“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you. Could you repeat that?”
“Fuck you,” he grumbles, fire burning in his eyes. “I saidplease.”
“Soon, Golden Boy, soon…Until then, here.” I pull two new cigarettes out of the pack.
He stares at me like I’m stupid. Looking from the cigarette, to me, then back to the cigarette. “The lighter?” he asks, as if it’s obvious he needs one.
“Oh, shit, did you need that too?” I give a quiet, disapproving click of my tongue. “That’s gonna cost you extra.”
“Colt, stop the bullshit. Just for once, light my fucking cigarette.” His arms cross his chest, cigarette sitting unlit in his left hand.
I should probably be nice, but I’ve never given a fuck about what I’m supposed to do, and won’t be breaking my bad habits now.
“Get on your knees, cowboy.”
He looks like I’ve just punched him in the face. “Hell no. I’m not sucking your dick.”
“I didn’t ask you to suck my dick yet, Rhett. Boy, isn’t your mind exactly where I want it to be, though…”
Shifting my eyes, I see the outline of his hard cock in his jeans. “Just kneel, and I’ll light it for you. If not, I’m sure we can ask your brother for a lighter. He’ll give you one.” I blow out a smoke ring, then a smaller one, into the middle of the first.
He stays silent for a moment, not wanting to give in, before he sinks to his knees in front of me. His eyes meet mine, and he stays silent, waiting for me.
No, come on, don’t disappoint me. I expected more from you.
I kick his knees, spreading his legs apart so he can’t hide the clear hard-on he’s got from this, causing him to lean forward, gripping my leg.
Much fucking better.
God, he looks good on his knees. My dick is practically weeping at the sight of him this way.
Pulling my lighter out, he touches the cigarette to his lips, and I light it for him. Mine is almost out again, so I check my phone for the time as he inhales the first drag. I watch as some of the tension leaves his shoulders.
Dragging myself away, I pull my leg from his arm, missing the contact already. I crowd his space so that my hard-on is directly in front of his face. Grabbing his chin, I jerk his head up, and his eyes meet mine. Grinding the cigarette butt between two fingers, I tuck the cigarette into my pocket with the other one. I grab his from between his lips and bend down to replace it with my lips.
He’s tense for only a moment before he matches my kiss, sliding his tongue against the seam of my lips. I grant him entry, our tongues and teeth clashing in a fight for dominance I don’t plan to lose.
Finally, I pull back, placing the half-burned cigarette back in his mouth. Stepping off the porch, I grab my helmet off the post. “Good night, cowboy. Don’t miss me too much.” I wink, placing my helmet on and taking off down the dirt road, leaving him in my rearview.
COLTON
Rolling up to the farm bright and early, I find everyone is already bustling around, and a couple of cars I’ve never seen before are parked next to my dad’s truck.
It’s too fucking early for this.
I square my shoulders and turn to face them, wishing I’d downed a bigger coffee before showing up. I tug off my helmet and toss it onto the fence post.
Dad spots me first and waves me over. He’s standing in the barn with Rhett and another man Ithinkmight be Ethan, Rhett’s uncle. I don’t let myself be sure until I get closer, though, since it’s been a couple of years since I last saw him.
When he notices me, Rhett hustles to the far side of the barn, like I’m a storm he’s trying to dodge.
“Hey, sleepyhead. Took you long enough. I was starting to think you were hiding from us today,” Dad calls as I walk over, grinning, before pulling me into a hug. “I know it’s only been a couple of months, but, damn, it’s nice to finally have you and your sister in one place. I was just asking Rhett how you’ve been getting on. Heard you’re picking things up fast—a real chip off the old block.”
Ethan snorts, cutting Dad off. “You must have gotten it from your mom.” He gestures to Dad. “Sure as shit isn’t from him.”
I laugh with Ethan and Dad, tracking Rhett across the barn as they dole out a list of stuff I’m supposed to do, and I nod my head like I’m following.
Instead of doing the tasks assigned to me, though, I find myself watching Rhett “fix” something that doesn’t need to be fixed at all.
