Chapter 9 JOE
Chapter nine
JOE
It took me a lot of effort not to follow Gentry to the shower.
The fact that I considered it surprised me.
My lack of experience was one of the things I needed to tell Gentry, but so far, I’d managed not to feel completely out of my depth.
What I knew for sure was that I liked Gentry a lot and wanted to know him more, both as a person and physically.
I wasn’t a fantastic cook and smelled like a horse—I should have joined him.
I put a frozen lasagna in the oven, giving me more time to get to know Gentry. With dinner in the oven, I headed toward my bedroom, which had its own bathroom. I knew that Gentry was a genuine cowboy, but I doubted the smell of a horse was an aphrodisiac.
After a shower, I made myself as tempting as possible. I pulled on some sweat pants that hung low on my hips and a tank top. Instead of putting on boxer briefs, I decided on the much less restraining boxers, which had flamingos vacationing on them and didn’t hold anything in place.
In the living room, I found Gentry as he scrolled on his phone. It was difficult to swallow because he wore sweatpants and a slightly too-tight t-shirt.
“Wait. Where did you get clean clothes?” He gave me a sly smile.
“I had a bag in my truck. Good thing you don’t have many neighbors, or they would have gotten a good look at me in only a towel.”
“Lucky for them.” I wished it were me who got to see that. I sat on the couch close to him, but not so close that it was awkward.
“Dinner has at least thirty more minutes. I hope you like lasagna.”
“Sounds great to me. How are you feeling after our ride today?”
“Mentally, I am feeling more like I will be able to do this. Physically, so much of my body is sore.”
The slow grin he gave me after I said the words made my pulse pick up. “I think I can help with that. Turn around.”
I felt him slide up behind me, then his hands ran under my shirt. “This might work better if you take the shirt off.”
He didn’t need to ask me a second time; I reached behind me and pulled it off with one hand. Goosebumps covered my skin as he started to rub my shoulder, kneading the sore muscles. He kissed down my neck and over the tight tendons to my shoulder.
“Feel good?”
My brain was short-circuiting. Each time his lips touched my skin, it sent some sort of shock through me. He sucked gently behind my ear, his teeth scraping the helix, then returned to sucking along my shoulders.
Everything he did felt incredible. I wanted to touch him, so I leaned into him. His hands found their way to my chest, where he stroked the skin, then slid down my stomach, stopping at the waistband of my sweats.
“This okay?” he whispered.
“Please.”
It was the only word I could form, as he slid his hand under my waistband, then over my steel-hard cock. He pulled me up, easily removing my sweat pants, leaving me in my boxers, my cock fighting for release from the fabric.
“Come here.” He reached out to me.
“I think you have too many clothes on.”
He gave me a smirk. His arm snaked around my waist, and he pulled me against him. I could feel his arousal solid against my hip.
Without thinking, I helped him out of his pants. Apparently, he had bypassed underwear completely. Once he was completely naked, it was only fair that we took off my boxers. Gentry sat down and brought me onto his lap. I willingly straddled his thighs and leaned in to kiss him.
“You know I didn’t invite you over to get you naked?”
“You didn’t?” He pulled back and pouted at me. It was adorable, and I grabbed his lip with my teeth, tugged it, then kissed it.
“No. I don’t mind, though. I don’t want you to think I only want one thing from you.” We pulled apart again.
“What do you want?” He looked at me seriously.
It seemed odd to have this conversation while naked, as our cocks rubbed together, our tongues teased between words.
“Someone to count on. A boyfriend. A partner.” The smile he gave me made my heart do backflips, because instead of pulling away with my confession, he smiled.
His eyes lit up, and then he put his hand on the nape of my neck and slotted our mouths together. The kiss was tongue-heavy and hot. I slid closer to him, my erection against his, eliciting a moan from me.
His fingers trailed lightly over my arms, then down my hip. The gentleness made me shiver. When his hand wrapped around my aching shaft, I focused on taking pictures of cactus to back my orgasm off. My hips moved on their own, thrusting into the channel he created.
“You are so fucking hard, Joe.” He said his voice was gravelly, then he squeezed my length. “I think you like that.”
As I looked at him, I gave him a smile and a nod. “Feels so good.”
He grabbed my hips and brought me closer. As I kissed him, he pulled our cocks into his fist, holding us both together. I pushed into his hand, and could feel the hot, taut skin of his erection against mine. The feeling was exquisite, and I thrust again.
“Fucking hell, Gentry, that feels so good.”
This wasn’t something I had experienced before, but I knew I wanted more of it. The slickness from our precum made moving against each other easier. “I’m not going to last long.”
He looked me right in the eye. “Let me see you come, Joe, show me how beautiful you are.”
Those words were all it took to make my heavy balls start to draw up. I wrapped my hand around his, tightening around us. It felt unlike anything I had even imagined. I wanted to kiss him more, but the way I felt was too intense.
“I can’t. Gentry.” It was too much.
“God, yes,” was the only response I got before he moaned deeply, the warmth of his come hitting my cock caused me to erupt harder than I ever had. It was intense, my brain whiting out my sight, as bliss took over my entire body.
“Holy—” I leaned my head into the crook of his neck, breathed in his scent. I grabbed my shirt off the ground to wipe us both off.
I flopped over to one side, my legs still over his lap, and his hand casually stroked my thigh.
“That was amazing, Joe. And what you said about the things you want. I want those things too.”
My body was too tired for my heart to do any flips, but it rolled around like a happy dog. Gentry might be the guy who could change my life. Briefly, I thought about Dusty and realized I needed to talk to my friend because fooling around with two guys wasn’t really my style.
The timer for the lasagna went off. “Still hungry?”
He smiled. “Yes. I worked up an appetite. Though I don’t think I did much for your sore muscles.”
“Are you kidding? I feel boneless.”
I went to the kitchen. Briefly, I considered getting dressed, then decided that once you’ve sex with someone, you don’t need to be shy. Without turning around, I could feel Gentry’s eyes on my body, and I didn’t hate it.
“Can I help?”
“Nope. Sit. I’ll be right back.” I loaded two generous slices of lasagna, drinks, and silverware onto a tray, then carried them back to the living room. “We did it a little out of order, but how about some Netflix and chill for the evening?”
“Sounds great to me.”
I sat on the couch and handed Gentry a plate. He smiled at me, and it felt like he was genuinely happy to be here with me.
When we finished eating, he took our dishes to the kitchen, got us fresh drinks, and settled next to me on the couch. “This isn’t going to work.”
My stomach dropped, and I immediately felt flushed. “What?” I squeaked. “I thought we were having— ”
“Oh, shit. No. No. No. I meant the position we were sitting.” He kissed the side of my head and stood up, pulling me up with him.
Then he sat down in the corner, one leg along the back of the couch. “Okay, sexy, sit with me.” He smiled and moved his hands to encourage me.
“This is a great idea.” I got between his legs, my back to his front. He wrapped his legs around my waist and his arms around my chest. I leaned my head back, and we watched something on TV. I felt safe and protected. More importantly, I felt wanted.
Around 11:00 p.m., we were both yawning. “Are you ready to get some sleep? I am honestly exhausted.”
“Yeah.” He looked tired.
“Well. Um. I know I offered the spare room, and you are welcome to sleep there, but I have a king bed with plenty of room for two.” I hoped I didn’t sound stupid.
“So I can sleep in the spare room ALLLLLLLLLLLL alone? Or curl up with an incredibly sexy man?”
“Yes. I believe those are the options I laid out to you.” I couldn’t help the smile that took over my face.
“Well, let’s go then.” When I walked up the stairs, I realized he hadn’t given me an answer. At the top, he stopped. “Is the guest room this way?” he pointed to the door across from mine.
“Yup.” I was honestly shocked, but maybe he was super tired, or I misread this whole thing.
He meandered down the hall, and I went into my bedroom, closing the bathroom door while I did my business. I couldn’t help the disappointment I felt. I thought for sure we would spend the night tangled up in each other, but now I was confused. I was tired and would talk to him over breakfast.
When I opened the door, Gentry was in my bed, snuggled in, giggling. “You didn’t think I would choose the guest room over being in bed with you, did you?”
I picked up a pillow and whacked him with it. “I did. I was so confused.”
He laughed. “Come cuddle me.”
While I laughed, I did as he asked and climbed into bed. “Give me a few minutes, and I am going to rock your world again.” He pulled me tight against his chest and kissed the back of my neck. I moaned softly, my body relaxing, before I fell asleep. I vaguely recalled feeling his arm relax.
Standing at the front door saying goodbye to Gentry the next morning was more difficult than I expected. We had both fallen asleep, but the day we spent together had been perfect.
“Martin and I are going out of town to deliver some semen and pick up some heifers. I will be out of town for the next four days. I’d like to see you on Friday if possible.”
I kissed him again. “Friday would be great. Will you be able to text?” I suddenly needed to be in contact with him.
“I’ll text as much as I can during the day but will catch up with you in the evenings.” That sounded good to me.
One last kiss, then he was off to get Dusty and head over to the Circle W. As I sat at my desk, starting to edit pictures, it hit home how much I liked Gentry. He made me feel things: protected, wanted, cared about. All of the things I wanted in a relationship.
It was wonderful and scary all at once.