Chapter 6
Chapter Six
When Landon made enough money to pay the taxes on the land, he was getting a bigger truck.
He leaned the seat back as far as he could, covered his face with his hat, and tried to get more sleep before Adam got there.
Lord knew, once his cowboy showed, there wasn’t gonna be more napping.
Landon had ridden four bulls today. Four.
Two re-rides, one eighty-six point long round ride, and one short go for a payout of just about twice the fees he’d paid into the event.
Lord.
Sister was going to shit a pink Twinkie of joy.
His body, though? It was tired to the bone. Everything had been twisted and spun and jostled. He wasn’t one hundred percent sure he still had his balls.
A knock on the truck window had him jumping like to break his head open.
“I ain’t drinking!”
“No? Well, let me buy you a beer, honey.” Adam. The man must have flown to get here so fast.
“Cher, how you been, bon homme?” Lord, Adam was the finest son of a bitch ever.
“Been okay. Needed to get away for a bit, though.” Adam looked him over when he stepped out of the truck. “You need a shower, huh?”
“Rode four today. Came straight from the arena.” He was bruised—toes to scalp.
“Christ.” Adam took him by the elbow. “Well, since I ain’t riding, I didn’t bring the trailer. I got us a room at the Marriott.”
“Mmm. Door with a lock and bed with springs.” Best of all was the idea of a tub. “Let me get my gear.”
“Sure.” Adam let him go for all of two minutes. Someone had grabby hands.
“How you been? Seems likes eons.” Hell, it’d been weeks.
“Working my ass off. You?” Adam’s boot heels rang on the asphalt.
“The same. I been ridin’, workin’. Did some roofin’ and a bit of plumbin’. Me and Sister helped a mare whelp triplets. Triplets, can you believe it? I ain’t never, never seen that before. Laurel says it’s a sign.” Damn, Adam was tall, fast, hard to keep up with and talk to at the same time.
“A sign of what?” Adam slowed a little when Landon tripped.
“Who the hell knows, cher?” He snorted. “She’s a witchy type.”
“Oh.” They got to Adam’s truck, and Adam helped him in, leaning to give him a quick, hard kiss before shutting the door.
Whoa. That kiss tilted his world on its axis, made him a little stupid. He blinked from it, licking his lips. Adam was whistling when he climbed into the cab, a cheery little song. The sound made Landon smile.
“It’s good to see your face, Vieux.”
“It’s good to see you, too.” Adam’s eye lines wrinkled up with a smile, even if his eyes stayed intent on the parking lot.
He leaned his head back, let the traffic zip by them. The hotel wasn’t far, and he didn’t get near enough of a nap on the way. It seemed all fancy and new, too.
“Oo-eee! We gon’ be all sparkly.”
Adam laughed. “They just built it, I guess. I figured the beds would be good.”
“Beds are good, but really, I’d be happy to see you in a barn.” Anywhere.
“Yeah?” He got a sideways kind of look as Adam parked. “I want you.”
“Well, thank God. I might die of blue balls otherwise.”
Adam laughed, the sound less rusty than it used to be. Every time he saw Adam it seemed to get easier. They headed up, hauling bags, and got checked in.
They were on the sixth floor, and god, that damned elevator was so slow, especially with his cowboy right there. They wasn’t alone, though, so he waited. And waited.
The six came up on the little window and they rushed out, bebopping down the hall, almost running. Adam had the door key out, and he popped the door open, yanking Landon inside.
Landon dropped his gear, pushed the door shut, and tossed his gimme cap to the side.
He didn’t even get to see it land. Adam slammed him back against the door, mouth covering his. Lord, yes. Please. He wrapped one leg around his cowboy, tugging them tight. The kiss made his head spinny, made him hump as hard as he could.
“Cher. Cher, so good, you.” He was fixin’ to lose his mind.
“Mmmhmm.” Adam was focused, kissing his mouth, holding him up against the door.
Landon started working on buttons. Adam’s shirt had lots.
He didn’t tear them, though, just worked them as patiently as he could.
His fingers shook a bit, so it was tough.
Especially with those damned kisses just going on and on, making him more than a little stupid.
He finally got Adam’s shirt open, stroking that fuzzy chest. He found him one tiny nipple, loving on it, encouraging it to peak on up.
A low, rough sound made him smile, told him that he was on the right track. He touched some more, squeezing the wee bit of flesh.
“Gon’ tear me up, cher?” He was teasing the bear. It was a dangerous game.
“I am. Gonna fuck you so good, honey.”
“Been needing.” Adam was better than any drug. “Bring it on.”
“Bed.” Adam turned, holding him up like he was a feather, heading to the bed. Landon landed on the mattress and bounced, and he would have complained about Adam leaving him there, except the man was going to get the condoms and the slick.
He got his boots off, unfastened his belt and fly. No use pretending he wasn’t a slut for it. He was fixin’ to toss his shirt across the room when Adam came back to him, tugged his jeans away and tossed them on the floor.
Landon groaned, his hand pumping his newly freed cock just once in pure joy. “Look at you.”
Hot, motherfucking man. Adam was tall, broad, lean muscles roping his arms and legs—that belly just calling out to be touched.
Lord above, he needed this like air or water.
He shimmied all the way out of his jeans, and Adam stared at him, eyes hot as hell.
Landon didn’t hide a bit, letting Adam see how bad he needed.
“God, I could just eat you up.” Adam crawled up on the bed, reaching for Landon’s cock.
“It’s a deal.” He arched right into the touch, those callused fingers rough on his skin but so damned good.
“Mmm. Want me to suck a little, honey? I don’t mind a bit.”
Landon’s eyes crossed. “Has there ever been a man, ever, that said no?”
Adam laughed out loud. “Well, there was that one time that Fearless Pharris had a neck brace on…”
“Cher. Adam. That ain’t sexy.” He wasn’t sure which was a worse reference. Broken neck or Gramps Pharris.
“No?” That grin was pure wickedness. “How’s this?” Adam bent and licked at Landon’s cock.
“B-better.” So much better.
“Mmmhmm.” Adam opened up and took him in, and he stared down, hardly able to believe this was real.
“Lord. Lord, cher. You got yourself a mouth.”
“Well, I sure hope so.” Adam popped off long enough to tease, but then went right back to sucking like a Hoover.
Landon’s eyes crossed, hips jerking up, pushing into Adam’s needy lips.
He wanted to give Adam everything, wanted to just let Adam take what he needed.
Those rough hands worked his thighs, his sac, spreading him wide.
He felt open, completely laid bare. He squirmed, trying to get more, to get that heat building in his belly a place to go.
Adam chuckled around his cock, hands sliding under his ass to tug him deeper. That mouth… Well, he sure was grateful for it. He stroked Adam’s bristly hair, belly rippling.
“Gon…” And he did, sweet as Tupelo honey, pouring himself right on out.
“Mmm. Goddamn, Landon.” Adam just watched him, let him go, licking his lips clean.
“Missing you, cher. Like a lost tooth, me.”
“Yeah? Well, I was thinking on you, too.”
“Good.” Landon pushed up, got himself an armful of cowboy.
Adam kissed him, making this happy noise that settled deep in Landon’s gut. They leaned back and he wrapped all around that lanky son of a bitch, holding on tight.
Moving against him, Adam grunted, the sound guttural, happy.
His cowboy. He pushed a hand between them, loving on that pretty cock, weighing it in his hand.
“Uhn.” Adam pushed against his palm, rubbing up and down.
He wanted to get the edge off, then they could bathe, eat, then fuck again. Landon pulled at Adam’s cock, driving him faster and faster, so proud of how he could make Adam crazy.
Adam bared his teeth, groaning for him, jerking into his hands. He watched every second, urging Adam on with nonsense words. Finally he pushed up, slammed their lips together, getting both hands into the action.
Thrusting hard, Adam rocked into his hands a few more times before wet heat coated his skin, Adam coming for him.
“Oui, oui, cher. Jus’ so.” Gorgeous man.
“Oh, damn, honey. That was fine.”
He brought his fingers to his mouth, licked them clean. Bitter and salt and pure Adam. He could live on that, if he could figure out how.
“Hungry.” Adam dragged him into another kiss, hard, deep enough his toes curled. Maybe they could, uh, have round two, then eat and sleep.
He wrapped his leg around Adam’s hip, dragging them together. He kissed back, his tongue sliding against Adam’s. His cowboy rolled them over, big hands wrapping around his ass. Hoo yeah. He could ride.
Landon nodded, making sure Adam understood he was willing, eager, and able.
Adam grinned. “We got slick stuff. Right there on the table.”
“Good man, gettin’ all ready to play.” He licked that lazy, wicked smile.
“I tried to think of everything.” Adam nodded, very seriously, but the smile kept showing through.
“You a brilliant man.” Landon grabbed the tube of slick, handed it over.
Adam just got down to business, getting those fingers good and wet before pushing back behind to Landon’s hole. The touch was sure, deep, perfect, and stole his breath a little bit. Maybe more than a little when Adam curled his fingers. Oh, Lord, that felt good.
“Cher.” His head popped right up, eyes rolling some.
“Uh-huh. Fuck, you’re tight. Can’t wait to be inside.”
“No need to wait.” He drew one leg up, spreading wider.
“That’s it, honey.” Adam lifted him up, fingers sliding free. “Need a glove.”
“Yes, sir.” He stretched for one, rubbing them together as he moved. So good, the feel of that big body against his. “Mmm. Good to touch you.”