Page 18 of Unbar the Barred
“Fuck no,” Trey exclaimed quickly, bringing Cassidy back in for another kiss. Now he had the taste of him, he found it hard to stop kissing him. “You are the best thing to ever happen to me.”
Cassidy sighed against Trey’s mouth. “Same goes.” The kiss was a gentle coaxing of lips against each other. The dreamy quality of it left Trey’s heart aching and his body responding once more. Cassidy chuckled and his ass clenched around thehardening shaft. “It looks like we have a growin’ problem you could use some help with.”
“Seems we do.” He rolled his hips. “Know anyone that could help a cowboy out?”
The gleam in Cassidy’s eyes set Trey’s heart rate to kick up its heels and head for higher ground. He nuzzled his way up to Trey’s ear. “I believe I do.”
Cassidy’s ass squeezed as he adjusted his legs, hooking his ankles over Trey’s ass to keep them around his hips, making it hard to contain the low moan of approval. Trey slid his hands under Cassidy’s plump ass, bringing him closer, keeping his attention on the flushed man, who looked sexy as fuck. This side of Cassidy was most definitely worth exploring. “And who would that be?”
Cassidy gave him a fucking irresistible, playful look. “Your mate,” he whispered, right as he claimed Trey’s mouth.
What more could he say, when actions were so much more fitting?
Chapter Ten
Cassidy
Talking was mostly a lost cause because every time Trey got within three feet of Cassidy, there was no way to keep his hands off and his clothes on. The day before, Trey had stayed up on the ranch in Cassidy’s cabin. Cassidy had cooked them a meal after the three hot sweaty bouts of mind blowing sex. He could almost believe he was coming into his heat with how he was behaving.
When he’d cooked, had they talked then? Absolutely impossible when Trey had his hands wrapped around Cassidy’s dick the whole time, encouraging him to work faster. Had they talked when they were eating? Another nonstarter when they had eaten in bed, and mostly off each other’s bodies.
Cassidy’s ass was aching, and he worried that there might be something wrong with him. When he’d woken Trey to kiss him before heading out this morning—after showering—to get on with his daily routine, he had none of his usual enthusiasm for his work.
Could a mating change a personality?
“What’s with the long face?” Ethan leaned against the fence around the paddock Cassidy was working in, resting his forearms on the top, looking at him.
A black jacket hung open over a gray T-shirt, and Ethan’s Stetson was the same color as his jacket. It shielded his eyes, but Cassidy picked up his unease all the same.
“Do you think mating changes who you are?” he asked, voicing what was on his mind, knowing Ethan wouldn’t take offense that he hadn’t answered his question. They had worked together for seven years, and Ethan was someone the ranch hands could talk to, regardless of him being the boss.
Dark brows arched as Ethan pushed back his Stetson to scratch at the side of his head. “I heard there was a ruckus in the bunkhouse yesterday. So it’s true then, you an’ Trey are mates?” There was nothing about his stance that suggested it could be a problem.
Yet…
Cassidy dusted off his hands and grabbed a rag from his back pocket to rub the sweat off his face. Today he wore a backward baseball cap to hold back his bangs. Tucking the rag back into his pocket, he grabbed his water canteen to take a drink, thinking about what Ethan could have heard. “Sorry ‘bout that.”
“Nothin’ happened, did it?”
Cassidy shook his head. “Nah, not the way you mean.”
A palomino stallion on the other side of the paddock took notice of them. Anywhere Ethan was, if there were horses nearby they would trot over.
“What way is that?” Ethan asked, digging a hand into the bag Cassidy had on the fence holding apples and carrots. He held up a carrot, his gaze remaining on Cassidy.
“Trey was upset with me.” Even as he said it, Cassidy remained disconcerted at how he had hurt Trey’s feelings. It was not in his nature to be careless like that.
A loud whinny was accompanied by the thump of hooves as Hero came to a stop and nipped the carrot out of Ethan’s hand more delicately than one would expect. “There’s my boy.”
Ethan’s voice held all the affection he had for the animal when he reached up and stroked the shining mane. The horse’s head flicked towards the hand nibbling him.
“What did you do?”
Ethan’s question made Cassidy refocus. “I left without kissin’ him or leavin’ a note.”
A deep bassy laugh got Hero’s head bobbing and his tail flicking. Ethan divided his attention between the horse and Cassidy. “I never had Trey down as… the clingy kind.”
Cassidy’s brow furrowed, not liking how Ethan said the word ‘clingy’. “He’s my mate.”
