Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
He’d gone from barrel to mechanical bull to horse. He’d wandered the pasture, worked the arena. Now it was time. Today.
This morning.
He sat on the sofa, thinking. Smoking. Listening to the sounds of shit outside.
“You ready, Mini?”
Bax came and sat next to him, hand landing on his thigh.
“I don’t know. I think so, yeah. I mean, it’s a level one. I did that fifteen years ago.”
“Just keep your eyes open, yeah?”
Bax hijacked his smoke, plucking it out of his fingers.
“Butthead.” He reached over, fingers twining with Bax’s. “Your leg’s okay?”
“It’ll do. I have a lot more weights to do, a lot more muscle building.”
Yeah, he knew that one all right. It sucked, but it was doable.
He grinned, feeling a little wicked. “You didn’t mind working out last night.” Man, that weight bench was sturdy.
Coughing, Bax whacked him. “Don’t make me choke to death on your smoke, asshole. Last night was somethin’ else. I had the best spotter.”
Yeah. Yeah, and he’d had one hell of a ride. “I’d do it anytime.”
“Not to mention that it works all your riding muscles.”
Oh, man, it was gonna be hard to get on a bull if he had a stiffie.
“It does. It’s like the perfect core exercise.” Up. Down. Back. Forth.
“It so is. From either side.”
A whisper of air was all the warning he got before Bax’s mouth landed on his.
Oh, hell yeah. He let Bax push him down on the sofa, trusting the fine son of a bitch to keep him in the middle.
Bax kissed him like a starving man, tongue pushing between his lips, tasting him deep. Now that the cast was off, Bax was a hell of a lot more agile, sliding between his thighs and pushing. Oh, hell yeah. He could have a ride. He wrapped one leg around Bax’s hip, holding tight.
“Mini.”
Licking a line down his neck, Bax bit him a little, right under his collarbone. Oral bastard.
“Yeah. Yeah. Come on. Got an edge.”
“I’m all about sanding off rough edges, Jase.”
Bax moved right on down, licking over to one nipple, lips wrapping around it.
Fuck. His eyes flew open, hands landing on Bax’s shoulder. “Damn. Damn, I. Bax.”
“Mmm.”
Still starving. That was his cowboy. Bax sucked hard, making him buck and twist.
It was like his muscles couldn’t decide whether to jerk, to go tight or loose. His other nipple got the same treatment, Bax licking and sucking and biting. Those lean hips moved between his legs, Bax humping like crazy.
“Making me bugnuts.”
One foot landed on the floor, his hips bucking up.
“Yeah?” Bax’s lips moved against his skin, making him shiver. “Wait until I get to sucking you.”
“Oh, Jesus.” His cock was harder than woodpecker’s lips.
“Gonna, Mini.” Moving lower, Bax kissed his belly before pushing down his sweats and rubbing one cheek against his cock.
“Oh. Oh, Bax. Cowboy.” His breath got all caught up in his throat, his throat gone all dry.
“I got you.” Bax licked at him, all careful like, but then just sucked him in, lips closing around him a little too hard. Didn’t matter. It still felt like heaven.
He spread all out, groaning, fingers touching Bax’s cheeks, chin.
They were bristly as hell, because Bax needed to shave, but he didn’t care about that either.
All he could care about was the feel of Bax’s mouth, moving up and down, taking him deep.
He did his dead-level best to not move, to let Bax do however, but fuck, it was tough.
Bax could read him, though, knew how much he needed more, and gave it to him.
One hand came up to cup his balls, pushing them up against the base of his cock, and Bax moved faster, harder.
Words started pouring out of him, letting Bax know how fucking hot it was, how fucking amazing it was. It got better, too, Bax more confident, those teeth tucked under Bax’s lips. Before long Bax was going all the way down, lips sealing around the base of his cock.
His hips started rocking, deep sounds pouring out of him. So good. So fucking good. Those hands urged him on, pulling at him, making him rock faster. He could almost see Bax, eyes closed, dark lashes lying on those sharp cheekbones, mouth around his… Yeah. Damn.
He grunted out a warning before he let loose, his balls just aching as he shot. Bax grunted back, but didn’t back off none, taking everything he had to give. His cowboy. His.
“I… Damn. Damn, Bax. So good.” Man, he had babyhead.
“Not bad at all, Mini. Not bad at all.”
Bax sounded hoarse, that voice rough and hot.
Jason tugged Bax up, took that mouth good and hard, thanking his cowboy as best he could. Bax just swarmed over him, moaning, loving on him, hands holding his head in place so the kiss could go deep. Hot.
He got one hand pushed in Bax’s sweats, fingers wrapping around the heavy prick, pumping like he was resining up his bull rope. Fuck, yes. Smelled so goddamn good.
“I… Oh. Jase. Please.”
Listen to that. Listen to Bax needing him like that. Bax’s fingers clutched against his shoulders, holding them still so Bax could use the leverage.
“Anything. Come on. You smell so fucking good, cowboy.”
“Oh, fuck, Jase.”
Bax bucked against him, their skin slapping together, and wet heat spilled over his hand. Bax gave it up so perfect.
“Man. Man, you…” He eased his strokes, nuzzling into Bax’s throat.
“Mmm. No, you, Mini.”
Chuckling, Bax licked at his skin, sounding as relaxed as he felt.
“Yeah.” Oh, now. He could get out there now, ride himself a bull or two, just for fun.
“You want some food before we start? Do you smell something burning?”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” He pulled away, hands searching. “No more cigarettes for you!”
“Well, you started it. Where were you gonna put it out? On your hand?”
Bax moved, too, rustling around, and finally he heard a satisfied grunt.
“Got it. Only burned a little hole in the rug.”
“Fuck you.” He started chuckling. “There’s a lid or something here somewhere.”
“Yeah? Oh. Well, then. Food?”
The burning smell faded to a dull roar.
“Yeah. Eggs?” He was learning to do those in the nuker.
“Sure. I’ll make some toast.”
Wasn’t neither one of them a cook, but they tended to avoid AJ and Missy’s kitchen in the morning, after those first few days, where the chaos had just got too much for Jason.
Besides, it was good, learning what he could do, how to figure shit.
They got through breakfast without setting anything else on fire, got dressed, and then suddenly it was time to ride. “You ready, Mini?”
“Yeah. Yeah, cowboy. I am.”
Fuck him.
He really was.