Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
T rey dealt with the sheriff. He loved on Zoe. He hugged on Maria and sent her home. He gave Mark the evening off and promised to get him a gun. They went and picked up Noah, they all got ice cream, no one told the kids the story of what had happened.
Finally, they were home.
Trey thought that he was going to either start drinking early, which seemed ill-advised, or?—
Hell, he didn’t have an or.
He would have more ors if he had a nanny, because he really needed a beer or a shower or a long jog or something.
He needed a fucking nanny.
But he had two kids to take care of. And now he was going to have to come up with supper because he’d given his cook the night off. Then he was going to have to answer emails and check messages and probably deal with whatever business West had been coming over for when the cowboy had interrupted the robbery in progress.
Seriously, this whole stick ‘em up thing had kind of derailed his day, and he didn’t appreciate it.
“How do you feel about tater tots with chili and cheese on top for dinner?” West asked.
How did he what? Trey shook his head. “What?”
“Tater tots with chili and cheese. The kids will eat it, trust me. We won’t put the chili on the kids’. We’ll just put cheese on it. You and I can have chili on top. It’ll be great.”
That actually sounded freaking good. “All right, that works for me. Are you offering to cook?” He wasn’t good at frying anything.
“Yes. I’ll cook. I’m hanging around tonight.”
“You are, are you?” One of his eyebrows winged up hard enough it pulled at his cheek. “Are you protecting me?”
West snorted, the sound as wild as any horse he’d ever heard. “Shit no. You don’t need protecting.” The tenor of West’s voice dropped into an amazing minor chord. “That’s not what you need.”
Okay. Whatever West was selling, he was buying. “You don’t think?”
Were they flirting? He was fairly sure they were flirting. He hoped they were flirting.
West came up real close, close enough he could smell the man’s sweat, and it was perfect—smoke and leather. Trey had never once thought West smelled bad—not when he was horsey, not after sex, not after a night of drinking. Not ever. “I know what you need, Trey, because I need to give it to you,” West whispered in his ear, and the sound was the smell of whiskey being poured. That was what it was. West’s voice was like the sound and the smell of whiskey splashing over ice—dark and wet, and it promised to be so good.
“I’ve never seen anything so hot as you were, sitting behind that desk, staring that man down. I wanted to drown in it. I am going to take you to bed and show you what you did to me. I want to spread your arms out, touch you everywhere and make you feel me, then I want to fuck you. I’m going to remind you how good we were together.”
Trey licked his lips, his mouth dry as if it’d been lacquered. “As soon as the kids go to bed, I’m all yours.”
“No. You’re mine anyway, but I’m going to prove it once those babies are asleep.”
Trey was going to die, but it was so going to be worth it.
He just nodded. Then he licked his lips, and he could see from this close how West’s gaze followed the movement. “Okay. Yes.”
“Hell, yeah.” West passed a hand over his ass, then moved on, because kids. Dammit. He was going to get what he needed, though. Soon.
“Okay. You make supper. I’ll take the kids with me to watch movies while I work on what few work things I need to do. Then after dinner, we’ll bed down the kids and head to my room?”
“That’s the best plan I’ve heard in an age.” West chuckled, the sound warm and a little predatory in the good way.
He grinned, then went to find the kids. “Hey, you two.” He peered at Zoe, who was curled on the couch under two blankets. “A little cold, huh?”
“It was snowing. Inside.” Her eyes went very round.
“Huh?” Noah blinked.
“Someone left a door open, kiddo. It got really chilly.” He imagined West’s hands still ached.
“Oh.” Noah lost interest, his gaze returning to the TV.
“So, what are we watching?” He grabbed his laptop and sat next to Zoe.
“ Teen Titans ,” Noah said. “Zoe wanted to watch it.”
“Did not. I wanted to watch Bluey .” She pouted. “But we dagreed to watch this.”
Noah shrugged. “I wanted to watch Wolfwalk . So yeah, we had to agree.”
“That was very big-brotherly and little-sisterly of you.” He made the text huge on his screen and started checking his emails. He signed a few contracts, sent back a bunch of info for Nate’s grant application, and sent a private email to the grant writer, praising Quinn for her role in foiling a burglar. And the big, slobbery one too.
He was totally behind having a dog for the house. Maybe a sheltie couldn’t do what Quinn had done, but it could still defend the kids…
He loved that.
“Are we gonna get a dog?” Noah had leaned over to look as he watched a video about a sheltie herding sheep.
“I think we need one. Nate has one he thinks would be a good house dog. But I won’t promise anything.”
“I know. It’s a lot.” Noah kicked his feet, head down.
“It is. And while I know you two would help, until you’re bigger, a lot of it would fall on me.”
“Nothing needs to fall on you, Daddy,” Zoe said. “You already can’t see.”
“Thanks, kiddo.” He cracked up, and so did Noah. But that broke whatever tension there was.
“Where’s Mark?” Noah asked.
“He got a night off,” Zoe said.
“Who’s making supper?” Noah’s eyebrows went up and up.
“Mr. West. Tater tots and cheese.” And hopefully protein for the kids of some kind. They always had chicken nuggets.
Always.
And burger patties in the freezer.
But he wasn’t sure he’d bitch either way.
“Mr. West is so nice,” Zoe sang.
“He is, huh?” And he hoped to hell West would be so nice to him later on.
A couple of hours later, they were in his bedroom, the kids washed and in bed, the dishes done, and West locking the door behind them. “I’ll get up if they holler,” West said. “And open it.”
“And tell them what, exactly?” Trey wasn’t mad. Just curious as hell.
“That I was spending the night. The simplest answer can be the best.”
He could live with that, he guessed. He hung back a little, not sure how to?—
West crossed the space between them and grabbed him by the neck, reeling him in for a kiss that liked to burn him to the ground.
Oh, good lord. That was what he needed. West’s lips on him, that hot tongue opening him up and sweeping into his mouth like West owned it.
Damn.
He clung to West’s shoulders, his fingers digging in, his hips already rocking. He was so hard the proverbial cat couldn’t scratch it, and he was going to come in his jeans if he wasn’t careful.
West moaned, holding him by the hips and humping at him. He struggled, wanting skin on skin before they both came. He had a feeling round two would take longer than it had when they were younger.
“What’s wrong, baby?” West asked, panting.
He pulled three of the snaps open on West’s Wrangler shirt. “Naked.”
“Oh. Damn fine idea.” West pulled back, then pushed him to the bed where he sprawled, squinting, trying to see all of West. The rustle of denim made him grin, and then the sexy musk scent of West’s skin filled his nose.
“Fuck, babe. You smell like heaven.”
“Just a cowboy, honey. That’s all I am.” West kicked out of the last of his clothes, his boots already off from when they bathed the kids. And he took his socks off too.
Good man.
Then he started on Trey’s clothes, tugging impatiently at them, damn near ripping his boxer briefs.
“Fuck.” West put one knee on the bed next to his hip, then slid a hand up his thigh, going right to his cock like a heat-seeking missile.
And there was heat enough to burn him up.
“You ready for that orgasm, baby?”
“Hell yes.” Shit. He had no lube. Or condoms. “Babe?”
“Mmmhmm?”
“I don’t have supplies.”
“Well, I guess it’s late for a convenience store run.” West pulled back a tiny bit. “Let me suck you, baby.” West kissed along his belly, that hand circling the base of his cock and holding him steady while West kissed the head, then licked up the drops already escaping him.
He shook, his hips rising, his whole damn body begging for West to suck him and make him come.
West licked up and down, then did what he needed. Those hot lips closed around him and West went as far as he could along the shaft of his cock, nose almost touching his curls before West bobbed back to the tip.
Trey’s balls drew up, and his thighs went tight as if he’d been shocked. Fuck him dry.
“Killing me, man. Making me ache.” Trey’s whole world seemed to be spinning. “Fuck, you’re so fine.”
West’s answer was a long, deep hum buzzing along his shaft. The beautiful noise made him arch his back and had him grabbing the headboard, squeezing. The bright white light of orgasm raced through him.
He wasn’t going to be able to hold on. There was no way. All he could do was shoot and pray, his whole entire universe spinning.
West’s chuckle sounded warm, happy, and vibrated along his whole body. “Now, see there? I gave you just what you asked for the other day.”
“Asshat.” He had to laugh, though, going limp on the bed. “What about you?”
“I’ll take anything you’ll give me, baby. Hand. Mouth.”
“Mmm. I think I can handle that. Scoot up here.”
“You want me to?—”
“Straddle my chest, babe. I’m too damn lazy right now to do the heavy lifting.”
Laughing, West pushed up and did just that, cock pressing against Trey’s lips.
Trey was surrounded. His senses overwhelmed by how West was all around him, the scent heady, the heat more than he could bear or bear to lose. So he inhaled deep, filling his lungs with West-flavored air. Those sweet thighs pressed against his cheeks, his thick cock fed into his mouth.
It was easier to remember how to suck than it was to loosen his fingers from the headboard and reach out, sliding them up those fuzzy thighs and up to that tight, little tiny butt, encouraging West to move, to take him like he needed to be taken.
West made a wild sound that made him smile around his prize. He wasn’t shy. He might not have had sex in a while, but he knew how to do it and he liked it. He wasn’t a fucking monk. The last few wells had been pretty damned dry, and now he felt like parched land that was getting a hard rain.
He latched on, sucking hard, making West feel it, demanding all those tiny little moans and sighs that fell down around his head, all of the shivers and shudders he could feel under his forearms and around his shoulders. The way the sweet ass clenched in his hands, it was all he wanted.
And when West started whispering to him, dirty little words, promises, things about how beautiful he was, how hot this was and how much he needed, it made any worries he might have had about making love with West all right. They made his own cock try to take an renewed interest, even though he wasn’t sure it was going to be able to.
It didn’t matter. He wanted to pretend like they were both eighteen again. Like they were both college students looking to get off.
West had always made him crazy. Made him feel like he could do things his body really wasn’t ready for. And it felt good. Hot. Perfect.
West fucked his face, letting that cock slide along his tongue, and Trey sucked, lips pulling hard.
“Uhn!” West arched, and he could tell from the salty drops sliding into his mouth that his lover was close.
So he put one hand under West’s balls and pushed slightly, letting him feel it.
That was all it took for West to grunt, the sound harsh and muffled, and come right down his throat like Trey needed him to.
West shuddered, then rolled off him, falling to one side. “Oh, Jesus fuck, Trey.”
“Uh-huh.” He was feeling like a wrung-out dishrag. Only way better than that. “Damn.”
“I swear to God, tomorrow I am stopping on the way back from taking Noah to school and getting the jumbo economy-size box of condoms and a huge bottle of lube.”
He chuckled, and the laugh proved his ab muscles were sore. How did that happen? “Sounds good, babe. Just be sure to get a bag Zoe can’t see through.”