Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
“Dillon? What is all this paperwork shit from the damn bank?”
They kept sending shit in the mail and calling and stuff. This was why he just had the simple check account, damn it.
“It’s just confirmation of your new investments, babe. We need to file them.”
“My briefcase is gonna get full.” He had an old briefcase that he kept his papers in, carried it around with him.
“I can set up a little fireproof safe for the stuff you don’t want to haul around.” His cowboy was so organized.
“Oh, I got a safety deposit box for that stuff. The serious stuff.”
“Yeah? Okay. We can take it down with us and put it all there.” Dillon grinned, coming in carrying a strand of lights.
“Okay.”
He chuckled at Pansy, who was following Dillon, watching the lights move.
“She’s obsessed.” Dillon shook the lights. Pansy bounced.
“She’s beautiful.” He reached over, scratched Jerome’s dewlap.
“They both are.” Dillon turned in a circle. “So. Mantel?”
“Surely.” He leaned back, going through the mail. “I like where we put the tree.”
It was visible from the hot tub, from the sofa. Perfect.
“I do, too! I think it’s still a little bare, though, huh?”
They’d gotten lights and a topper and some fun things, but Dillon wanted to do popcorn or something.
“We keep getting ornaments in the mail, though. Look at these!” Coop had sent this package. It was the baby’s handprint in clay or something.
“Oh, look at that. Dillon peered at it. “Man, that’s cool. We need to gather them all up and put them on the tree, too.”
“They’re coming from all over.” His phone rang and he grabbed it. AJ. “Hey, Aje, how’s Missy?”
“Hey, Gramps. They want to keep her in the hospital, but she’s better.”
“Yeah? Good news. How’s Jase and Andy?”
He gave Dillon the thumbs-up.
Dillon grinned and boogied before going over to string lights. The bassets followed, all fascinated.
He watched that ass, tongue on his lips.
AJ was saying something but he missed it. Dillon was so hot.
“I… Whut?”
Look at that ass…
“I was just saying we’re looking forward to seeing you, but there ain’t no need to come a’runnin’.”
“I’ll be there soon, buddy. You know I will.”
Later.
After their holiday.
“I know. I just wanted to let you know. Oh, I had the kids all make something. It’s in the mail. Tell Dillon, huh?”
“Sure. Sure. Thanks, Aje. You take care. I got a big box coming for all y’all.” Toys and clothes, books on CD for Jase, a gift certificate for a weight bench for Andy.
“Oh, you’re the top, Gramps. Thanks. It’s been a little Western around here.”
“I bet it has.” No guilt. No guilt.
“I’ll talk atcha again soon, man. Just wanted to fill you in.”
“Any time, son. Any time.”
“So, how’s it going, babe? Missy better?” Dillon moved back and forth, his butt almost hypnotizing.
“Uh-huh.” He nodded, watching. Left. Right. Left. Right.
“Cool. She home?”
He was almost sad when Dillon got the lights in place.
“Huh? No. She’s staying in the hospital.”
“Oh. Well, I’m sure AJ will keep us updated.” Dillon came over, pecking a kiss on his lips.
“Uh-huh.” He wanted Dillon to dance for him.
“You’ve got that look, babe. I like that look.” Dillon was smiling, eyes twinkling.
“What look?” He could put on the iPod stereo deal.
“Like you’re pondering naughty things.” Stroking his cheek, Dillon grinned at him wider. “What do you want, babe?”
Coke’s cheeks hurt he was blushing so hard. “I…”
He’d never actually asked Dillon to do this for him.
Dillon tilted his head. “What? Come on, babe. You know I’m easy when it comes to you.”
He just took the bulls by the horns. “Dance for me?”
Those lean cheeks heated some, and Dillon made this hot noise. “Yeah? Yeah, okay, Pick some music.”
“Yeah. Okay, yeah.” He adjusted his cock and went to the stereo. He even knew which playlist.
Sexy kitty.
Dillon had stripped down a little by the time he got done fiddling. A lot, actually. The boxer-brief look might ruin him for life.
He stood there a second, stared.
Oh, fuck. Beautiful man.
That was before the music even started. When the heavy bass kicked in, Dillon started to move, hips swaying.
Coke grabbed the back of the couch, let it lead him around so he didn’t have to look away from Dillon.
Eyes closed, Dillon swayed, turning in a slow circle.
He eased himself down, legs sprawled, eyes on that fine body.
Dillon gave it up for him, dancing like he never danced in the arena. That body could flat out move.
Coke undid his fly, hand slipping in his jeans, fingers rubbing almost thoughtlessly.
When Dillon turned back to face Coke, those blue eyes widened, Dillon moaning for him a little. “Coke…”
“Uh-huh. So hot, cowboy. Ain’t nothing finer.”
“Love the way you look at me.”
Dillon rocked, bumping and grinding slowly.
His hand moved in time with the music, fingers tugging the tip on each and every upstroke.
God, he hoped to hell they never used this song in the show. He’d never be able to hear it again without thinking of Dillon’s hips moving like that.
His hand moved slower. He wanted this to last and last.
Dillon grinned at him for a moment before turning again, ass wiggling and gyrating.
“Fuck…” His teeth sank into his bottom lip, and his hips jerked up.
Dillon glanced back, then laughed out loud and shoved those tight shorts down.
“Laughing at me…” He grinned over, his own laughter bubbling up inside him.
“That was pure joy, babe.” This time when Dillon faced him there were all number of things bouncing.
“Yeah. I’m going to want you to ride me, after.”
“I can so do that.” The song hit its crescendo, and Dillon really let him have it all, popping and bouncing and moving like a wet dream.
Coke found himself on his knees, wrapping his hands around Dillon’s hips, tugging him closer.
“Mmm. Hey, babe.” Dillon stroked his hair, swaying with him.
“Hey.” His lips were on Dillon’s belly.
“Feels so good.” That belly was flat as a board, and hot as fire.
“Need you.” He bent as best he could, got the tip of Dillon into his mouth.
“Oh, babe.” Dillon thrust for all of five seconds before moving away. “We can do this on the couch. Come on.”
He scooted back, got himself up on the couch, and shoved his jeans down.
Dillon helped, then pushed him so he was stretched out. That lean body turned, Dillon’s hips swinging around to hover above his face.
“Dillon.” He grabbed the finest ass in rodeo, hands landing with a slap as he tried to get Dillon in.
Obliging, Dillon pushed, even as that hot mouth closed around Coke’s dick. God, the man had the best ideas.
Jesus. Yes. Coke sucked hard, the images of that fine body dancing for him still playing in his head.
It was like Dillon was still dancing for him anyway. The man moved on him like a dream, letting him suck, sucking him hard.
His whole body was on fire and he made sure to give Dillon all he had, pulling but good.
Dillon moaned around his cock, rocking up and down, lips and tongue working him.
Oh, cowboy. Fuck. He closed his eyes, encouraging Dillon to push down, take his mouth.
This was way easier on his neck than kneeling had been, which meant all he had to do was breathe and let Dillon do the work.
The hard muscles in that ass moved as Dillon fucked his lips.
He gripped that tight butt with both hands, loving every minute of it, knowing this man was his. All the way to the bone.
He swallowed around the tip, groaning as Dillon jerked for him.
Dillon’s weight got a little heavier, that mouth taking him all the way in. All the way so Dillon could swallow around him.
His arms wrapped around Dillon’s waist and he tugged the man in as they humped together.
These incredible sounds came from deep in Dillon’s body, echoing around his cock. It felt so damned good.
His hips rolled, and all he knew was his cowboy—the smell, the heat, the taste.
Dillon was everything. All around him. So hot and good and the drops that fell on his tongue made him want more.
Coke moaned, sucked harder and harder, demanding that Dillon give it up for him.
He got what he wanted a few seconds later. Dillon blew like a blue norther, giving it all up for him.
Coke swallowed hard, tongue slapping on Dillon’s cock, drawing it out.
Dillon moaned for him, mouth slack around him for a few moments. Then his cowboy got back with the program, sucking him good and deep.
“Cowboy. Cowboy.” He kissed the tip of Dillon’s cock, one thigh. Fuck, it was good.
Dillon pushed one hand under his butt, pulling him up. Not enough to put an arch on his back, but enough to give him good friction.
Yeah.
Yeah.
“More.”
His cowboy gave him more. Hell, the man bobbed up and down like a madman, sucking Coke like it was the only thing Dillon wanted to do.
He started cursing, pure filth coming out of him as he worked to get to his orgasm.
A low moan sounded, Dillon dancing on top of him, sucking harder and harder. The tiniest edge of teeth hit him right at the base, just enough to sting.
Coke shot so hard his eyes rolled, his feet banging on the couch.
Dillon eased him back down to earth, licking his softening cock, rough cheek rubbing his belly.
“C… Cowboy.”
He was flying.
“Love you, babe.” Dillon was laughing, and Coke knew the sound was just pure joy.
“Love. Man, you rock my world.” He grinned against Dillon’s hip.
“Thank God. I would hate to think you were fantasizing about Nate all this time.” Oh, butthead.
“Oh, oh, ew!.” He swatted Dillon’s butt but hard.
“Ow!” Dillon wiggled for him, though. The man did love a good smack.
“Perv.” He popped Dillon again, lighter this time.
“Mmm. I can’t help it. You have these hands.”
“I do. I have two.”
“They’re amazing. They make me want things.” Dillon wiggled about, coming up face to face with him.
“Hey.” He grinned, took a kiss. “Happy?”
“Very. I love to dance for you.”
“Good. I love to watch.”
“I know! What a wonderful world.” That man was goofy as well as pervy.
“That it is, cowboy.” He cast his eye across the room. “Pansy’s fixin’ to get the lights.”
“Shit.” Dillon hopped up and went to rescue Christmas.