Page 103 of The Cowboy's Bullfighter
“Good. Know why? It’s just us. No kids. No parents. No Kase to call and ask if the kids can go somewhere. Just you andme and the bed.” Brooks got him down to his nothings, then kissed him like there was no tomorrow.
He let himself melt into it, his hands filled with the fine body that had come to rest atop him, making promises he needed Brooks to keep.
Brooks was so hard a cat couldn’t scratch him, and his own prick was letting him know he was willing and able, heated drops forming at the slit. Hell, it was a beautiful thing when they spread out on the bed, the sun shining through the window. It felt decadent as anything, and when Brooks touched his dick, he had to clench his ass and curl his toes to keep it from ending too soon.
“I’m on a hair trigger.”
Brooks nodded. “I hear you. I haven’t jacked off in a week. Wanted to be with you.” His lover’s cheeks went bright red. “I know that’s prob’ly dumb as fuck, but it’s so true.”
“I hear you. I’ve been thinking heavy-duty thoughts about you too.”
“I love how freaking strong you are, Coop.” Brooks stroked his abs, which had taken a beating, but he was getting them back into shape. Brooks lingered over his scars, his admiration plain. He’d pretty much gotten over the guilt, Coop thought, with lots of urging from him.
“Show me how much. I want to feel like the sexiest bastard alive.”
“I can do that.” Brooks leaned over and grabbed the lube. “Can I make love to you, cowboy?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
“Well, I’m right here.”
“Come on then.” He wrapped around Brooks, and he knew they were ready to go. Brooks was damn prepared. There was even a clean-up towel on the nightstand.
“How do you want to do this, cowboy?” he asked. He washard, aching, and ready for Brooks to give him what he’d asked for.
“Hmmm. I think this time it will be easiest with you on your back facing me, baby.” Brooks stroked his belly. “I know you’re all clear, but no sense making things strain.”
He laughed, raising his knees. “Well, lube me up then, huh?”
Brooks laughed, but nodded and grabbed the lube, popping the top. No waiting. They were both ready.
“You’re the finest son of a bitch on earth, you know that, right?” He eased his legs up and open, begging for that touch.
“So hot.” Brooks got his fingers coated, then set about opening him up. And he’d held and sucked that cock. Coop knew he would need to be open. “Jesus, sweetheart, you’re so tight. Gripping my fingers.”
He squeezed Brooks’s fingers, and they both moaned, Brooks’s lips dropping open.
“You like that, huh?”
“Of course I do. I immediately know how that will feel on my cock.” Brooks laughed, but the sound was breathless as hell. “Why aren’t we doing this daily?”
“You went to Australia. I got kicked by a horse. It was a whole thing. I’ll sum it up for you later, okay?”
“Oh, right.” Brooks slid his fingers free and pressed his cock to Coop’s hole. “Let’s do the interpretative dance part first.”
“Mmhmm. I’ll sing.” He bore down, his entire body tightening as that heavy cock breached him, stretched him.
“Oh, I want to hear that.” Brooks moved, a sharp jerk of his hips, his eyes wide. “Fuck, Coop. So damn good.”
“Uh-huh. So good.” He nodded and swallowed, his toes curling as he forced himself to stay still, to let Brooks drive.
“Damn.” Brooks pulled back, then pushed forward, and they were cooking with gas all of a sudden, their bodiesmoving faster with each thrust. They were driving full bore, and he knew soon it would explode on them, but they had a couple of days to do it all over again.
And again.
Brooks’s gaze on his body made him feel like he was a million feet tall, like he was magical and right. So Coop worked it, squeezing down with his muscle and petting Brooks wherever he could reach.
In return, Brooks kissed him all over, his lips burning and soft, his cock smoking hot and hard as hell.
