Rough in Wranglers, page 7
Korde’s tongue slid along the bottom of his thumb, caressing him. His whole body tingled, coming alive with the simple touch.
“No more hiding, Korde.” He reached out with his other hand and stroked Korde’s nipple, loving how it hardened right up for him.
Those little bits of flesh were fucking wonderful. Sensitive, tender, pink. It was fucking heady. He wanted more, so he tugged the T-shirt off.
Korde moaned, staring at him while a wet spot formed on the man’s shorts. Josh could relate. His jeans were too damned tight.
“You need to come home with me, baby. I’m not gonna do this in your sister’s place.”
“Now? I’m… I can’t get my jeans on like this.”
“Well, I can take care of that. Come here.” He backed up a step, needing Korde to come to him.
Korde followed, stumbling forward, eyes focused on him.
Yes. Josh resisted the urge to pump a fist in the air. Instead, he pulled Korde to him and stuck his hand down Korde’s shorts. That pretty cock was rock-hard and heavy, hungry for his touch.
He’d give Korde some relief, then hit the road.
He wrapped his fingers around Korde’s prick, pulling hard and steady. He leaned in, muttering softly. “Come on, baby. Come for me so I can take you home and fuck your fine ass.”
“Oh God.” Korde leaned against him, lips searching for his.
That was right. Just like that. Good man.
He put his free hand behind Korde’s head to pull him closer to take that kiss they both needed. Korde fed him a wild cry, the sound near broken. Yeah, someone had been denying himself and paying for it.
Enough of that bullshit.
Korde deserved to feel, to be who the fuck he wanted to be. He needed to enjoy his damned life, to have orgasms on demand if he wanted.
Josh stroked hard, giving that need some heavy friction.
It took about five strokes before Korde was painting his wrist with seed. Good man.
“Oh, better. Right, baby? You feel good, huh?”
“Uh-huh. Good. Right.” Mmm. Fuck-stunned.
Josh laughed and took a kiss, hard and deep. “Jeans, baby. So we can go get really busy.”
“Jeans.”
“Jeans, a toothbrush, your phone charger, huh?”
“Yeah? Okay. Sure.”
“Hey.” He took Korde’s shoulders in his hands. “You want this, yeah? I don’t want you to think you have to.” It would kill him if Korde turned him down.
“I want this. I want you.”
“Thank God.” He took one more kiss before pushing Korde gently toward the couch. “Get your stuff.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I can do that. I didn’t mean to disappear. I didn’t… I didn’t know what to do.”
“Well, I can help with that.” Hell, even if he and Korde didn’t become a thing, he thought the man deserved to know pleasure was good, not freakish or dirty.
“I think I’d like that.”
“Let’s go get sticky, then. I got some pecan pie to share.”
“You seducing me with nuts, man?”
“Is it working?” He did like Korde’s sense of humor.
Those pretty blue eyes met his, and he got a grin. “Yeah. Yeah, looks like it is.”
“I like it.” He liked everything about this guy, and he couldn’t wait to see where it went next.
KORDE FOLLOWED Josh in his truck; he had a bag with jeans and T-shirts, plus his pressed shirts hanging in the back.
He was going to get himself fucked.
On purpose.
For real.
He jittered, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. This was like admitting shit. Not just knowing it but saying it out loud. Screaming it, even.
“I’m queer, and I like when Josh the Kolache Guy tears me up.”
He glanced into the rearview mirror and laughed a little. Okay, that sounded stupid, but it was true.
He pulled in on the other side of Josh, and he sat there a minute. Staring.
Josh turned toward him when Josh got out of his vehicle, waiting. The man had come to him, looked for him. There was no fucking way he was going to sit here like a bump on a log.
He hopped out and grabbed his bag. At least he knew the house. Hell, he needed to do tile.
“Come in, baby. I’m aching for you.”
His cheeks flamed, but the words made him jerk, made him walk fast to get to Josh’s door.
The door opened, and then they were inside, staring, his bag swinging from his fingers, Frick and Frack raising a ruckus.
“Y’all get. He’s busy.” Josh moved close, waving the dogs back, taking his bag and dropping it on the floor. “Come kiss me.”
“You got it.” He stepped right up and took the bull by the horns, so to speak.
Josh held him, hands on his hips. Those lips met his, Josh pushing his mouth open to taste inside. They didn’t play around, didn’t tease. This was storming the beaches. Tugging at his T-shirt, Josh started getting them both naked. Korde worked Josh’s belt open, the heavy belt with its simple buckle more biker than cowboy. He grinned. The man was like Austin personified.
He thought he liked it—the town and the man.
“Mmm. Your hands are so warm.” Josh did a little shimmy to shake off his pants.
“All the better to touch you with.” He wasn’t feeling particularly big bad wolfish, but whatever worked.
“Yeah. I like that.” Josh chuckled, then tore at his jeans. “We just got these on, but let’s get them off now.”
Korde nodded and stripped them off. They were going to be damned uncomfortable. Too tight already, as if he hadn’t come only fifteen minutes ago.
His prick bobbed, eager for Josh’s attention, and he could only imagine how much Josh needed.
“Come here.” Josh yanked them together, rubbing on him.
Bossy. That was hot, though. He arched, pushing his dick against Josh’s. Damn, that was hard. Fiery. Yummy.
“Want you in my bed, baby. Want to do wicked things to you.”
“Please.” Might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb.
“Yeah.” Josh took his hand, led him back to the big bedroom, the clean sheets all but snapping.
“Hands and knees this time, huh? Let me touch, take my time.”
Korde paused, taking a deep breath. Then he nodded and crawled onto the bed, hands and knees planted on the mattress. He felt so fucking exposed, so open.
So incredibly fucking turned on.
He wanted this, wanted Josh to see and touch, and yeah, tell him what to do.
One finger trailed up along his thigh, and he jumped about a mile. Goose bumps rose up on his skin, his balls tight in their sac.
“Mmm. Sensitive. I like that.”
“I—been thinking hard about you. This.” Been aching for it, crazy as it was.
“I thought you were gone for good.” Josh traced a pattern on his skin.
He’d thought he was never going to leave the apartment again. Korde knew hiding was cowardly, but he’d been so damned confused. Worried.
Now he wasn’t worrying; he was feeling. This was way better, and he wasn’t gonna question it. No, he was gonna marvel at Josh’s callused fingers.
“I got lube, rubbers, gonna turn you inside out.”
“Okay.” He nodded, tossing his head.
Josh’s fingers spread him, thumbs teasing his hole, and he knew Josh was looking at him. Really looking. Lord. He tightened right up, but Josh tapped his hole, surprising him.
“Breathe, baby.”
“Trying.” He took a deep, deep breath.
“Now let it out.”
He exhaled, breath huffing out of him. That let Korde relax a bit, his muscles easing out of their rock-hard stance.
“There you go, baby.” Josh moved, swooped down, and a hot, wet tongue trailed up along his body, from his balls to his hole.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Korde cried out, his whole body jerking as if lightning had struck.
“Uh-huh. Good, hmm?”
“Please.” He had no idea what he was asking for, but he knew it was definitely good.
“Yeah. Yeah, baby. As much as you need.” Then that lick came again, setting every nerve ending on fire.
Korde wanted to scream, to rock, to open up and let Josh have him. His fingers fisted into the sheets, his toes curled tight.
“That’s it, baby. I want you to feel everything.” Josh pushed him, licking, touching.
He moaned, deep in his chest, his entire body on fire. His cock felt like stone, so hard a cat couldn’t scratch it. He couldn’t move, and he couldn’t stay still, all at the same time.
Josh helped, pressing up against his ass, leaning over his back to kiss his neck, one hand sliding under him to stroke his chest. His fucking universe was lit up. He twisted enough to get Josh’s fingers on his nipple. That he remembered well.
“Oh, yeah, I love how you move when I do this.” Josh pinched.
“Yeah. Don’t stop.” His hips were wagging like a needy dog.
“Nope. Not even.” Josh nibbled at his nape.
Pinch. Tug. Bite. The sensations never ceased. Josh explored every inch of him, every bit of his skin. Slick fingers pressed into his body, not giving him much time to adjust. He panted, his ass moving back and forth, his body trying to get used to the invasion.
“Fuck, you’re pretty, your hot little ass taking me.”
“Oh God.” Korde moaned, his whole body straining.
Josh added another finger, pushing harder, opening him up. The burn was perfect, delicious, damn near necessary. He hung his head down between his arms, shivering, goose bumps all over him.
“You’re the hottest son of a bitch on earth, my wet dream.” Josh pinched his other nipple, the words little hot puffs against Korde’s skin.
“Need you, now. Please, huh?”
“Yeah. Inside you, baby. My cock is gonna feel so good in you.” Josh pulled free and sat back a moment, the condom wrapper crinkling.
All Korde could do was wait, pant, and anticipate.
Josh settled behind him, cock at his hole, prodding. He rocked back, refusing to be an idle participant in this. No, he was done with that, with worrying and hiding. He was gonna own this.
“Take it, baby. I like that.” Josh slid halfway in, thick and hard.
“Fuck yes.” He groaned, his entire body clenching, gripping tight. Korde wanted to do this every damned day for the rest of his life. Now that he knew how it felt, he was greedy.
Josh rocked, in then out, slipping easily past the ring of muscles at his entrance.
No shame. No fear. Just incredible pressure, pleasure, and so much heat. Korde arched his back, toes digging into the mattress so he could take more. Josh’s hands were like iron bands around his hips, digging in, tugging him back onto that hard cock. Korde rode it, letting Josh control the motions, taking it happily.
Words poured down all over him, praise that felt so good, so fucking hot. He couldn’t make half of them make sense, but that didn’t matter none. He loved the sound of Josh’s voice.
His body tightened, his heart pounding in his chest as his balls drew up. Soon. Fucking soon.
“Uh-huh. I felt that. Tight. So tight. I got you. Soon.”
“Please.” God yes. Soon.
Josh pulled him up almost to where he sat on Josh’s thighs, then grabbed his cock with one hand. Oh, sweet Jesus. His eyes rolled back in his head, his entire body going tight. Josh shouted in his ear when his body clamped down, banging into him, hips lifting his ass.
“Yes!” Fuck, do it again.
“Uhn. Yeah.” Josh was losing it, really going at him, the heat stunning him. Pure lightning shot up along his spine, snapping him up straight, his ass slamming down into the cradle of Josh’s hips.
That did it. He felt it when Josh let go, when the heavy cock inside him began to release. He felt every spasm.
Josh’s palm rolled around the tip of his prick, and that was all she wrote, his balls giving it up, coating Josh’s hand with seed. He’d thought he would never come as hard as he did that first time with Josh ever again.
This was better.
This was real.
“You all right, baby?” Josh petted his belly before easing him back down to the bed.
“Better than.” He was out of his fucking mind.
“Good. I’m feeling pretty damned great.” Josh lay down beside him after getting rid of the condom, those mismatched eyes right there, staring into his. “So. I know we barely know each other, but, uh, I bet you could be more comfy here than on your sister’s couch. For a while. However long we want.”
“Yeah? I…. We got some things to teach each other, don’t you think?”
“I do. I think I could learn a lot from you, baby.” Josh smiled like he was the best thing the man had ever seen.
“I got work to do in your kitchen too.”
“I think I can keep you busy for at least a year.”
“I bet I can keep you busy longer than that.”
“I like to gamble, man.” Josh kissed him, deep and slow, making his head spin. “So. You hungry?”
JOSH SAT back in his lawn chair and watched the hot, ripped, tanned cowboy power-washing his deck. They were gonna have a cookout in a few days for the Fourth of July, and suddenly Korde had decided the backyard was entirely too messed up.
Josh figured he got super good living-together lover points for not pointing out that it was Korde’s two rescue pit bulls who had chewed up the deck and half the woodpile for the smoker.
The view was fucking amazing—soaked through, shirtless, tiny nipples still swollen and dark from last night’s games.
Yum.
Josh spread his legs to give himself a little more room in his swim trunks. He and all four dogs had been in the kiddie pool splashing.
He grabbed another beer from the cooler and twisted off the top.
“Don’t you get too tied up now, honey.” Korde barely looked at him, still working.
“Tied up?” He sipped his beer, pondering the idea of a touch of bondage.
“Deep in your beer. I need you, honey. Want you to fuck me.”
Oh, Jesus fuck. He did love it when Korde asked for it. It had taken time. Patience. Hell, they still had some missteps, the last of which had seen Korde on Karee’s couch again for the first time in nearly a year.
Anything worth keeping was worth fighting over.
“I would love to do that.” Josh set the beer aside, just in case.
Korde gave him a grin, eyes twinkling. “Yeah? I got another five minutes here or so.”
“Hmm. Well, then, I’ll meet you inside.” He should get the towels ready for them to shower, get the lube. Maybe something to tie up Korde with and make him scream.
Oh, that would be fun. His hot cowboy, trussed up and needing. Josh’s mouth went dry.
He was a lucky motherfucker, that was for sure.
“I’ll be there in two shakes, honey.” Korde gave him a smoldering look that was even hotter than July in Texas, the sultry laughter following him inside.
Hell yes. They both knew how to ask for what they wanted these days.
He couldn’t wait to see what Korde would say to “Wanna get tied up for real?”
Worth the Work
IT WAS time to sit down and write his monthly letter to Kit.
Chance did it like clockwork, no matter where he happened to be. Kit had always said he liked the idea of emails, and he loved phone calls, but letters meant someone gave a damn. If you took the time to sit and write something out by hand, you thought someone was worth the work.
Kit was worth the work, even if it had been nearly five years since Chance had left town, left his one true thing to do what he was called to.
Clicking the little top of the ballpoint pen he held, Chance contemplated the paper. He was in Denver for the stock show, which meant he’d be in one place for at least a month, and he’d rented a place out toward the mountains, despite the snow and ice.
It was fucking beautiful, and Kit ought to see it in more than pictures. Chance was a great photographer, and that wasn’t misplaced pride. It kept him paid and traveling. But some things a man needed to see for himself.
Finally, knowing he was about to sound like a broken record—because, damn, hadn’t he begged Kit to come, every month for years?—Chance put the pen to paper.
Hey, Kit.
Sitting in my little cabin in the mountains. Denver is fucking amazing at this time of year. You ought to come see it. I miss you, huh?
OKAY, SO Denver was cold. Not snowing or anything, but bitter fucking cold. Cold like he’d never imagined before.
Kit Hanson tugged his jacket tighter around him, chewing his bottom lip as he killed the truck engine and looked around. Man, Chance did know how to pick places. The cabin sat in the lee of a hill, all log home and snow-covered deck. The place looked calm and inviting, warm and safe. There were aspen trees and shit, and he kind of expected to see deer tracks.
Chance had to be home. There was smoke coming from the chimney, and a big old SUV sat parked up by the deck, with Texas plates. Still.
Okay. Okay, he could do this. He was invited, wasn’t he?
He headed up to the door and knocked, letter in hand, along with the pictures Chance’d sent.
The door opened a few seconds later, Chance standing there, big as life, wearing sweats and a weathered long-sleeved shirt. Bright blue eyes went wide, Chance’s mouth dropping open like a landed fish. “Kit?”
“You asked me to come.” Kit wasn’t sure that was what he’d meant to say, but it sure as shit was what’d come out. He held the pictures out, eyes eating up his cowboy, those broad shoulders, lean hips.
“I did. I’ve asked you to come every month for five years.” Chance was sizing him up too, taking in every detail. “Oh shit, baby. Come on. Come in. It’s cold.”
“Yeah. Pretty, though. Is it… I mean, it’s cool?” He sure didn’t want to drive back toward Lubbock today.
“Shit, yes.” He could tell Chance was surprised, and maybe not in a good way, but he finally got a smile. A smile and a hug. He hugged back, glad that he’d parked far enough away that Chance couldn’t see how much stuff he’d brought, far enough that he could spend a night bullshitting, maybe getting a little lucky, and then he could head out, if he needed to.
