Page 40 of Lasso Lovebirds

Sky grinned as I settled down next to them, and reached out to cup my face.

I drew them in for a kiss. It was sweet at first, gentle and timid. They let out a soft hum, their tongue swiping over mine before they released a heavy sigh.

“You okay?” I checked in.

“Oh yes. Just never thought there'd be a day where I ended up in the back of a truck with a cowboy while stargazing.”

I chuckled, leaning back and stretching out. I put the bag to the side, and they raised a brow, nodding their head toward it.

“What's in there?”

“Well . . . I brought some items in case we have sex. But just in case. There’s no pressure, of course.”

“Oh.” Their head tossed back on a laugh. “Beau, you know how bad I want you, right? We don’t need to dance around wanting each other.”

Oh.Good thing it was dark outside, because they probably couldn't see me blush so hard I was certain my face was the color of a ripe tomato. I laid my hands beneath my head, turning my attention to the vast skies above us. They settled down next to me, their head resting on my arm as they looked up.

“Amazing,” they whispered. “I love it out here.”

I smiled as I took in the views. It’d been a long time since I’d taken a few moments to appreciate the world around me in this way. The galaxies above us swirled in a vast sparkling tapestry, reminding me of how small we were in the universe.

And how damn lucky I was.

This far out, we didn’t have the light pollution many cities and towns had. We didn’t have anything obscuring the view. Itwas just land and night and humans and animals and everything between.

It was just me and Sky.

“I see the Big Dipper,” they murmured.

“Show me.”

They pointed, guiding my gaze to the cluster.

“So it is,” I said, spotting the famous ladle.

“And then there’s Canes Venatici, right under the Big Dipper handle . . .” They moved their hand, pointing out another group.

“You know a lot about stars.”

“I know a lot about useless things,” they chuckled. “But I don’t know. Maybe it’s in my name, but I’ve always liked looking up.”

I reached up, slowly curling my hand around theirs. “I don’t think anything you know is useless.”

Their fingers intertwined with mine. I brought them down to my lips, gently pressing a kiss on top of their knuckles and noting there were a couple scratches.

“What happened here?” I asked curiously.

“Oh, it’s from working in the garden,” they said. They rolled over, resting their arms and head on my chest as they looked at me. “Maybe I’ll eventually have rough hands like you, cowboy.”

I smirked. “Maybe. If you stick around, you sure will.”

Their grin softened. “We’ll see. I like the idea of it. It’s hard to want to leave when everything feels so nice here.”

“You’re always welcome,” I whispered. “Always.”

“Thank you. I want to know . . . about your kinks. Or whatever you’re into. What you want.”

“Well,” I blew out a long breath. “I should make a laundry list of them, huh?”

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