan had him depressed again. He sighed and crossed his arms, putting his expensive Italian loafers on the dash. Feeling Rio’s hand cup his cheek he turned his head.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Rio asked, trying to keep one eye on the winding mountain road.
“I’m tired of this damn truck and I miss Ryan.” Nate automatically nuzzled against Rio’s hand.
“About two more hours and we’ll take care of both of those problems. We’ll kidnap Ryan away from the Sheriff’s office if we have to.”
Nate turned his head and kissed Rio’s palm. “I think that sounds like a good plan.” Ryan had left the small Texas town they’d been living in nearly two weeks earlier to take a job in Cattle Valley, Wyoming. Seemed the town needed a new Sheriff and they were looking for a bad ass with law enforcement training. Ryan fit their description to a T. Nate didn’t think he’d ever seen a man who looked more like a rebel than Ryan.
With the shining, long black hair of his Native American ancestors, Ryan exuded confidence and sexuality. The town of Cattle Valley had been experiencing a few problems with protestors coming in and threatening its residents. The mayor wanted someone tough. Since Ryan looked more like a heavily tattooed biker than a Sheriff, he was perfect. Nate was just worried about what he would find. He and Rio hadn’t yet seen Cattle Valley and Nate was born and raised in Chicago. It wasn’t like he was snooty or anything, heck he’d loved Sommerville, the small Nebraska town where’d he’d met Rio and Ryan. Nate and Rio had been hired to investigate a scumbag in Sommerville who’d shot a good friend’s partner. If you booted out the few assholes in that town, it would have been kick ass fun. But Cattle Valley…
At least from what he and Rio had been told, there were more gays that lived there than straight people. What would that be like? The town had been founded by a man whose son was murdered for being gay. Having no other heirs, the man had donated one of the biggest parcels of privately owned land in Wyoming. His entire financial portfolio had founded the town of Cattle Valley. Seemed the guy wanted a place where gay people could live without fear or prejudice. It was all fine and dandy with Nate as long as the town had a decent coffee shop and a good restaurant.
