Epilogue Lucas
“Sorry I’m a bit late, Dolly,” I said as I pushed my way through the backdoor of the diner with a massive metal tray in my hands. “Beau had to run to Amarillo this morning, so I’m doing all the deliveries myself today.”
“No problem, sugar,” she replied, looking over the ordering counter from the bar. “You got here before lunch and that’s all that matters. These folks can get mighty cranky when we don’t have Beau’s famous barbecue around!”
I chuckled, setting the tray down on the counter. The rich, smoky scent of barbecue filled the air, making my own stomach growl. “Well, we can't have that now, can we?”
As I started unloading the containers, Dolly leaned in closer, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. “So, Beau's in Amarillo, huh? What's he up to?”
I felt my cheeks warm slightly, remembering our conversation from this morning. “Oh, you know Beau. Always got some ranch business to take care of.”
Dolly raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “Uh-huh. You sure about that, sugar? ”
I dropped the last container on the counter before I walked over to her. “I mean, I know he’s not out picking up women, so that’s a relief.”
She laughed, her tinny voice echoing over the dull chatter of the diner. “Well, I guess you’re right on that account.”
“He said it was nothing important, but I bet you he’s getting impatient,” I continued. “He wants to get things started on the ranch so badly so we can start bringing in tourists. But I keep telling him that it’s gonna take time.”
“That boy’s never been the most patient,” she grinned.
“You’ve got that right.”
I nodded, a fond smile tugging at my lips. “Tell me about it. But that's part of his charm, I suppose.”
Dolly's eyes softened, and she patted my hand. “You two are good for each other, you know that? I've never seen Beau so happy.”
I felt a warmth spread through my chest at her words. “Thanks, Dolly. I'm pretty happy too.”
“You don’t mind this small-town life? Pretty different from that New York thing you was doin’.”
“This place is way better,” I smiled, truly believing every word I said. “Believe me. Nothing compares to Sagebrush.”
Just then, the bell above the diner door chimed, and we both looked up. My heart skipped a beat as Beau strode in, his tall frame filling the doorway. His blue eyes found mine immediately, and a slow smile spread across his face.
“Well, speak of the devil,” Dolly chuckled.
Beau tipped his hat to her as he approached. “Afternoon, Dolly. Hope y'all got your delivery in time.”
“We did thanks to Lucas here,” she said, patting me on the shoulder. “This boy deserves a raise.”
Beau lifted an eyebrow in my direction, a mischievous grin curling over his lips. “I think I know somethin’ he’d like better.”
“Beaufort Turner!” Dolly cackled, swatting at him. “If you’re gonna talk like that in my diner again you better make sure I’m around!” She gave him a wink. “All I’ve got is the
Hallmark channel at home and it just ain’t the same.”
“You weren’t gone long,” I smiled, looking up at Beau. “I thought you’d be out until the afternoon.”
“Nah. I knew what I needed. Meet me back at the ranch?”
“This was my only stop, so yeah.”
We said our goodbyes to Dolly. Beau went out the front, hopping in his rusty old truck. Meanwhile I went out the back, climbing into Jack’s truck to take it back home. He’d let us use it for the business to start, but Beau didn’t know I was secretly saving up for a delivery van of our own. It was the least I could do after he’d used his prize winnings to pay off my lease break fee at the old apartment. Between my remote job as a small business marketing consultant and the barbecue, it wasn’t gonna be too long before that delivery van was sitting in the driveway.
By the time I got back to the ranch, Beau’s truck was already there. He was standing on the front porch, grinning like a fool with his hat tipped up. That blond hair of his caught the sunlight, making his blue eyes even more prominent. As I stepped out of the truck, I couldn’t help but admire the striking figure he cut in those tight jeans. Even after two months together, my heart still picked up its pace every time I saw him.
“I got a surprise for you,” he said, beckoning me inside.
My stomach twisted. “It’s not a ring I hope…”
Beau turned bright red. “No, no! God no!” He stopped. “Not that I don’t love you more than anything… but it’s… it’s a big step and I’m not sure?—”
“I’m kidding, cowboy,” I grinned, kissing him on the cheek. “What’s this big surprise?”
Beau pushed the porch door open, ushering me inside. As soon as I was in, he pressed in beside me, pointing up at the wall where the hat hooks hung. They were all there, just like always. However, as my eyes moved over the wall, I spotted a hat I didn’t recognize. It was a buckskin color with a beaded band.
“Who’s is that?” I asked, pointing up at it.
Beau, grinning still, reached up and pulled it down. He held it reverently in his hands, his rough fingers gliding over the smooth leather. “It’s yours, darlin’,” he said simply, looking up at me. “Everyone in the family gets a hat and a hook,” he continued. “Even Mama’s hook is still on the wall. And you… well, you’re family to me. To all of us.”
I took the hat gently, turning it over in my hands as tears threatened in the corners of my eyes. “Beau… I… I don’t know what to say.”
“Do ya like it?”
I nodded. “It’s beautiful.”
“Well then, put it on, cowboy.”
I carefully placed the hat on my head, feeling its weight settle comfortably. It fit perfectly, as if it had been made just for me. Beau's eyes sparkled as he looked at me, a mix of pride and affection clear on his face.
“Well, don't you look the part now,” he drawled, reaching out to adjust the brim slightly. His fingers lingered, brushing against my cheek. “Suits you.”
I felt a rush of emotion, overwhelmed by the gesture and what it meant. This wasn't just a hat; it was acceptance, belonging. It was Beau telling me, in his own way, that I was part of his world now. Forever.
“Thank you,” I managed, my voice thick. “This means... everything.”
Beau's expression softened, and he pulled me into a tight embrace. I breathed in his familiar scent - hay, horses, and wood smoke. It was my favorite smell in the entire world, the one I fell asleep to each night and woke up to every morning. My heart soared as I held him, feeling for the first time in my life like everything was right in the world.
“Nobody’s home,” Beau whispered in my ear, his lips dancing over my skin. “Maybe you can take me upstairs, cowboy. Show me how good you ride?”
I pulled back, heat flooding my body as I pressed my groin against his. “Why Mr. Turner… I do believe you’re makin’ a move on me,” I said, mimicking his accent. “What about my honor as a fine upstandin’ gentleman in this town?”
He grinned. “We all know what kind of reputation you have around here.”
“I guess I have been a bad boy.” The accent fell away as I started to laugh. “But I suppose that just means I’ll have to give you what you want.”
Taking Beau’s hand in mine, I pulled him down the hall and up the stairs to his bedroom. The moment the door shut, our lips crashed together, the heat rising between us. I reached up to pull my hat away, but Beau stopped me.
“No,” he huffed, kissing my neck. “Leave it on.”
I grinned mischievously, leaving the hat in place as I backed Beau towards the bed. His knees hit the edge, and he fell backwards, pulling me down on top of him. Our bodies pressed together as we kissed deeply, hands roaming and exploring familiar territory.
Beau's fingers deftly unbuttoned my shirt, pushing it off my shoulders. I sat up, straddling his hips, and slowly unbuckled my belt, giving him a show. His eyes raked over my body hungrily, lingering on the open fly of my jeans where my cock throbbed against the thin fabric.
“God, you're gorgeous,” he breathed, reaching up to run his hands along my chest and abs. “So beautiful…”
I leaned down to kiss him again, relishing the feel of his calloused hands on my skin. As our kisses grew more heated, I ground my hips against his, eliciting a low moan from Beau. That was all it took for me to hop off him, pull open his jeans, and strip them off him in an instant. His thick cock sprang free, already leaking pre-cum. I leaned down to lick it clean, savoring the taste of him before I slipped my own pants off and straddled him once more .
His cock pulsed against my bare ass as I pulled the lube from the nightstand. I couldn’t wait. Not this time. I needed him inside me.
I slicked my fingers with lube, reaching behind to prepare myself. Beau's eyes darkened with lust as he watched, his hands gripping my thighs. I worked quickly, too impatient for much foreplay.
“Ready for me, darlin'?” Beau drawled, his voice deep and growling.
I nodded, positioning myself over his cock. Slowly, I sank down, taking him inch by inch until he was fully sheathed inside me. We both groaned at the sensation, my fingers already trembling as I gripped his muscular chest.
Reaching up, I straightened my hat and began to move, setting a steady rhythm as I rode him. Beau's hands roamed my body, caressing and teasing as I rocked my hips. I moaned as his cock pressed against my prostate, grinding across it with each thrust. In that position I could find just the right angle, making the need to stroke myself nonexistent. My cock riding over his abs was almost too much stimulation, and I knew I wasn’t going to last long. And, of course, the hat stayed firmly in place, adding an extra layer of excitement to our heated romp.
“That's it, cowboy,” Beau panted. “Ride me good.” He paused then, grinning. “Hopefully I last more than eight seconds.”
I increased my speed, chuckling under my breath. “I’ll take that challenge.”
I leaned forward, bracing my hands on Beau's broad chest as I rode him harder. The bed creaked beneath us, a steady rhythm matching our movements. Beau's hands gripped my ass, spreading me wide as I bounced on his cock.
“Fuck, Lucas,” he groaned, voice desperate with desire. “You feel so good, darlin'.”
Tension was already building in my core, and my thighs were starting to tremble. Beau must have sensed it too, because he suddenly flipped us over, pinning me to the mattress. My hat flew off, landing somewhere on the floor, but I couldn't bring myself to care. Not when he was buried so deeply inside me.
Beau hooked my legs over his shoulders, driving into me with powerful thrusts. The new angle had me seeing stars, and I cried out in pleasure as my hands gripped the covers. I didn’t care who heard me, not when I so desperately needed to be bred by my cowboy.
“That's it, darlin’,” Beau growled, thrusting harder. “Take all of me nice and deep.”
My back arched off the bed as Beau pounded into me, his thick cock hitting all the right spots. The headboard slammed against the wall with each thrust, but I was too lost in pleasure to care. My hands roamed over Beau's sweat-slicked back, feeling his muscles flex as he moved.
“Beau... I'm close,” I gasped, my body trembling on the edge of release.
He leaned down, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. “Cum for me, darlin',” he murmured against my mouth. “I wanna feel you.”
His hand wrapped around my neglected cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. That was all it took. Crying out in ecstasy, I came hard, spilling over his hand and my stomach. My body clenched around him, drawing a deep groan from his lips. It only took another handful of thrusts before he buried himself to the hilt, searing heat filling my belly as he pumped his seed deep inside me.
We lay there panting, our bodies intertwined and slick with sweat. Beau's weight was comforting on top of me as we both caught our breath. After a few moments, he gently pulled out and rolled to the side, gathering me into his arms.
“Well,” I said with a breathless chuckle, “I'd say that was longer than eight seconds.”
Beau laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Reckon so. Might've set a new quickie record though.”
I snuggled closer, relishing the warmth of his body against mine. We lay in comfortable silence for a while, basking in the afterglow. Beau's fingers traced lazy patterns on my back, sending pleasant shivers down my spine.
“I love you, Lucas Greene,” Beau said softly, breaking the silence. “More than anything in this whole entire world.”
Affection filled every inch of me as I looked into those beautiful blue eyes of his.
“I love you too, cowboy,” I whispered. “More than I know how to say.”
And that was the truth.
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