Chapter 3 #5
Least there wasn’t any drool. Way better than his dog. He chuckled. That was mean. Landon was a good guy and amazing in the damned sack.
At his laugh, Landon grinned, still sound asleep. Christ, the kid was just cheery. It was as amazing as it was annoying. Once upon a time, Adam had been that happy go lucky.
Before Beau.
Fucking Cajuns.
Sighing, he tried to slide his arm free. He needed to take a whiz, maybe get some coffee.
“Mmm. Cher, warm me up, you.” Landon opened his eyes, smile widening. “Mornin’.”
How could he not grin back? It was impossible. “Morning.” He dropped a kiss on that smiling mouth.
Landon, pressed close, all along his body, just as bold as brass. Maybe the other stuff could wait. Adam was getting a way more pressing need going. He lifted his not-asleep hand to push it into Landon’s hair.
Thick and soft, the curls wrapped around his fingers, held on to him. They were warm from sleep, too, just like Landon’s mouth when Adam bent to take a kiss. Slow and lazy, Landon gave him a low moan, hips rolling to snuggle their cocks together.
It was a fine good morning, that fuzzy skin soft and yet rough against him, Landon kissing him like there was nothing else to do all day.
Of course, there wasn’t. This was a lazy day before the travel started again, so he could luxuriate. Hell, he could wallow if he wanted to. And Adam wanted.
He wanted every fucking inch of this tight little body.
Tilting Landon’s chin up, Adam worked his way down the stubbly chin, nipping at the skin of Landon’s throat. Every time he hit a hot spot, Landon gasped, arched up underneath him. There was one right at the hollow of Landon’s collarbone. Another just over Landon’s right nipple.
So fucking eager and responsive, Landon’s fingers explored him, coming up with his own tender bits. Not just the ones down below, either. Landon found all sorts of places that made Adam’s muscles jump and twitch.
Their legs were all tangled together, Landon’s cock cuddled on his belly. It was hard for him, hot, leaking on his skin. He loved the feel of that, the way they fit together.
Crazy. He didn’t usually stick around in the morning. He hadn’t planned to let Landon hang out this long. Adam had been determined to blow Landon’s mind, then send the kid on his way. He could still do that, later.
After this. Maybe after this and after a post-breakfast round with that perfect tight ass. He’d settle for a nice rub-off right now. The kid had to be a touch sore.
“Damn, you so hot.” Landon bit at his collarbone, teeth dragging on his skin.
“Me?” He snorted. “You’re a firecracker, honey. Make me crazy.”
“Can live with that, me.” Landon’s fingers were on his belly, his hip, his inner thigh.
“Good.” Too much talking. It was time for more doing, and Adam rolled on top of Landon, bearing down.
Landon wrapped around him like a limpet, bucking right into his body.
Hell, the kid was a damned good rider in the sack.
Adam had to wonder why he wasn’t so good in the arena on the bulls.
He grabbed Landon’s hands, intending to tug them over Landon’s head, and Landon twined their fingers together, bringing one to his mouth.
Adam grunted, the sensation making his cock jerk.
God damn.
Landon wrapped his lips around one finger, the suction firm, steady, and enough to make his eyes cross.
Adam’s heart pounded, and he leaned back just enough to watch that pretty mouth work.
It was stunning to see, and just as good to feel.
Landon was making love to his fucking hands, just like it was the only thing Landon ever wanted.
The kid was enough to give a man stupid thoughts.
Adam closed his eyes, letting the physical sensation push away everything else. He was no good at thinking.
Each finger was licked and sucked, then his palm, his wrist, the scrape of teeth erotic as fuck.
He reached up with his other hand, tracing Landon’s sharp cheekbone. “What are you wanting, honey?”
Landon pushed into the touch, humming softly. “You, cher. So bad.”
“You’re gonna be sore.” He didn’t want to push it, but he wanted that fine ass again.
“Muscles is sore when you work ’em. Just means they need more exercise.”
Adam surprised himself by laughing at that. “I guess so. Well, then let’s give it a go.”
His body went on full alert and he gave himself a lecture on holding his shit together, getting under control, determined to make this good. He didn’t want to hurt Landon. He wanted the kid to remember this for a long, long time. Truth be told, he wanted to hang on to this memory, too.
“You ready?”
“Hell, yeah. I was born ready.”
“Good.” Adam hunted the lube down, the tube more than a touch squashed. A little spit might be fine between two experienced lovers, but Landon deserved more slick.
He turned Landon over, fingers trailing the lean back, finding random scars, including a U-shaped mark on one hip that looked vicious. “Hoof?” he asked, tracing it with one finger.
“She had a broken leg and a foal coming.”
Jesus fucking Christ. Bad luck did come in sets of three, though, so Adam guessed the kick had been the last of it. “You’re lucky nothing else broke.”
Landon nodded. “Sister and I raised her baby up. She’s my ropin’ horse. Pomme.”
“No shit?” Grinning, he spread Landon’s cheeks, letting the lube dribble down some. The tiny hole jerked, and he dragged his finger over it.
“Truth.” Landon chuckled. “She’s a kicker, too.”
“I bet.” Adam watched his finger slide into Landon’s tiny hole, feeling that tight ring of muscle open for him.
He couldn’t have helped his moan for love or money.
God, that was sweeter than cherry pie. His cock thumped with his pulse, his belly taut as a stretched rope.
Adam gritted his teeth, determined to take this slow.
He let his free hand play in the small of Landon’s back, fingernails scraping lightly.
This whole process required layer after layer of sensation.
So fucking hot, the way that Landon’s body responded, gripped his finger. The kid was riding already, rocking back and forth. Adam grinned, then smacked that right butt cheek with the palm of his hand, just to see what would happen.
“Don’ make me beat you, cowboy.” Landon chuckled, and he snorted, tickled.
“Nope. No beatings. Saw it in a porn movie once.” It felt silly, though it had loosened Landon’s body up some.
When Landon glanced over his shoulder and winked, went, “Boom, chicka wow-wow,” Adam damn near lost it.
He managed to hang in there, though, slipping a second finger inside Landon’s ass. “So fucking tight.”
“Uh-huh.” The dark head fell down, dangling between those lean, muscled arms. “Damn.”
“Pretty, too. I swear, I never thought you’d look like this.” He shut his mouth before he said something stupid and pushed one more finger in, letting the lube ease the way.
Landon stilled for a heartbeat or two, then found their rhythm again, pushing back into his touch.
“You all right?” Was that his voice, all raspy and breathless?
“Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Lord, cher, you got good hands.”
“Gotta get inside you now.” He had to. His dick felt like stone.
Landon moaned for him, arched, that offer obscene as all hell. Adam wasn’t going to turn it down. He moved, his fingers slipping free so he could put on the condom he’d dug out with the lube. His hands were shaking the barest bit, and he was glad Landon couldn’t see that.
He finally got wrapped up, got his cock lined up with Landon’s hole. “Coming in, honey.”
The tip of his cock spread that tiny ring of muscles, Landon’s body opening slowly for him. Adam waited as long as he could, his head falling back from the pressure. Then he had to fucking move. He pulled back the barest bit, then pushed in, filling Landon up.
Landon moaned, his back arching, that ass pressing against him. Adam grunted, sliding in again, then back. He was gonna bust his nut in no time if Landon kept squeezing him that way.
He had one hand wrapped around Landon’s hip, yanking Landon onto his cock.
They rocked together, Landon’s shoulders flushing a deep rose.
Adam traced that U-shaped scar, grunting as Landon’s hole gripped his cock, stole his breath.
He bent to kiss the nape of Landon’s neck, licking at the salt he found there.
They found themselves a rhythm, his thighs slapping against Landon’s, his hips snapping against those round ass cheeks.
His balls swung, his belly clenched and hard.
Landon made the best sounds—like a wordless singing, all happy and hungry.
Adam drank the noises in, kissing the nape of Landon’s neck after every one.
“Come on, honey. Come for me.” He wanted to feel it, all around his cock. Adam reached around and grabbed that hot, hard shaft, jacking it good and fast.
It didn’t take long before Landon was slamming against him, taking his dick, riding him.
Adam felt it when the tremors started, when Landon was fixing to come.
He jerked Landon up, brought the man’s back to his chest, Landon’s hole wrapped around the base of his cock.
Pumping his hips up, Adam really let Landon have it, his teeth on that pretty, tan neck.
Spunk jetted up, coating Landon’s belly. That was it. Landon’s ass closed around him like the best kind of vise, and Adam groaned, bucking hard until he came, too.
Damn.
Damn, talk about spicy. This kid was something else. Like cayenne and white pepper. All the good Cajun seasonings.
Landon’s head lolled, heavy black eyelashes leaving shadows on his cheeks.
A flash of guilt hit his gut and took him by surprise a little. So fucking young. Adam hoped Landon had gotten his fill, because he knew damned well the kid deserved someone far better than him.
“Damned fine morning.” Landon stretched, body rippling around his flagging cock.
“It is. I’ll even buy you breakfast.” Adam pulled free and rolled away from Landon, doing the necessary work of disposing of the condom.
Landon chuckled, fingers brushing his hip. “I like eggs.”
“Do you? I like cinnamon rolls.” Adam kissed Landon’s neck one last time, already figuring he was going to miss it, which surprised him.
“You got a position on beignets?”
“I like them. They’re messy, but worth it.” Like Cajuns.
“Sister makes fair ones, but they ain’t as good as Maw-Maw’s were.”
Adam couldn’t seem to stop touching that brown skin, that tight body calling to him. “Tell me about your sister.”
“She’s a traiteur. Fierce with it. She looks like me—dark and on the small side. She sings a lot.”
“Yeah? In French or English?” Granny Taggart sang a lot, too, always some weird pop thing.
“She likes Reba and that Kelly girl from the singing TV show.”
“Well, there you go.” Adam finally let go and sat up. “We should get some food.”
“I’d like that.” Landon stretched. “And about a gallon of coffee. You okay, cher? You look pinched, some.”
“I’m good. The bed in here is a touch small.” He went for a smile, and he thought it held pretty well.
“Little. ’Bout the size of mine at home, I guess, so I didn’t notice.”
Christ. Now Adam felt like an asshole. Like he was lording shit over the kid. “Wanna help me out? I need to see to the horses before we eat.”
“Hell, yes.” Landon bounced up, eager as hell, dragging on his boots. “Those babies are well loved.”
Adam tugged on his clothes. “They are, but it’s nice to have a hand.”
“Well, sure. I swear, when the folks call on me at home, I hear that from them. Sometimes you just need another set of fingers.” Landon kept chattering, the words musical and sing-songy, but damned hard to follow.
Adam listened, all the way through the feeding and grooming and breakfast. Hell, he liked to hear Landon talk. He had no idea how he was going to get along now without hearing it.
“Where you headed next?”
“I think San Antonio. You?”
“I got to get home to Sister, then to Baton Rouge.” Landon rolled his eyes. “I got to get this check home for taxes, then I’m back to working. I… Can I ask you something?”
“Sure you can.” Adam wasn’t sure he wanted to know what Landon had to say.
“Is there something wrong with Jason Scott? I mean, I heard him talk and all, so I know there ain’t nothing wrong with his brain, but he ain’t the kind that needs to be moved down, neither.”
“He’s working on things. He has some vertigo from hitting his head.” That wasn’t a lie, at least.
“That when shit goes all spinny?”
“Yep. Makes it hard to stay on a bull.” To say the least.
“No shit on that.” Landon chewed his bottom lip. “He’s sticking good, though, so it’ll get fixed.”
“It will.” Adam felt a little bad not telling Landon the whole truth, which was just downright silly. Jason’s business wasn’t Adam’s to tell.
“Wish Mr. Sam was all fixed up. Hate seeing someone so low.”
Adam gave Landon a sideways glance. The kid acted like there was nothing wrong at all with Sam, so it surprised Adam to hear it. “He’s better all the time, huh? We’re getting maudlin. Breakfast.” He said it firmly, stroking Landon’s hair back off his face.
“Eggs. Coffee. Grits.” Landon kissed his palm, all smiles again. “Lord, it’s good to know you, Adam, I swear to God.”
Adam couldn’t help but smile back at that expression, his heart lightening despite itself.
“Ditto.”