Page 34 of Wilder Heart

Cash scowled at him. “Don’t argue with me.”

“You’re not the boss of me here,” Wilder shot back, smiling.

Cash softened immediately. “No, definitely not. I don’t want to be the foreman here, and I don’t want you to be one of my hands. I just want to beus.”

“Why?” Wilder rasped. “Why me? You could have anyone.”

“I told you. I think you’re amazing. I think you have a good heart. I think you’re loyal to the people that matter to you. If you don’t believe me, look at Blaze. Horses have a good sense for people. He wouldn’t trust you if you were unworthy.”

Wilder opened his mouth to argue, but Cash cut him off with another searing kiss that curled his toes and sent his thoughts scattering like leaves in the wind. He’d never been kissed like this, like Cash needed him more than air. It was a sentiment he shared, as he canted his head to one side and opened his mouth to tangle their tongues together. Cash raised up, plundering Wilder’s mouth and using a knee to urge his legs apart. Cash’s weight settled between his legs, and all the breath rushed from Wilder’s lungs as their bodies lined up from chest to groin.

He was frighteningly vulnerable like this with Cash’s substantial weight pressing down on him and his body open and unprotected. He would never have allowed someone on top of him like this in prison—the risks weren’t worth whatever momentary pleasure he might’ve gotten out of it. Hyper-vigilance was key to survival behind bars. He could never have relaxed while pinned by another man like this. He’d dallied in furtive touches, but he’d never let himself get close, not for a moment.

When Cash rocked his hips, grinding their bulges together, Wilder’s head fell back against his arm with a gasp.

“This okay?” Cash asked gruffly, doing it again.

“God yeah,” Wilder said, licking into Cash’s mouth. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”

“I won’t.”

Pleasure coiled in Wilder’s gut as Cash moved in a slow, sinuous rhythm, swallowing Wilder’s moans with slick, hungry kisses. It was the best fucking thing Wilder had ever felt, and they still had their clothes on. He’d never been this frantic for another human being before, that the simple act of thrusting against each other was enough to send the heat building under his skin. His thighs flexed, arching up against Cash for deeper, harder thrusts, more friction,something.

“Cash, please,” he whined.

“Tell me.” Cash’s voice was breathless, his body taut with need.

“Take—take these off. Let me feel you.” He plucked at the waistband of Cash’s jeans, and Cash groaned, like the prospect of moving away long enough to shuck their jeans was too much to bear.

Laughing, Wilder slipped his hands between their bodies, grabbing Cash’s belt buckle and tugging. “How in the hell does this thing come off?”

Chuckling against the skin of Wilder’s neck, Cash’s hand joined Wilder’s and deftly removed his belt buckle with a quiet jangle. Electricity buzzed under Wilder’s skin as Cash worked his way down his body, rucking his shirt up under his arms and kissing his chest, sucking a beaded nipple into his mouth as he loosened Wilder’s belt and fly and tugged them down urgently, freeing his length to the cool night air. It would be cold without the warm blanket of Cash’s body against his.

“I’m clean, just so you know,” Cash said. “I get tested any time I sleep with someone, and the last one was a few months before you arrived.”

“That is—very good to know,” Wilder said. “I’m clean, too. They tested us in prison every so often, and the last one was right before I got out.”

“Oh, good,” Cash said lightly. He sucked a red mark into Wilder’s hip, then kissed his way over and licked a long, wet stripe up Wilder’s cock.

Cash took Wilder into his mouth like he intended to savor him, humming under his breath as he sucked him deeper and deeper. Wilder gasped, his fingers twisting in the blanket below him as Cash’s head bobbed. He stared up at the stars as pleasure filled every nerve ending, lighting him up like a beacon and burning away every dark corner. He felt exposed, flayed open under Cash’s expert touch. His eyes beaded with tears, and he was grateful for the cloaking darkness that surrounded them, too afraid of what might happen if Cash were to notice.

No one had ever taken this kind of care with him. Cash’s hands explored his body, moving up and down his thighs, over his hips and stomach to his ribs and chest, like he was greedy for every inch of skin he could find. He was so unaccustomed to this overwhelming kind of touch, he knew he wouldn’t last.

His body wound tight, and he uttered some strangled sound that was meant to be a warning as his pleasure reached its crest.Cash moaned around his length as he swallowed his seed, Wilder writhing in an attempt not to thrust up into the heat of his mouth.

He shuddered as Cash kissed his way up his body to his lips, kissing him sweetly. Cash’s hand brushed Wilder’s abdomen, and he realized he’d taken himself in hand. Wilder reached down, batting Cash’s hand away and taking over, wanting to feel the way it jerked when he came.

It didn’t take long. Cash kissed him sloppily, all tongues and lips and slick, wet heat, and when he spilled over Wilder’s fingers, his groan rumbled low out of his throat, pressing his tongue deep inside, like he wanted to fuse them together as much as possible. As their bodies cooled, the kisses slowed, turning gentler and sweeter. Wilder had never felt so adored by another person.

Cash parted from him with a cheeky smile and then whipped a handkerchief from his back pocket. He wiped the smears of his cum from Wilder’s stomach with it, and Wilder laughed.

“Not what you were expecting to use that for, I imagine,” he murmured.

“Nope.” He tossed it to the side and laid down beside him. “But no complaints.”

They both tucked themselves back inside their jeans—it was too cold to leave anything hanging out—and Cash unceremoniously dragged Wilder over and wrapped him in his arms. Wilder thought about protesting, as he’d never been one for post-coital cuddling, but his halfhearted protest died on his tongue when Cash’s warmth seeped into his bones. Maybe cuddling wasn’t so bad.

This would probably need to be addressed at some point. What did Cash think this was, and what consequences would follow if Lain found out? Wilder doubted Lain would be okay with his foreman sleeping with the employees—and hisbrother,at that. It might not be safe for them to do this again, but Wilder wasn’t unfamiliar with the ephemeral nature of happiness. He’d make do.

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