Page 57 of Wistful in Wyoming
One week later...
Dale winced slightlyas he pulled his shirt off. He was finally able to get around without too much discomfort, thanks in part to Jeremiah’s hovering and careful nursing. Patricia had also insisted on doing her part to look after him as he’d healed, until she and John had returned to Arizona two days ago. Dale had gotten to know Jeremiah’s parents well over their visit, and more than once, they’d told him to consider himself part of their family. He’d been more than happy to accept. With his own parents gone for at least fifteen years, and no siblings, being mothered and included in family conversations and decisions felt foreign, but he could easily get used to it with the Urbans. He felt like he belonged in a way that he wasn’t sure he ever had before, even in his own family.
Yesterday, Dale had convinced Jeremiah to let him ride along on one of the ranch’s ATVs and be his official gate opener while they’d checked the fence line. There’d been one stipulation though. Dale had only been allowed to ride on the back of his cowboy’s four-wheeler, which he really hadn’t minded since that meant his groin had been nestled against the man’s fine ass for the duration.
After a long day in the fresh air, he’d slept like the dead and woken this morning feeling almost like his old self. He’d waited until Jeremiah had left the house to start the workday before driving himself over to Skyview and checking on the alpacas. Nathan, Willow, and Shane had everything well in hand.
He’d hung around, catching up on some paperwork and supply orders. It was boring, but he had to do something to feel useful. It was rare for him to take any time off from his job, and he was itching to be back in the thick of things.
He’d eaten lunch with Willow and Shannon, enjoying the time with them, before leaving for a follow-up appointment with his doctor. Fortunately, he was able to see the man at the clinic in town and not have to travel to Butterfield. He’d walked out of the office, free of stitches and cleared for increased activity. While he still wasn’t allowed to lift much of anything for another week or so, he’d been encouraged to move around as much as he could tolerate.
His brain had immediately flashed to Jeremiah and the memory of them in bed together. They’d only made love that one time before all this shit had gone down, and Dale was more than anxious for a repeat. The trouble would be convincing his boyfriend he was well enough for ...extra-sexy-curricularactivities.
He glanced at the clock one more time, grinning at himself before dropping his pants and striding naked into the bathroom. If Jeremiah followed the same routine as he’d done all week, he’d be walking into the bedroom by the time Dale was getting out of the shower.
Quickly cleaning himself, he paid extra attention to his dick, balls, and hole. If there was even a smidgen of a chance that Jay would do a repeat of that fantastic rim job he’d given Dale last time, he wanted to be prepared.
As he turned off the shower, he heard the bedroom door open then shut again. Grinning, he did a half-assed job drying himself off before wrapping the towel low around his hips. Glancing down at himself, he shrugged and changed his mind. He dropped the towel.
“Babe?” Jeremiah called out.
Dale replied by opening the bathroom door. He stood in the doorway, gripping the jamb above his head while his other hand stroked his cock slowly.
“Dale?” Jeremiah asked, his face flushing pink and his breath coming faster as he trailed his gaze from Dale’s head to his toes and back up, stopping where his hand was working himself to full hardness.
“Yes, Jay?”
Jeremiah swallowed thickly, his throat bobbing. “Wh-what are you doing?” he rasped.
“Well, what I’m doing is hopingyoucould dome.” Smirking, Dale stalked into the bedroom, advancing on his lover. “After all, you did say it was my turn to bottom next, right?”
“Um, yes, I-I did say that, did-didn’t I?” Jeremiah stuttered, his eyes glued to Dale’s now hard and leaking cock. “But, uh, are you sure you’re, you know, up for that?”
“Oh, I’m definitelyupfor that.” Winking, he reached down, tugging on his balls, making himself groan. “I need you baby. It’s been two weeks since we’ve had sex.”
“I’m not fucking you.” Clearly distracted, Jeremiah fumbled to unbutton his shirt before cursing and ripping both it and his undershirt up and over his head. Dale licked his lips, wanting nothing more than to taste all the peaches and cream skin Jeremiah was revealing.
“Huh? Why not?”
“Because I don’t think I can be gentle, and you’re not healed enough for that. But they’re other things we can do.” Jeremiah unbuckled his belt, unfastened his jeans, and tugged them down his legs, before kicking them aside, leaving himself standing in his just his skin-tight, black boxer briefs that cupped and outlined every solid inch of his impressive erection.
“Yeah? What’s that?” Dale managed to force the words from his throat—Jeremiah literally took his breath away—although his words were croaked like when he’d gone through puberty a lifetime ago.
“Get on the bed, Marine, and you’ll see, as soon as I’m done taking a quick shower to wash this stink off.”
While his cowboy took one of the fastet showers ever, Dale did as ordered and waited impatiently in the middle of what was nowtheirbed. He loved the bossy side of Jeremiah that emerged when they were behind closed doors and he forgot his worries, focusing only on them and the pleasure they brought one another. His voice even sounded different, deeper and more commanding, whenever he took control.
Appearing in the doorway of the bathroom, Jeremiah briskly ran a towel over his body, then tossed it on the floor behind him. Dale didn’t think he could get any harder than he already was, but when Jeremiah opened the top dresser drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube and the wooden dildo he’d carved, Dale’s cock proved him wrong.
Pinning Dale with an intense stare, Jeremiah swaggered toward him, smirking. He stopped at the foot of the bed and leaned into Dale’s personal space without touching him. Dale practically whimpered when Jeremiah said, “I’m going to fuck you with this.” He held up the dildo and wagged it. “That way, I won’t risk hurting you. After I make you come all over yourself, maybe I’ll let you suck me off.”
“Oh fuck.” Dale moaned, then fell back onto the bed, planting his feet and spreading his legs in a blatant invitation. Eager and excited.
With his still dripping hair clinging to his head, Jeremiah climbed onto the bed and knelt between Dale’s legs, setting both the toy and lube aside. “First, give me that mouth.” Leaning over Dale, he was careful to keep his weight off him and took his mouth in a blistering kiss. Jeremiah must’ve brushed his teeth too because he tasted minty-fresh. Their tongues dueled, as each man stole the other’s breath. Dale gripped Jeremiah’s head, tugging on his wet hair and kissing him back desperately. Groaning at the deliciousness of his sexy cowboy, Dale tried to urge the other man’s body down onto his, but Jeremiah wasn’t having it.
Pulling his face back, Jeremiah shook his head. “No. I won’t hurt you.”
“But—”
