A gruff cough pulled us away from our talk with Ken. Hoyt stood at the fence, Adobe pressed tight to his back, his face streaked with the tracks of his joyful tears.
“I swear…you two,” Hoyt coughed out, unwilling to leave his horse. The horse seemed to be happy to be glued to his friend as well.
“Yeah, we’re shitters.” Jesse chuckled. “Your boyfriend set this all up. Well, he gave me the info about Ken here.” Jesse jerked a thumb at the older man in the brown Stetson. “And I looked him up to see if he was willing to sell your horse back to us. He was. So we were in cahoots. Happy birthday.”
“I just…” Hoyt drew in a shaky breath. “This is too much. He’s a good horse, costs a lot. You two shouldn’t have done this.”
“Yeah, I think we should have,” Jesse said as I started crying again. My glasses were speckled with tears, my nose was now stuffy, and my soul sang. Seeing Hoyt this happy, this moved…well, it was everything.
I climbed up on the fence; cheeks damp and held out a hand. Adobe and Hoyt moved closer. My love took my hand, kissed my palm, and then placed my hand on the thin white stripe on Adobe’s red nose.
“You shouldn’t have spent so much on me,” Hoyt whispered as his horse got to know my scent and my touch.
“Gee-Gee said to spend my inheritance on things that will bring me happiness and peace. Nothing short of falling in love with you has given me so much joy. You two belong together.”
“So do we.” Hoyt wanted to say more but there were people here, and Ken was saying something to Jesse about papers.
“I love you,” I whispered.
“Hear that, Adobe, you won him over,” Hoyt teased then, with great effort I could tell, climbed back over the fence to shake hands with Ken before he hugged his brother. Then, Hoyt turned to me. I smiled up at him. “I love you so damned much.” He pulled me into his chest to kiss me soundly before tucking me close to his side, turning to look at Ken. The older cowboy seemed nonplussed but I suspected he was curious. “This is my boyfriend, Aubrey. And we’re in love.”
“Congratulations. So you want to sign those papers so you can take your horse home tomorrow?” Ken asked as if seeing his old bull riding buddy kissing a man was nothing out of the ordinary.
“Yeah, I…yeah I do.” Hoyt then reached out to yank Jesse into a three-way hug. Then because it seemed Adobe was a diva, the horse shoved his long nose under my arm. So we had a four-way hug, which was even better.
The hotelwe’d reserved was a charming little roadside thing with about ten units, a working fridge, and a large bed. It was clean with a western motif and sat about fifteen minutes from Ken’s ranch.
Hoyt had switched from tears to sheer joy to becoming quite handsy. The moment we said goodnight to Jesse at our doors then slipped inside he was all over me. Not that I was complaining because his hands gliding up under my tee to rub calloused fingertips over my nipples made me hard as a nail. He toed off his boots, his hands always on my hips even as I kicked off my own shoes.
“I love you,” he whispered as he nibbled on my neck, removing my meaty bull rider shirt with a yank that pulled myglasses off as well as the shirt. I squeaked. He caught my specs then placed them carefully on the desk in the corner. Then, because he could, he lifted me from the thin carpet as if I were light as air. “I love you so much. I just…” He carried me to the bed, laid me out like a delicate rose, and then moved over me with care. “I just…what you did for me. Adobe means…he means so much to me. It killed me selling him.”
“I know.” I reached up to stroke his cheek, catching the lone tear that escaped. “I want you to be happy. Always. So no more tears unless they’re tears of unfettered happiness. Those are allowed and encouraged!”
“God you’re amazing.” He lowered his head to kiss me. My fingers carded into his hair, sealing our mouths, my body humming now. His kisses were heady things. His mouth tasted of the late meal we’d shared with Ken at his ranch. Simple fare. Steak, potatoes, a salad with sharp blue cheese dressing, and cold beer. Hoyt carried the flavor of beer with him, a taste I enjoyed as long as it was on his lips. Our tongues tangled. He dropped to his side, moving me with him, to free me from the rest of my clothes. I hurried to do the same for him, shucking his jeans to the floor. “Can I suck your dick? Are you cool with that?”
“Mmhmm, very cool.” I rolled to my back, eager to feel his mouth on me. He was even more impatient than me it seemed for he licked a hot, wet path down my chest to fall on my prick as if he were a starving man. My hips bucked off the bed. His tongue circled my cockhead as his hands pressed my legs wider apart to make room for his wide shoulders. “Oh that is divine!”
“You’re divine. Your taste is heavenly. I want to worship you tonight.”
“Such a way with words.” I sighed as I gave myself over to him. He sucked my dick hard then soft, nuzzled my thighs with his rough, bearded cheeks, then drew my balls into his mouth. My gibbering was incomprehensible. Perhaps I was speaking intongues. I slid my legs over his shoulders, always mindful of the left one even though he was now wholly healed. Rehab would stop in two weeks then…
No. Not tonight. I was not letting a dark future ruin this moment. Pushing that fear aside, I writhed about as he stroked my belly, sucked my balls, and swallowed my cock so deeply down his throat I feared he’d suffocate. He didn’t. He came up, gasping for breath, my wet cockhead resting on his lower lip, dark eyes smoldering.
“Come in my mouth?” he asked.
Winded and unable to form sentences I nodded, arching up from the bed to feed him my dick. His pink lips stretched around my prick. He began taking me apart with a fervor only a zealot usually possessed. My balls drew up quickly, the white hot flame at the base of my spine igniting then detonating.
“Hoyt…coming…coming!”
He hummed around my cock. The first pulse of cum hit the back of his throat. He moaned deeply, swallowing rapidly, the bed slapping the wall as he fucked his cock into the mattress seeking his own climax. I yelped, clawed at the bedding, and emptied myself over his tongue time and again. He sucked and sucked until it was too much. With a whimper I tugged at his hair, easing him off my prick and up so I could shove my tongue into his mouth. I tasted myself. He tumbled to his back, taking me with him. Laughing softly, I straddled his hips, his flaccid cock pressed to my hole. His pubes were matted and wet.
“Housekeeping will not like us,” I said, bracing myself on my arms then licking into his mouth again.
He patted my ass cheeks, giving them a squeeze right as someone pounded on the wall behind the headboard. We both jumped before Hoyt reached up to thump back three times.
“Little brothers are assholes,” he said but wore a crooked smile.
“Oh heck, did he hear us?”
