Candy Hearts, Vol. 2

Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

Treat settled up the bill, his belly full of good food, and headed back to meet Jake at the main entrance, surprised the man hadn’t gotten an Uber and run in the interim.

He looked like a fractious mustang, all wild eyes and tensed muscles.

It was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen, bar none.

Well…if there was better, Treat knew Jake and naked had been involved.

Whew. Jake naked. “Where are you staying?” he asked Jake as they headed to the truck.

“KOA off Gembler. It’s chilly right now, but decent.”

“You’re sleeping in your truck?” Jake slept in the bed of his truck a lot. Or in a tent.

“I got me a pop-up, so it’s not sitting in my truck out where anyone can grab.”

“Well, you can come with me to the hotel.” He had a room at the Marriott.

“Can I? I mean, I can?”

“You can.” He gave Jake a stare, hoping his meaning came through.

Jake sunk his teeth into his bottom lip, searching his eyes. “Yeah. Okay. One night. I mean, it’s Valentine’s Day, right?”

“It is. And we might as well live it up.” As if he would let Jake go after this.

“I need my truck, my bag. It’s at the fairgrounds.”

“Okay. We’ll go get your bag.”

Jake raised his eyebrows. “Not my truck?”

“Nope. You’re riding again. We’ll get it then.”

“You are a bossy son of a bitch.”

And Jake loved it.

“I do like to boss some folks around, this is true.” He waited until Jake’s door closed before he grabbed Jake’s collar and tugged him around to face him over the console. Then he kissed the man silly.

Jake’s hand landed on his arm, hot and solid, keeping them together. The kiss went on long enough to fog the windows, and he was achingly hard when they pulled apart.

“Fucking need you.” Jake reached for his crotch.

“Wait, baby.” He grabbed Jake’s hand. “Not here in the parking lot. I want to, but too many damn people.”

And he didn’t want to rush this.

He wanted time, nakedness.

“Oh.” Jake panted a little. “Yeah. Yeah. Sorry. I got a little…into you.”

“Fuck, yeah. That’s what I want.” He turned back to the steering wheel. “I want that, baby. But this is a place that might get us arrested or ass kicked.”

“Neither one sounds delicious, to be honest.” Jake leaned back and sighed. “You make me do stupid shit, man.”

“I want you to in private, baby.” Treat grinned, unable to resist. Jake was his Mr. Right, as well as his Mr. Right Now. He’d doubted, sure, but no more.

Now he knew.

And he was going to do his dead level best to take Jake home and get the news through his thick head.

He got them moving, Riley Green singing on the radio, smooth and comforting.

Jake’s career was winding down, nothing serious, just more injuries, fewer rides, less money, and Treat wanted the man to come home to him.

Treat wasn’t opposed to Jake riding, but he wanted the other days, the other hours.

He wanted to build a life with his roughstock rider that would extend past eight seconds.

He hummed along with the radio as he drove, filling Jake’s silence, which he worried was becoming uneasy.

“You still with me, baby?”

“I’m right here. I’m worried, turned on. Hot. You know?”

“I do. I am so hard for you that it’s tough to drive.” His cock was absolutely an obstruction.

Jake’s low chuckle was enough to make his eyes cross. Damn, that was near filthy.

“Yeah, yeah. You just sit over there and hush. And we’re going to the hotel. We’ll get your truck later.”

Jake shook his head, turned to face him. “Aren’t we supposed to make small talk and pretend that we aren’t just here for wild orgasms?”

“Not until after the first one, baby. It’s been too long.” After that, they could have long involved conversations. He could invite Jake home.

He would. But now? He needed Jake more than air. He gritted his teeth as he pulled on the highway. He might just explode.

Jake didn’t say anything much, but that hot, solid hand landed on his thigh.

That had him jumping like water on a hot griddle. “Damn, baby.”

“Yeah. I can’t not touch, man. My hands need you, bad.”

“You can. Just don’t make me run off the road.” He reached down to squeeze Jake’s hand a moment.

“No, sir. I ain’t into that. I like your truck.”

Oh, little shit.

“Well, I reckon I’m glad you like one of us,” he teased right back.

“Yeah. The truck, it gives a nice, smooth ride. I approve.”

“Oh, you are cruising for a bruising, baby.” His hands itched to grab Jake and kiss him and maybe spank him.

“Listen to you.” Those fingers started sliding down his thigh. “You’re something else. You know that, right?”

“I try.” He pulled off at the downtown exit. “Almost there.”

“You’re sure you want me? After everything?”

He snorted. “Stop fishing.”

“I’m trying. I’m freaking out, Treat.”

He pulled into the drive, then parked in front of the building, handing his keys to the valet. “I know. I got this. Just trust me.”

“I do.” Jake slipped out of the truck, waiting for him before they headed into the lobby. This hotel was on the other side of town, far enough from the arena to not be filled with fans.

The doorman held the door for them, and they headed for the elevator. They got on alone, and he pushed the button for thirteen. As soon as the doors shut, he was kissing Jake, pushing him up against the back rail.

Thirteen had always been his lucky number.

He slid his thigh between Jake’s legs, rocking them together, feeling how hard Jake was for him.

Jake held his neck, clinging to him, tongue pushing against his like the man was starving. They rocked together, body to body, humping like crazy. When the elevator hit their floor and opened, he’d almost forgotten why they were on it.

The elevator binged, and Jake backed away.

“Mmm. Damn.” No one was in the hall, so he grabbed Jake’s hand and ran, their boots clomping against the pile carpet. Lord, he needed this man now. And his freaking key fought him when they got to the door, the light going red three times before it turned green.

Jake laughed at him. Asshole.

Treat stood there for a second once he got the door open, trying to figure out if he threw the locks would that seem creepy or just comforting? Less “I’m a gigantic stalker and you can’t leave”, and more “I don’t want anyone bothering us by trying to bring us fresh towels mid fuck”.

Treat let himself just breathe for half a second, maybe twice that. He really wanted to have his control in both hands before they started making out because Jake had just offered him everything he’d always wanted on the silver platter.

Once he got that cowboy stripped down to bare skin, he didn’t intend on ever letting Jake go.

It was love after all, and it didn’t matter to him if anybody believed it or not. It didn’t change what was true. All was fair in love and war, so he took the do-not-disturb sign and put it out, then threw the safety lock.

“Just in case, baby.”

“Just in case. I’ll take it.” Jake put his hat down on the table, then worked off his boots.

Treat had to grin. “Smart, baby.”

“I ain’t dumb. There’s a lot of things they say about me down at the jail, but I ain’t dumb.”

His Jake had never once been dumb. Stubborn, naive, even wrong, but not dumb. “Looks like you learned some things since the first time we were together.”

Jake shrugged, cheeks lit up like Christmas. “Like you needed another memory of me with my jeans down hooked on my boots, stumbling around like a dancing bear.

“Oh baby, you’re not big enough to be a bear,” he teased. “Maybe one of those little red pandas.” Yeah, there was a cute thought.

Jake snorted. “More like a marmot or a nutria.”

“Nope. You are so not a rodent. Not even a capybara.” Though those were cute and loving, he reckoned. “You’re mine, is what you are.” He kicked off his own boots, the worn leather sliding off with not much pressure.

Jake made a small sound, kind of a snort.

“What is it?”

Jake shrugged. “It’s you, I guess. Do you know how much I love the fact that you got all this money? You could have Luccheses, anything you want. And you love those old work boots. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without them. You just keep resoling them.”

He shrugged. “I like what I like, baby.”

And that was it, simple as coming home.

He didn’t need the new and shiny. He liked what he liked, and that was going to be enough. “Come here. I want to kiss you.”

As soon as he spoke, Jake came toward him, eager and ready as all get out. He loved that lean, scarred body, loved the way Jake moved like only cowboys could. Loose in the limb, powerful in the hips.

His breath caught in his chest, and all he could do was stare, his lips parted, a deep groan building in his chest. “Fuck, baby.”

“That’s the plan, cowboy. I want to ache tomorrow, and not from missing you.”

His cock jumped, his breath hitching. “Hell, yes. I want you to know it was me, that I’m the one taking you.”

“That’s never been a question, Treat. Not one time since you and me hooked up.”

“No? Good.” That was how he felt too. So how had they gone so sideways? He reckoned maybe it was because Jake kept pushing him away, saying he wasn’t one to settle down.

He had to admit as well, that he wanted Jake to beg a little, to act as if what he had to offer meant something.

Maybe that he meant more than rodeo.

“I just… I wanted to bring something to us, man. I wanted to be more than the fuck-up kid.”

“You are, baby. You’re amazing. And you’re a hell of a rider.” Jake had just had some bad luck with injuries.

“Pshaw. I’m just a hard-luck bastard right now, and I don’t want to talk about it, fair?”

“Fair.” He kissed Jake hard, because talking was fucking overrated.

Jake tugged his shirt out from his waistband, callused fingers dragging hard over his back. Fuck, that was right. He wanted to feel that touch on his cock, on his belly.

“Let me help,” he said when they broke for air. He damn near killed himself wrangling their clothes. By the time they were done, they were naked and laughing, clinging to each other, both of them in a clench.

They stumbled to the bedroom, and Jake pushed him down onto the bed, straddling his hips, and rocking down against him.

“Fuck, baby. That’s it. Take what you need.” He would do this as long as he could, then flip them and get the damn lube.

“I’m never going to get enough of you.” Jake moved a little faster, cock beginning to leak. “I can’t.”

“I don’t want you to.” He wanted to make Jake come. More specifically, he wanted Jake to come on his cock. He rolled, just as planned, putting Jake under him. “Spread for me, baby.”

“Uh-huh…” Jake groaned and spread wide, one knee bending to give him more access.

“Look at you.” He had his kit bag open on the nightstand. So he grabbed out the lube, popping it open. “I’m going to get you ready, baby. I’m going to spread you wide.”

Jake nodded, then pulled both legs out and open.

He wet his fingers good, then pressed two fingers to Jake’s hole, circling. Tight. Hot. So perfect.

“Please, Treat. Touch me.”

He intended to. Everywhere.

Sliding his free hand over Jake’s chest, he palmed one developed pec, then thumbed a flat brown nipple.

Jake’s moan was everything, lighting him up. He craved this, knowing that all this passion was focused on him, that he could draw it out.

He worked both hands, then took a kiss, and he had to grin against Jake’s mouth. Lord knew he’d never been the kind of man who could pat his head and rub his belly at the same time, but with Jake, he could be amazingly ambidextrous.

The fine son of a bitch made him a better person somehow, made him want to be more than decent.

Jake panted, rocking on his hand. “Ready, dammit. In me.”

“Impatient man,” he teased.

“You got no idea. I been empty inside since I left you, you son of a bitch. I’ve ached for months, and it’s all my stupid fault!”

“You know I’ll give you what you need. But I won’t hurt you, so you have to wait a little more.” Jake was so damn tight. He needed more room.

He was going to make this perfect for Jake, dammit. He was going to draw Jake’s need out of him.

“Treat.”

“Shhh.” He kissed Jake again, lingering over it, moving his fingers in and out.

Jake’s eyelids went heavy, and he relaxed, going pliant, rocking steadily into his touch. He stroked Jake’s cock, his fingers playing over the smooth, hot skin, loving how Jake leaked for him, how hard he was.

There was no doubt that Jake was with him, focused on his hands. He could feel Jake shake, those inner muscles tightening on him.

He thought for sure Jake had to be ready now. “Do I need a condom, baby? I haven’t been with anyone else.”

“You’re my one.”

He knew that. Jake’s trust only went so far.

“Thank God.” He pulled his fingers free, then lubed up his cock. “Are you ready for me?”

“Yeah. God yes. Now is good.”

“It is for me too.” They shared a wild grin, and Treat muscled up to press his cock to that wet, pink hole.

The tiny ring of muscles burned and his cockhead pushed in, his eyes crossing. Jesus, Jake felt like home. Like everything he ever wanted.

“More.” Jake moaned, his lips parted, tongue flicking out to wet them.

“Everything. Absolutely fucking anything.” Treat’s hips started rocking, pressing in deep. He had to work not to just come right then, but he was going to make this last as long as he could. And he wanted to see Jake’s face when he came.

“Fuck.”

“Yes.” He thought fucking was a great plan.

“Treat…” That was a deep moan.

“Uh-huh.” He moved faster, his balls pulling up, his body aching.

He grabbed Jake’s cock, stroking fast and hard. He wasn’t going to go over the ledge first.

“Dammit!” Jake panted it out, and his body bowed, his feet drumming on the bed as he shot, hot come landing on Treat’s skin.

“Yes!” That was what he needed. The squeeze, the pressure, the wild heat, and that scent that was his lover. He came so hard he saw stars, his body sawing back and forth as he thrust the last few times.

“Treat. Damn. Damn, love.”

“Uh-huh.” He pulled Jake close, rolling to one side. He always read about people who got up right away to clean up, but he liked how Jake smelled on his skin.

Jake kissed him, the caress long and slow and lazy.

He rested his hands on Jake’s body and kissed back, perfectly happy right where he was.

He was going to make this son of a bitch so goddamn happy. Even if he had to lay the smackdown on Jake.