Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Lord have mercy, it was stinky under here. Landon wrapped a bandana around his face and headed deeper under the house, searching for whatever was smelling like death wrapped in farts.
He did hate this part of doing handyman work. Lord, yes. Mr. Beau’s Grandmère had asked him to do it, though, and they was all heading to his place tomorrow, so now was it. His eyes watered. Whatever it was, well, it was ripe.
“You find it yet?” Mr. Coke sounded altogether too amused. That was easy enough being out in the open air, standing there and watching.
“No, sir. Think I found Mr. Beau’s old stash of porn.”
“Oh, now!” Mr. Sam’s hoot was right on cue.
Looked like he was drawing a crowd. He kinda wondered why he was doing this, with all these able-bodied bodies around. Maybe they liked playing shove the Cajun under the house.
The scent of ’gator hit him, about a second before he saw it. “Shit, marthy. ’Gator!”
“Landon! Get out of there.” Beau was shouting and stomping, which he hoped would send the cocodrie the other way.
“Uh-huh.” He started backing up, and the big motherfucker lunged and hissed at him, showing all those teeth. Okay. Okay, shit.
“Careful, chou.” Beau was making a lot of noise, and someone was banging a spoon against a pan.
“Somebody best get some duct tape…” If he could just get M’sou Gator’s mouth closed.
“I got it.” That was AJ Gardner, and he could hear the boots thumping as the man ran inside. That made the ’gator turn about a couple of times, hunting for the new threat.
“Landon? Get out of there.” His cher sounded plumb aggravated. Adam could be grumpy about the weirdest things.
“I’m a bit stuck, cher,” he called back, and M’sou Gator stared at him with black eyes and opened its mouth again.
“Well, then I’m coming in.” Adam wiggled in next to him, a loop drawn up to toss at the ’gator. Oh, now, his man was a good roper. That might work.
“You gon’ get dirty.” Still, he could use the help. “I’ll grab his mouth, you slip the loop for me.”
“What? No…”
Landon lurched forward, grabbed the ’gator’s muzzle and squeezed hard, bracing himself for the roll that was coming. Adam moved ‘most as fast, the loop hissing as loud as the ’gator, accurate as hell.
“Keep it tight!” They rolled, the ’gator carrying him, slamming him into one of the house beams.
“Shit.” Adam grunted, wiggling around him to keep the rope taut. He’d thought Adam was better on horseback, but that was impressive squirming.
He didn’t answer, there was mud in his mouth. Adam started tugging and Landon started pushing, his ass sliding in the dirt. Then the ’gator headed in the other direction, moving backward.
“I got his tail, y’all!” Gramps Pharris hollered.
“Well, hold on!” AJ flew in like a baseball player sliding into third base, a roll of duct tape in his hand. If they could get that mouth taped, they could stop stressing everyone out.
Including M’sou Gator.
Between the three of them, they got him signed, sealed, and delivered, then Landon hollered. “Pull, Gramps!”
There was a groan and a creak and bang, there he went. Mr. Coke was strong as hell. AJ whooped, crawling past him, grinning like a fool.
They all scrambled out, and he threw himself on the critter, trying to keep him from thrashing with his body weight. Poor thing would kill itself, fighting. “Beau! Beau, where you want him?”
“I’ll call the nuisance ’gator man. Y’all lay down on top of him and it will keep him calm.”
“’Kay.” He covered the big beast’s eyes, grinning up at Mr. Sam. “I figured out what was stinkin’.”
“You done fished a toad of teeth,” Sam said. “Good job, you. Beer after.”
“You know it.” He’d had more beer in the last week than he’d had in a year. Maybe since Beau’s last fais do do.
Adam snorted, right there on the beast’s neck. “After I beat your ass.”
“Huh? I caught it. Nice ropin’, by the way.”
“You should never have been under there.” Adam gave him a hard glare.
“Mr. Beau asked me to.” Silly cowboy. Always so worried about things that couldn’t really hurt him. Too much.
“Well, that doesn’t mean you have to do it.” Adam grimaced when the ’gator grunted. “You could have gotten killed.”
“Me?” He was a Cajun. ’Gators gave him a free pass.
“Yes. You.” They was nose to nose, well, to nose, since the ’gator was right there.
Adam’s eyes flashed, hot, and Landon felt his body try to respond, which, whoa bad. ’Gator. Not hot, rough post-danger sex. Seriously.
“Cousin Yves is comin’, y’all. He’ll be here in a couple.” Beau walked over to stare down at the ’gator. “Nice catch.”
“Merci. Good size, him, eh? Especially to be under the house. He had him some food stashed.”
“Yeah. Yves will be tickled.”
“Well, bully for him. How soon can he be here?” Adam was plumb put out, jaw jutting, lips flat-lined.
“Ooeee! Lookit you, cuz, you done found yourself a pair of boots!” A lanky Cajun in a pair of overalls and snakeskin boots stomped over.
“Hey, now.” Landon chuckled. “He just needs to be relocated.”
Landon was eased off and Yves just did his thing while someone pushed a cold beer into his hand. “Good job, Nutbutter.”
“Merci.”
Adam had stepped back, too, and stood a few feet away, watching him, eyes glittering.
“You’d best go warsh, Landon, you’re filthy.” Mr. Beau smiled at him. “You can use the big shower. We’ll get the food stash he had.”
“Thanks. Lord, I’m a mudbug.”
“I’ll walk you to the barn,” Adam said, putting a hand under his elbow.
“You okay, cher?” He followed along, damn near running to keep up. Adam had long old legs.
“Uh-huh. Mostly. That was a crazy stunt, Landon.” Adam pulled him along so fast his feet might not have touched the ground.
“Huh? I didn’t know Mr. Gator was up under there.” Not that he wouldn’t have gone, he’d’ve just took him some duct tape in the first place.
“Those things have big teeth.” Adam sounded like he was working up a real head of steam.
“Uh-huh. Chompers, and they hiss, eh? Glad you can throw a loop.”
“Me, too. Christ.” They got to the barn, and Adam dragged him to his room, still muttering.
He started stripping down, his clothes soaked and foul. Adam was acting like he’d never wrassled an alligator before. He did it once a month or more at home. Sister didn’t like ’gators on her porch.
Adam grabbed him before he was even naked, yanking him close. Kissing him silly. Lord have mercy. He groaned, eyes rolling as Adam fucked his lips with that hot tongue and made his knees buckle.
Grabbing his ass, Adam lifted him, kissing harder, pushing him higher.
Oh. Oh, hell yes. “Cher.” He bit the word out before diving into the kiss again.
Adam moaned, pressing him back against the wall.
Landon wasn’t sure what bee had crawled up Adam’s butt, and he didn’t care. He just didn’t want it to stop. The man was wild for him, rocking his world, making him pant with need.
Adam’s dick was hard as diamonds, driving against him, making honey-sweet promises, and Landon was all over that. He could take that hot flesh and give it all the love he deserved.
“Want you, cher.” He wrapped one leg around Adam’s ass, heel digging in, pressing into Adam’s thigh.
“God, yes. Now.” There was a note of pure need in Adam’s voice—a growl that he’d never heard before and it damn near had him shooting, then and there.
His body was strung out like a bow, his breath huffing out in a rush.
Adam stumbled back, tottering them over to the bed and sitting, bringing Landon down with him. He ended up straddling Adam’s hips, his hands on Adam’s chest. Adam’s fingers were like iron, wrapped around his hips, moving him against that hard cock. They were so hot they might burn down the barn.
“In me. Adam, cher. Bon. Please.” He babbled like a loony bird, just begging, his body feeling like fire licked at him.
“God, Landon. I’m not sure I can wait.” Adam’s face was set in hard lines of pleasure, mouth tight.
He cried out, grabbed Adam’s cock in one hand, shoving Adam’s other hand toward his hole. “Touch me.”
Adam nodded, reaching for him, fingers pushing against his entrance, just like he needed. Like his body craved. This man was part of him.
“Fuck, yeah.” He jacked Adam, fast and furious, his body taking those fingers in. Landon was determined to get them there, get Adam buried deep inside him.
“So fucking hot, honey.”
Well, yeah. He was damn well burning alive. He twisted, trying to get more of the sensations as Adam opened him up.
The rhythm of his hand stuttered and he was caught, trapped in Adam’s touch. He could barely breathe—all he could do was shake. Maybe beg. “Cher… Cher, please.” He started jabbering, all sorts of words pouring from him as he fought to come.
“I know, honey.” Adam pulled away, fingers slipping free. That wasn’t what Landon wanted at all.
“Adam!” His entire body tried to follow, craving that touch.
“Whoa, honey. Just let me…” Adam lifted him, spread him, pulling him down on that hot cock.
“Fuck…” His eyes rolled back in his head, his teeth clicking together.
“That’s we’re doing, right?” Adam sounded breathless, but somehow amused.
“Huh?” He didn’t wait for an answer—mainly because he didn’t give a shit. Landon started moving, riding that fat, fucking cock hard and fast.
Adam rocked up into him, letting him feel it, giving him heat and need and wonder. Every inch of Adam’s dick stretched him, pushed deep, filled him.
Crying out, Adam moved faster, skin beading up with sweat. Landon wanted to close his eyes, he wanted to keep them open to see everything, he wanted to scream.
Maybe he would do all of that.
What he did do was grab Adam’s arm and grip, encouraging Adam to move faster. It worked, too, with Adam really slamming into him, really moving now. It was like riding a bucking bull, a little.
His eyes crossed and his balls drew up tight. “Gonna.”
“Well, come on, honey. Do it now.” Adam’s voice was purely wicked, plumb naughty, and it made everything that much better. Made it okay to let go.
Landon squeezed his eyes shut, his heartbeat stuttering when he came. He cried out, unable to hold it in.
He felt Adam inside him, wet and hot. Lord have mercy. That had been like a hurricane party, all wind and thunder.
Laughter bubbled up inside him, his bones themselves happy. “Lawd, I’m gon’ have to wrassle ’gators more often.”
“You do and I’ll beat you bloody.” Adam purely growled at him, hand on his ass, pinching one cheek.
“Oh, cher. It just be part of my job for folks.” So dear, his cowboy, to worry about something so silly.
“I love you.” It just seemed to pop out, and Adam blinked, like he hadn’t even known he would say it.
“Good.” He nodded, gave Adam a peck. “I’m yours, cher. For always.”
“You’d better mean it. I’ve decided to keep you.”
“Okay.” Landon held Adam’s gaze, just as sure as anything. The only thing left was for Adam to meet Sister.
Not that she wouldn’t approve. She had to. Adam was his.