Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Adam whistled, rubbing a cloth over Leelia’s glossy coat. She’d earned her keep tonight, barely keeping herself from getting gored at one point. She was fairly new to the Triple T brand, but she was going to be a champion roping horse.
He might even give her to Bri to compete on once she was trained.
Landon was singing somewhere in the back of the arena—Adam could hear the weird sing-songy tones, happy as a fucking bird.
Grinning, he adjusted his tune, humming along. They sounded like some bizarre pair of warblers. Each and every horse was seen to, whether Landon knew them or not. They were admired, sung to, chatted up. Even the meanest, toughest mounts out there loved Landon.
Adam might be a little jealous, in fact. Whether it was of the horses or Landon, he wasn’t sure.
A black-as-night head popped up over the next stall over. “Evenin’, cher.”
“Hey, honey.” Grinning over the gate, Adam nodded. “You working hard?”
“Nope, jus’ lovin’ on the horses. There’s one little mare with a cracked hoof. She been in the mud too long.”
“No shit?” Adam frowned. “She shouldn’t be bucking then.”
Landon nodded. “I done doctored her, but someone best keep her dry for a bit.”
“Tell me where, and I’ll get with the stockman.”
“She’s in the stall by that pretty buckskin. I put all hay down for her to stand on.”
“Good deal.” If she was with Chet Matkin’s stock, then it was just an oversight. The man was good to his horses.
“You want me to finish up here for you?” Landon straddled the wall, Leelia leaning over against him, loving on him.
“Sure. She’s spoiled as all hell—she’ll give you a muscle brushing her out.”
“She did a good job tonight, though.” Landon took the brush, pushing right in with her.
“Hell, yeah. She’s a good ’un, and I bet Bri steals her from me.” He couldn’t resist copping a feel of Landon’s ass when he went by. Tight, firm, hard, his. Fuck—that was sweet. He needed a piece of that again, as soon as possible.
He hunted for Chet, the older cowboy nowhere to be seen. There was a guy he didn’t know, though, in the stalls with that buckskin.
“Hey, man. Did you know this mare here has a cracked hoof?” He pointed to the sweet little girl who could buck like a fiend from hell.
“Huh? No.” Near black eyes appeared over the top of the stall. “Chet’s got himself the flu. Man’s down. I’m just helping out ’til he gets on his feet. Luis.”
One square hand was handed through the slats to shake, then the little banty rooster of a man slipped out. Normally, Adam would have taken his time to admire—the guy was hot. He wasn’t Landon, though.
“Oh, man,” Adam said. “The flu sucks. One of the riders noticed it this morning.” He waved over the stall at the mare. “She’s got a mudfoot.”
“Oh, damn it.” Luis peered in. “Oh, did you put hay down for her? That’s decent of you. I got antibiotics and a boot in my truck.”
“Landon did. Kid’s got a real way with horses.”
“Cajun boy?” At his nod, Luis chuckled. “Kid’s one hell of a roper. Shit bull-rider, though.”
Adam laughed, surprising himself. “That’s where the money is, though, huh?”
“You know it. Me? I’m just a horse guy. I brought in some horses for the hazers.”
“Well, maybe we should chat. My people raise horses. We’re always on the lookout for new bloodlines.”
Luis pulled out a business card, handed it over. “I’m available. I need to deal with Wendy, here, but if you want to get a beer later, holler.”
“Sure.” He walked away, wondering for the first time if a man was interested in him. Adam usually knew, but he hadn’t even looked for the signs. He wasn’t sure he cared.
His Cajun was waiting on him.
He headed back to Leelia’s stall, searching for that little nut-brown man. Maybe they could find lunch. She’d been fed, watered, and nickered at him as he passed by, stamping playfully.
“Don’t let her fool you, she had carrots.”
“No apples for her, huh?” He grinned at Landon, ducking into the shade of the trailer the kid stood by.
“Nope.” Landon was fanning himself, shirt mostly open, sweat on his dark throat.
“She give you a workout?” Adam licked his lips. Maybe he would have Landon for lunch.
“Sun’s warm.” Landon’s eyes were on his mouth.
Adam felt like a fucking teenager. This was ridiculous. Fun as hell. He’d had a lot of sex in his life, but only one other man had made him this happy, and that man was more and more a memory these days.
“I want you, cher. I want to suck you. Want your cock, oui?”
“Now. In my trailer.” Adam grabbed Landon and tugged him. Yes. Now.
Landon’s laughter followed along, happy and wicked. The sound made him grin, made him hungry. Lord, this whole thing made him feel young. Strong fingers grabbed his ass, quick, playful, squeezing him.
“Oh-ho!” He yanked Landon inside the trailer, their chests thunking together.
Landon lifted his face, dark eyes dancing for him. Adam blinked. Christ. That feeling in his chest was… Wow. He didn’t want to call it love, not yet, but he thought he might have to.
“Kiss me, cher, ’fore I suck you dry.”
“Yeah.” That sounded like a plan. He half lifted Landon up against him, mouth coming down on those sweet lips. The happy sound that pushed into his kiss was pure sex. He ate it up, tongue sliding between Landon’s lips. Fuck, he loved how Landon opened up for him, wanted it.
He started tugging at clothes, trying to get that brown little body bare for him. He wanted to be able to see it all, from the tight ass to that lean, tan back. Adam pulled at Landon’s jeans, demanding.
“Uh-huh. You too.” Landon stripped for him, eager, unashamed.
“Me?” He thought about keeping his clothes on, just because it was so damned naughty, the idea of him being clothed and Landon being nude. He didn’t want to have to struggle out of the clothes at the end, though. He got naked, pushing Landon down in front of him.
Landon knelt up tall, lips open, tongue flicking at the tip of his cock. Christ—that felt good. Like a tiny flame, sliding along his skin. It fascinated him, how Landon acted like he was into it, like there wasn’t any place his Cajun wanted to be but right here.
He stroked that springy, black hair, then the sharp line of Landon’s cheekbone, letting his fingers wander.
Landon took him in, lips wrapping around his cock. The heat made his teeth clench and his balls draw up. He rocked up on his toes, his heels leaving the floor. He pushed up with his hips, needing more.
Warm hands wrapped around his hips, drew him in, Landon’s mouth like a brand against him.
Adam thrust hard, his eyes falling closed.
He needed this like water or air. The pressure was fierce, strong, Landon’s suction like he was starving and Adam was a feast. He grinned a little, thinking that was probably a bad comparison.
There had been that incident with Chrissie and the vacuum when they were fourteen. Still made him shudder.
He swallowed his chuckle, not wanting Landon to think he was laughing at him. Nothing Landon did was laughable, at least not right now.
His cock slipped in deep, and he felt Landon swallow, throat clenching around the tip of his dick.
“Uhn.” He pulled in his belly, trying to hold on.
Landon stared up at him, the expression on the man’s face pure bliss.
That was enough to make Adam’s balls pull up, his body quivering with the need to come.
Warm fingers wrapped around his nuts, tugging them steadily, firmly.
A hard cry burst out of him, along with everything else in him.
He gave Landon everything he had, his orgasm leaving his legs shaking and weak.
Landon groaned, licking and lapping, cleaning his cock.
He reached down, stroking Landon’s hair. “Lord, you’re good at that.”
“Mmm. Like it, too.” Which was a good thing, for a queer cowboy. If you hated sucking cock, well, it was hard to get a date.
Adam grinned. “You want to come on up here?”
Landon stood, launching himself at Adam. Adam caught him, kissing that swollen mouth, really tasting. His salt was on Landon’s tongue and he groaned, deepening the kiss.
He pushed his hands under Landon’s ass, lifting that hot little man up against him so he could feel Landon’s hardness. Sucking him had given the kid an amazing hard-on. “Horny little fucker.”
“Hell, yes. For you.” Landon looked at him like the sun was rising behind him. Like he’d hung the fucking moon.
What the hell could he do but kiss that mouth again?
Landon moaned for him, hips rolling lazily. That compact form was deceptive—Landon was strong as hell, could cling like a limpet. The needy son of a bitch didn’t back away from him at all. No, if anything, they got close enough to crawl into each other’s skin.
“Touch me. Please, cher. I ache for you.”
“Where, honey?” He was just enough of a tease to want Landon to ask.
“You can start wherever you want, cher, so long as I get to come at the end.”
“You get to come as many times as you want.” Landon was naked, hard, and Adam had to start with that straining dick.
“Ooeee!” Landon tensed, forcing that pretty cock into his hand.
“That’s pretty, honey. Hot for me.” Adam tugged, giving Landon some friction.
“Burnin’. Lawd, cher. I need it bad, you.” Sometimes Landon jabbered for him and it was like music. He wouldn’t let the obvious comparison to his ex-lover Beau derail him.
The similarity ended at both of them being Cajuns, damn it. Landon was…here. Right here. Now. And in his heart, Adam knew Beau had never looked at him the way Landon did. Not once.
Landon moaned, tongue tracing his lips, begging for him.
Adam gave everything he could, kissing Landon deep, pulling that hot cock in a brutal rhythm. His sides were squeezed, Landon’s knees digging in.
“I do love to see you like this, honey.”
“Dreamed ’bout you my whole life.”
“Did you?” Landon said the cutest shit. Adam rewarded that with a thumb pushing against Landon’s slit.
“Oui. Oui, dans mon reve.”
In his dreams. Landon really believed it, Adam could tell. He felt the weight of that statement deep in his belly—it was a lot to live up to.
He tightened his fingers, working the tip, making Landon arch. He wanted Landon to come, wanted to feel it. Adam leaned forward, bit Landon’s shoulder, and his Cajun hooted, spunk splashing on his hand. God, that was perfect, watching Landon do that little bump and grind dance for him.
“That was good, honey. Real good. I needed that.”
“Uh-huh.” Landon grinned at him. “Makes a good day.”
“Sure does.” He nuzzled just under Landon’s ear, smelling clean sweat, horses.
They settled on the bed, Landon solid in his lap. He breathed in Landon’s scent, licking at the sweaty skin. Landon rested against him, breathed, moaned.
He stroked Landon’s back. “So, what else did you get up to today, besides horses?”
“I helped Warner James with his roping demo and then I hazed some.”
“Anyone do any good?” The bulldoggers had been having a helluva time lately.
“Hell, no. It’s like they all forget how to jump.”
“Long as no one got hurt.” They all hated to see one of the guys go down hard or break something.
“Nah. I don’t like to have that. What about you? You have a decent morning?”
“I did. Met a new breeder who has a few fillies I might look at.”
“Yeah? Y’all could use a couple girls that throw runners.”
“We could.” They had a great bloodline for cutting horses and working stock, but they could use some speed. His brothers would be shocked at what Landon knew about their horses.
Maybe he should take Landon back to the ranch for a few days. He wasn’t sure what Bri and Chrissie would think about that. They wouldn’t be ugly, not if he had anything to say on it, but they might be…reserved. Landon was awful young. Very Cajun. Not real educated.
“You got smoke comin’ out your ears, cher.”
“I know. I’m thinking hard.” He wasn’t ashamed of Landon. Or his family. He had no idea how they’d mix, though, and that made him ponder hard.
“That ain’t good for you.” Landon kissed him again.
“I know. Causes burnout.”
“Uh-huh. You think you and me could go riding some day?”
“Hell, yes. I was thinking you could go with me. Home.” He held his breath, waiting.
“Yeah? I can do that.” Just easy as pie, not a bit of worry. Just yes.
“Well, then, you let me know when you can go.” Landon had a sister who needed him at home at least part of the time, and Adam wanted to be fair.
“I’ll call Sister, see what she’s needing, and we’ll figure it.”
“Good deal.” He closed his eyes, ready to have a little rest. Orgasms were hard work.
Landon’s cheek rested on his chest, his Cajun settling in. It felt perfect, just relaxing together.
He leaned his chin on Landon’s hair, the scent of Ivory soap and whatever that weird salve his lover swore on familiar as breathing.
So weird, how quick he’d gotten used to this, to Landon.
A little scary, too, but he thought he could cope with this.
He’d have to, if he wanted to keep his Cajun in his life, and Adam knew for a fact that he did.
Weird.
He needed to talk to his brothers. Talk about this. Let them know what was going on. Adam shivered. That meant this was serious.
“Shh. I got you, cher. I got you.” Landon wasn’t even really awake.
“I know, honey. I know.” That was the one thing that made sense. The rest was just his shit, and he had to get it figured out.