Page 25 of Guarding His Home
Brendan rolled his eyes. “You saw my life—or the one I had. It left me with an ex-wife whose family is a pile of crap.”
“That same life brought you Jameson, and it was because of your ex-wife’s family that the lines of our lives crossed.”
Brendan looked into Lucas’s eyes. “Yes, I know that. But what happens when it all ends? Because everything does. It certainly did with Jenn and….”
Lucas kissed him again, and Brendan almost forgot his train of thought. Lucas tasted like musky, rich heaven, and it was enough to send his mind spinning. “You need to stop worrying about the end of things. This is the beginning, and we don’t need to worry about the end.” He kissed him, and this time, he tugged Brendan down onto the bed, rolling them until Lucas had him tight in his arms. “Just live for today. Don’t worry about the rest.”
Brendan wanted that more than anything, especially if it came with the way Lucas held him. He wanted this so badly. If he were honest, he had dreamed about this since the first day he saw Lucas in Greg’s office. But he didn’t dare hope… and now… Jesus! Lucas snapped open his pants and slid them down his legs.
“Maybe if I had thought about something like this, I would have worn better underwear.” He meant it to be serious, but Lucas chuckled.
“Sweetheart, they aren’t going to be on you long enough for you to worry.” Lucas’s voice was so rumbly and hot that Brendanquivered with excitement. And Lucas was as good as his word, stripping off the last of their clothes. He was smooth and so powerful. Brendan liked that. In most areas of his life, he was the one in charge, the one who had to make all the decisions and watch after Jameson. He was the strong one, the one who had to stay calm in a crisis. But here, that was Lucas, and Brendan was more than fine with that. He loved how Lucas kissed him and touched him, warm hands sliding over his hips and thighs. Lucas seemed like the kind of guy who took his time, and that drove Brendan wild with need because each touch made him want more. It was like Lucas was a drug, and he couldn’t get enough.
“Damn, what you do to me,” Brendan whispered.
“Good. I hope I keep doing it to you.” He smiled as he looked deeply into Brendan’s eyes. God, it was like Lucas could see into his soul and read his mind. It was almost frightening, but he refused to worry about it. Lucas has shown him gentleness and kindness. So maybe opening up to him wasn’t such a bad thing.
“Okay.” He almost chuckled, but stopped himself. He didn’t want to kill the mood, but Lucas made his mind sort of skip around… a lot. Maybe it was good that he couldn’t concentrate on anything or anyone but Lucas at the moment.
“No. You deserve some attention. You care for everything else on this farm, so it’s time that someone looks after you.”
“And I take it that you are applying for the job?”
Lucas stilled. “So this is a job, is it? Does that make this sexual harassment?”
Brendan growled. “No. It makes this an interview. So, I suggest you put your best foot forward, and show me what you got.”
“I see,” Lucas said. “Then I better get to the task at hand.” He slid down Brendan’s body, blazing a trail with his lips that took Brendan’s breath away. Soon, all he could manage was ahalf-strangled cry as Lucas slid his lips over his length and took him to the root.
The air rushed from his lungs, and Brendan could only lie on the bed, his mouth open, as Lucas did things to him he had only dreamed about. Somehow, he managed to pull oxygen into his lungs before he blacked out. By then, Lucas had taken him once more, and his eyes crossed in sheer blissful wonder. “Lucas…,” he whimpered.
“Say that again,” Lucas said after pulling away. “I love the sound.”
“Lucas,” he said softly, and drew Lucas up into a sloppy kiss that set his heart on fire. “I’ll say it a million times if you keep doing that.”
“Oh, sweetheart. I intend to do just that and a hell of a lot more.” Lucas’s eyes danced for a few seconds and then he kissed him again before returning to what he’d been doing, taking Brendan’s breath away.
Through theopen window, Brendan heard the first drops of rain as they fell to earth. Lucas was sound asleep next to him. He slipped out of bed and dressed quickly before going downstairs. Brendan’s muscles ached in all the best ways, and he smiled to himself as he tugged his shirt on over his head. He pulled on boots and a jacket in the back mud room before going out to the barn. Everything was quiet, and almost twenty heads peered out of their stalls to see who had disturbed them at this ridiculous time of the morning.
He went right down to the last stall and peered in. Princess lay on her side, and two hooves had already appeared. Jameson was going to be disappointed that he missed the birth, but Brendan figured she’d give birth in the middle of the night. It always seemed to happen that way. She breathed deeply, andBrendan could see the contractions as they moved through her abdomen.
“What are you doing…?” Lucas asked. Brendan put his finger to his lips and motioned him over. He stood still, and Lucas joined him quietly. “You have to be kidding me.” He shook his head and leaned slightly against Lucas. “How long does it take?”
“Not long from here. See, the head is making an appearance, and right after that….” The foal’s head came out, and just after that, the rest of the body slipped out. The entire process took no more than ten minutes. Brendan entered the stall and used straw to clean the foal and make sure it was breathing properly. Princess was already turning, and Brendan backed away, preferring to let nature take its course as much as possible.
Thankful that he had brought his phone, he took a picture of the foal as he took his first steps and began nursing. He sent them to Jayanne and her mother to announce the birth.
“You know that Jameson is going to be sad he missed it.”
“Yeah, I know.” He watched mother and son for a while, his head resting against Lucas’s shoulder. “I love this part of my job.”
“Have you had to intervene before?”
“Yeah. A few times. The veterinarian is just a mile or so up the road. Mitchell is amazing. Two years ago, he and I pulled a foal together. He got the front hooves in the right place, and we helped along the birth. Mostly, that sort of things is for the movies and television.”
“Can we go back to bed?” Lucas asked.
“No. There’s still the last part of the process, and once Princess expels the placenta, I’ll take care of it.” Then it would be over.
