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Butch leaned on the paddock fence. “I’m not nervous, exactly. I don’t know what to expect, that’s all, and I don’t wanna let Toby and the boss down.”
Teague squeezed his shoulder. “You won’t.” He paused. “You miss Sol, don’t you?”
Butch jerked his head in Teague’s direction. “What?”
Fuck. How much did he see?
Teague shrugged. “It’s okay to admit it. He was part of you growing up. Must’ve brought back a few memories.”
Yeah, that was the problem. Most of them were not good.
“I meant what I said.” Teague’s voice softened. “You ever need to talk, you know where I am.” His eyes held a twinkle. “Planning any trips to Bozeman?”
“Not at the moment.” To be honest, right then Butch wasn’t sure he’d ever reprise his old habits.
Everything had changed.
“Teague?” Robert hollered. “You got a minute?”
He patted Butch’s arm. “Just think before you let off steam. Next time there could be guests around. Take a breath first.” He hurried over to where Robert stood.
Butch stared at the changing colors in the sky.
How long is it gonna take to get Sol out of my goddamn head?
Butch had no idea what time it was—he only knew he couldn’t get his brain to shut down and let him sleep.
The bunkhouse was quiet except for Zeeb’s snores, but Butch could maybe put a stop to that.
“Roll onto your side, Zeeb,” he said in a whisper loud enough to reach Zeeb’s top bunk.
Regular as clockwork, Zeeb rolled over, and peace was restored.
Share a bunkhouse with a guy for a few years, and you learn a trick or two.
Such as how to rub one out without attracting too much attention. Butch usually resorted to jerking off in the bathroom, or biting a pillow.
Nowthere’sa remedy for insomnia.
He groped under his pillow for Sol’s tee. He brought it to his face and held it there, burying his nose in the soft cotton.Fuck… He could smell cum, sweat, and something that was pure Sol. He breathed in the heady scents, his hand sliding under the waistband of his shorts to wrap around his stiffening shaft, eyes closed so he could focus his thoughts—
So he could see Sol.
Fuck it.
Butch shucked off his shorts, grabbed his pillow, and folded it in half. He flipped onto his belly, stuffed the pillow under him, and drove his dick into the crease, rocking his hips as he dry-humped it, his hands holding Sol’s tee to his face. The bed springs squealed in complaint, and he rocked slower, his breath warming the cotton pressed to his nostrils that were filled with the rich scents of Sol.
It wasn’t long before he rolled onto his back, sheets thrown back, legs spread, his feet planted on the mattress, the pillow once more beneath his head. He spat into his palm and slicked up his cock, sliding it through the tight funnel of his fingers while he rubbed Sol’s tee over his chest and belly. On impulse, he held it against his balls, slowly rubbing them before wrapping the fabric around his shaft, fucking it, his thumb and forefinger tweaking his nipples, tugging them until he was incapable of lying still.
Holy fuck, that feels amazing.
He ignored his cock and focused on teasing his nipples with both hands, his shaft jerking constantly, smacking against his stomach.
Christ, what I wouldn’t do for another hand right now.
Butch focused once more on his dick, squeezing his balls as he worked the shaft, his breathing rapid, his body on fire as he closed in on his orgasm. The zing of electricity that traveled all the way to his cock heralded its arrival, and he tilted his hips, aiming for his chest. A string of cum arced through the air, landing on his beard and cheeks, and he stifled his moans with Sol’s tee. He gripped his cock in a tight fist, his body shaking as the last drops connected with his skin.
Butch lay there, covered in sweat, Sol’s tee held to his nose, his breathing labored as he exulted in the sensations. Never mind another hand—what would have improved the situation beyond all else would have been if Sol were there beside him in the dark, the two of them cramped into the small space, Butch lying in his arms, their lips locked in kiss after kiss while Sol gave leisurely tugs on Butch’s shaft to expel those final drops…
