Chapter 23
“Get a hotel room,” was what Cole heard. His man was restless and had a head full of steam, and he might not be a bull rider but knew what Bodie needed.
The longer they were in this damn truck and sitting a foot apart, the more it was becoming what he needed too.
Privacy. Naked privacy.
“Are you feeling… ready to stop? Get a room?”
“Sounds perfect. We can pick up something—chicken sandwiches or something.”
“Sure. Keep your eyes open for a place.” He pulled off the highway and into a promising-looking town. The sign had said there was lodging so they’d find something.
“There’s a burger place next to the Best Western. Bingo. Maybe I’ll have a small shake.”
“We’re checking in first. We can walk over later.” He didn’t want food. He wanted his cowboy.
“Works for me.” Bodie grabbed their gear as soon as they parked, just about as focused as he felt. “Let’s check in.”
“Mhm.” He locked the truck and followed after, amused that Bodie had left him with nothing to carry. He supposed that left his hands free to haul out the credit card.
The check-in process was smooth and easy, and soon they were on the second floor in the back, overlooking the sad little swimming pool.
The room wasn’t fancy, but it seemed clean enough, and there was a solid door.
Which he locked. Then he took a couple of steps toward Bodie. “Alone. Finally.”
“Fucking A. Come here.” Bodie grabbed him, kissing him with a deep, unapologetic connection, lips crashing down on his.
Oh good, McDonalds could wait. Thank God.
He untucked Bodie’s shirt as the scent of the chutes filled his nostrils: bulls, leather, hay, and cowboy.
He hated it and loved it all at the same time.
Bodie grabbed him, one hand on his ass, one on the back of his neck, drinking him in like air.
He got hold of Bodie’s perfect ass and pulled their hips tight together, grinding against his lover for a second, then gave Bodie a light shove, just enough that he could get his fingers on the buttons of the cowboy’s shirt.
Bodie grunted softly, and those callused fingers tightened, squeezing his ass. “Want you, hmm? Now.”
“Yeah. Need you so bad.” Cole pushed Bodie’s shirt off his shoulders, then managed to get his open too.
“Mmhmm…” Bodie started tearing at his belt, at his fly, and each wild touch was maddening.
His cock was aching, demanding attention, and he rocked against Bodie’s hands. “Fuck, babe.”
“Uh-huh. I want.” That was almost coherent.
“Suitcase has l—lube.” Jesus, he lost his breath for a second as Bodie touched him.
“Uh-huh.” Bodie bit his bottom lip, tugging hard enough that it stung.
He moaned, or maybe it was a whine? Whatever it was, it was damn needy and he knew it. He grunted as he tugged and wrestled with Bodie’s damn belt buckle, finally getting the damn thing open.
Bodie’s prick was hard as steel, a wet spot forming on his briefs. “Need you. I need you, babe.”
He nodded and kicked over the suitcase, tossing everything in it until he found the lube. “Catch.” He tugged his boots off and slid out of his jeans.
“Caught.” Bodie tossed the lube on the bed and stripped off the rest of his clothes.
“Mm. Naked cowboy is good.” He was talking like a caveman, but that seemed fitting since he was thinking like one too.
“Mmhmm. You too.” Bodie tugged his shirt, damn near ripping it.
“I didn’t find rubbers, but I test and I’m negative. You good?” He slowly turned, giving his cowboy a good look at his ass.
“Perfect. We’re one on one; we got this.” Bodie’s hands landed on his ass, good and hard.
Fuck, yeah. He bent over slowly, putting on a little show for his man, and braced his hand on the edge of the bed. “Show me.”
Bodie leaned down and bit his ass cheek, fingers nudging his balls. “You’ve got it.”
“Ow. F—” His eyes crossed and his toes curled despite himself.
“Mmhmm. In a minute. Gotta slick my fingers up.” Bodie leaned over him, grabbing the lube.
In a minute?
He pressed back with his hips, making sure to rub one cheek against Bodie’s stiff prick to get his attention.
“Damn, baby, you’re a firecracker. Be nice, or I’ll shoot on your fine ass and not in it.” That earned him a playful swat, and then Bodie popped the top of the lube.
“Nice.” He snorted. He didn’t feel nice; he felt dirty. But whatever he was, it was Bodie’s damn fault.
“I am. I’m a super nice guy.” One slick finger slid in, making his toes curl as Bodie stroked him inside.
He ducked his head as the touch forced a moan from him. He was still impatient, but that felt so fucking good. “Babe…”
“Mmhmm… right here.” Bodie added another finger, pushing in deep and quick, not giving him a chance to breathe.
He groaned and rocked into Bodie’s hand. “I know. I feel you. Need you, babe.”
“I got you. Gonna make you fly.” Bodie’s fingers knew just how to play him, to make him soar.
All he could manage was a nod. Every prod of Bodie’s fingers sent electricity up his spine.
“So fucking pretty, darlin’. So hot. So fine.” Those fingers pushed deeper, stroking him and making him shake.
“You—fuck, I—” He didn’t know what he was saying, he just rocked back into Bodie’s hand, riding those fingers and thinking he might lose it.
“You ready for me, babe?” Bodie’s fingers disappeared, moving up behind him.
Please. “God. So fucking ready.” The heat of Bodie’s body was almost too much.
Bodie muscled right up against him, that cock hard as nails against his ass for a half second before Bodie eased back to slick himself up. “Need you.”
“Ready to feel you everywhere, babe.” He was already sucking in air, hair damp and stuck to his forehead.
Bodie spread his cheeks, thumbs keeping him open. The touch of Bodie’s cock to his hole was gentle at first, but then that burn spread, heat filling him.
He loved that Bodie was careful, and he hated it. It was hot as fuck, that slow burn, but it was maddening and part of him wanted to push back, to rush things. He took as deep a breath as he could manage. “Fucking love you, babe.”
“I love you.” Bodie kept pressing in, chest covering his back.
That was it, that was perfect. He reached over his shoulder and caught Bodie’s nape, fingers slipping on slick skin.
“Fuck, babe. You’re so fucking tight.” Bodie was talking, whispering hot words against his skin.
He did pitch more than catch, but with the right man… and fuck, Bodie was the right man. “Yours. You make me ache all over.”
“Good.”
Blessedly, Bodie began to move, hips dragging that sweet cock in and out, filling him again and again.
Thank fuck. He started to move too, matching Bodie’s pace, groaning every time their hips came together.
“Yeah. Just like that. So fucking fine.” Bodie’s fingers found his shoulders, pulling him into each thrust.
His arms were trembling so he dropped down on his elbows with a long groan. “So good. Fuck, so good,” he babbled as Bodie pushed him closer and closer to the edge.
“Yes!” The single syllable rang out, and then Bodie started fucking him, slamming their bodies together hard enough they slapped.
“Oh God, Oh god…” He lost it, letting Bodie have it all. A second later, he lost his breath, and a second after that, he shot so hard it made his ears ring. He didn’t even have the brain power to let Bodie know it was happening. “Fuck!”
Bodie’s answer was to slam in and shoot deep inside him.
“Babe.” He exhaled heavily and drew in a deep breath, trying to get his wits about him, but his heart was pounding, and his thighs were still trembling.
“Mmhmm.” Bodie covered him, body solid and hot on his back. “Love you.”
“I love you.” Crazy words he wasn’t sure he’d ever get to say. Not in this way. He picked his head up enough to nuzzle against Bodie’s chin.
“Good.” Bodie took a deep, deep breath, and that moved that sweet prick inside him again.
“Good?” How very Tarzan. He moaned, even as he let out a strangled-sounding chuckle.
“Uh-huh.” Bodie kissed his nape, the sensation buzzing through him.
“Yeah. Good. Jesus, my nerves are on fire.” He shifted, seeking more skin, more contact.
“Mine too. So happy, right here.” He liked Cave Bodie.
He was good, a little overstimulated, but that wasn’t a bad thing. He kind of liked it.
There was no way he was going out for food tonight. They’d get delivery, or pay a busboy, or eat the granola bars he had in his bag for when Bodie was hangry. He couldn’t move, walking seemed very far out of the question.
Bodie was heavy, still, and relaxed, fingers barely stroking him.
“Don’t you fall asleep and crush me, bull rider,” he said, words muffled against the pillow. “You’re not a big guy, but you’re muscled AF.”
Bodie chuckled softly and seemed to get even heavier.
“Stop that. The laughing. Oh my God.” The vibration made his eyes cross.
“Ooh… someone likes that, hmm?”
He was going to die.
“It’s torture. Like… really hot torture.” He snorted. He knew he sounded ridiculous. He was frankly surprised he could speak at all.
Bodie was cracking up now, just about to shake him apart with the hard laughter.
“Stop! God—Okay.” He took matters into his own hands and pushed up on one arm, dumping Bodie onto the bed beside him, laughing breathlessly. “Evil.”
“Yours, though.” Bodie was still cackling away, the tension and stress dissolved.
He sat up on both elbows and nodded, grinning. “Good.”
“Yeah. Yeah, it is. I think we should have a hot shower and splurge on a pizza.”
Oh, that was a huge splurge for his bull rider.
“That sounds great but… are you sure? You know I’m okay with salads.”
“I just want a pizza. Just something real and normal, you know?”
Real and normal sounded like a fabulous idea. He understood. “I want pepperoni.” He rolled over and kissed his cowboy. “And mushrooms.”
“Works for me. I love a spicy pepperoni.”
Worked for him too. “My phone is in my pocket… uh, wherever my jeans are.”
“Mmm… okay.” Bodie winked at him, chuckling softly.
“Mhm.” He sighed and settled. Maybe they could just stay right here like this for a while.
Pizza wasn’t going anywhere.