Chapter 23
“ H ey, gorgeous. How’s it going?”
“Good morning, Race.” Trey grinned, leaning back in his chair. “It is going well. How was your holiday?” He’d given Race three weeks off with pay because it seemed like the right thing to do. The man worked his ass off for him.
“I went to Hawaii, got laid like twenty-seven thousand times. It was amazing. How about you?”
“I got audiobooks, a new coat, handprints from the kids in plaster. But best of all? I got Highland cows. Six of them, six fuzzy Highland cows! A bull and five cows. I got to pet them, and it is so cool.”
“Oh, boss, you’re embarrassing me.”
“Shut up, you dick.” He cracked up. “Have you been going through my emails for me? Anything important?”
“You’ve got a couple of things. There’s an interesting little offer on a tech business in Atlanta, there’s a couple of odds and ends of that sort. I emailed that one lady you wanted me to about this gift-wrapping thing. I’m waiting to hear back from her.”
“Yeah, keep on that because I think it’s a good idea. I don’t want to do it though. I’m willing to invest, however. I liked the way she dealt with her little shop. Talk to me about Atlanta.”
They chatted for about an hour, and then Trey heard footsteps on the porch leading up to his office. “I think it’s time for me to go. My guy’s here.”
“I can’t wait to meet him.”
“I’ll have to bring him and the kids to the West Coast this summer. We’ll get together, have a face-to-face. Sound good?”
“Perfect, we should do Disney.”
“I’d love that.” It sounded absolutely terrifying. But what the fuck?
West’s hands were icy cold as they slid around his shoulders. “Oh. You’ll make me cramp. How’s it going?”
“Good. How’s the PA?” West still always sounded stymied that he had a personal assistant who was remote. Like he just didn’t get how Trey and Race could work together without real meetings.
They were as real as anything else in his life. Well, except this man and the kids.
“He’s fine. Wants us to come do Disney.”
“No shit?”
“No shit. This summer, huh? We’ll go and let the kids be spoiled.” He was going to figure it out. “I’m thinking about a service dog. An official one.”
“I think that’s a great idea. I mean, I can be your eyes someplace like Disney, but that would give you a ton of independence you might not have otherwise.”
He loved it when West proved he spent time thinking about ways to make his life easier. It felt good. So he rewarded West by turning in his chair and hugging his lover around the waist, face against West’s chest.
“Mmm…hey, baby. How are you?”
“Better now.” He loved the way that West smelled.
“Oh, good. Everything okay?”
He gave that some thought, which he was trying to do these days instead of just answering by rote. “A little wigged-out at the idea that everything is just kind of business as usual. Like, with Race nothing has changed.”
“Because as far as he was concerned?—”
“I’m already blind, yeah.” He buried his nose against West and breathed deep.
“I’m sorry, baby. That’s weird.” West kissed the top of his head.
“Mmmhmm. Where’s Zoe?”
“Belinda and Lisa took her to lunch.”
“Ah.” A tiny spurt of fear wove through him. “The roads are clear?”
“They are. And I made sure their snow tires were up to snuff. Belinda’s a great driver.”
“Are they gonna pick up Noah?”
“Yep.” West’s smile showed in his voice.
“And Ben took Mark to the store…” Trey was starting to have some amazing thoughts.
“And Nate is training with Valentine. It’s just you and me, honey. Alllll alone.”
“Damn. Oh, damn, baby.” Trey pulled back to lift his face up to West.
“Uh-huh.” West bent to give him a kiss, and it damn well curled his toes. Just… whoosh . He was surprised he wasn’t immediately cinders, it was so hot.
He rose, pushing West back a few steps so they could go full-body contact. He wrapped his arms around West’s neck, holding them together. “Take me to bed?”
“God yes.” West wrapped an arm around him, steering him to the hall back to their room.
Spring was coming, and West had put in the permits for their build-on, and they had gone over the plans together. He was damn excited to break ground, but for now, the big bed was his sanctuary as long as West was in it with him.
“Love.” West pushed Trey down to sit on the bed, then started working on tugging off his sweater.
Thank God West was super into the snap-front shirts. All Trey had to do was pull hard, and bam—the whole thing split right up the middle.
“Oh, no fair. Undershirt?” Trey groused.
“It’s cold out there, honey. I had to make some rounds this morning.”
“Yeah, but now I have to push it…”
“I got it. You just stay there.” West drew the shirt off over his head. Trey felt the air move, smelled how West’s clean, musky scent intensified.
“Kiss me again, West.”
“Mmmmhmm.” West kissed him, hand cupping the back of his head, and he closed his eyes, not wanting to strain to see anything. He just wanted to feel. West’s lips were soft yet firm, and his whiskers were rough. He must not have shaved this morning.
Damn that was hot. Even hotter when West attacked Trey’s sweats. “Lift up, honey. I want you naked.”
He rose up on his hands, pulling in his abs. West peeled off his briefs and pants, and then pulled off his socks, making his feet curl up. “Whoo. Cold.”
“I know it.” West backed off, and he heard that belt buckle clank, heard West’s boots fall on the floor. Clunk, clunk . Then his naked man was crawling on the bed with him, getting the covers over them, getting him warmed up in more ways than one.
He pulled West down on top of him, then put a hand on his chest. “Lube?”
“I got everything we need all laid out.”
“Sneaky monkey.” He loved that West had come in here and set up before wandering in all casual to get him.
“I had to wait for your meeting to be over.” West nibbled at his neck, fingers skating over his nipples. “I was pretty impatient.”
“I want you, so it works both ways.”
“You want to give or take, honey?”
He scraped his short nails over the back of West’s neck. “I want you to fuck me, West.”
“Thank God.” West laughed, a puff of air falling on his neck. “I mean, I would have climbed on to ride, but I have a real hankering to give it to you hard.”
“Ride ‘em, cowboy.” He grinned, licking his lips.
“You know it.” West slid one hand down his belly, grabbing his cock and stroking nice and firm.
“Damn. Oh, damn, baby.” Trey arched up, his muscles straining. “Fuck, that feels good.”
“You’re hotter than fire, honey. And you smell like heaven.” West bit his shoulder, right where it joined up with his neck, making Trey jump.
“You make me hot.”
“I want to. So it works out for both of us.” West thrust against his hip, letting him feel that rigid cock.
“Hell, yes.”
“Want me to talk dirty to you, Trey?”
He frowned, not sure what West meant. That wasn’t one of his kinks. “Uh…”
“We can be as loud as we want.”
“Oh, lord. That’s the hottest thing you’ve ever said.” Kids could make getting it on tough.
West chuckled softly, and then Trey heard the pop of the bottle and a soft splurt . Definitely lube.
Trey huffed out a soft little breath. “How do you want me?”
“Anyway I can get you.” West’s voice was deep, vibrating his bones. “Right now you’re perfect. Just spread for me.”
West’s request was easy as pie, and he spread, feeling like he was going to break apart. Those slick fingers dragged down over his balls and brushed his hole. Everything stopped for a second, the anticipation sweet and rich, then one finger pushed in and he groaned, his eyes popping open.
“Right there, huh?” He could hear the desire in West’s smile.
“Right there, huh. I need you.” Trey dragged one knee up, spreading himself wider, and forced himself to close his eyes. West’s fingers were callused and warm, one hand on his belly, the other holding his balls as West loved on him, sliding in one finger after another. Every so often one finger would become two, the little zing delicious.
His hands weren’t still. They explored every inch, every scar and each soft plane of skin. It was perfect because it wasn’t perfect.
“I love the way your face looks like this. You’re so focused.”
“You’re the only thing in the world.”
At his words West’s fingers pushed deep, the spread deepening with a sudden shock, and he gasped, his hips bucking as electricity shot through him.
“Oh, right there.” The touch kept coming and coming, opening him until he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. All he knew was that he wanted to be touched, and he wanted West to fuck him. “Come on. In me. Please. Please, West. I need it. You. Us.”
“Anything you want, baby.” In a wild heartbeat West’s cock replaced his fingers. This stretch was big, and his lips parted as he tried to relax himself to take it, to accept the way that that sweet burn felt all the way through.
“Yes. I won’t break.”
West groaned and bucked, his hips slamming in deeper, sending that thick cock into him up to the root. They both gasped, and West stilled. “Honey, I’m sorry!”
What? No! “No, no, no. Do it again. You want to be very clear? Do it again.”
West so listened. He did drove in, again and again until Trey was flying, his entire world nothing but deep groans. The feeling of their bodies slamming together. The sound of the bed creaking. The scent of their need.
“Oh God. Please. So fucking close.” His balls felt like stones, and his cock ached, it was so engorged with blood.
He bore down, squeezing his ass, and was rewarded with a short, sharp cry. Then one of those callused hands found his cock and jerked once, twice, three times and it was over.
Trey was coming and coming, and all he knew was how much was how much West loved him.
West’s shout rang in his ears, and he held the man to him while he shook. His cowboy, flying because of him.
Just him.
It was fucking heady stuff.
“Ooof.” He grunted when West flopped onto him.
“Mmmph. Sorry.” West let him slide his leg down, then pushed to one side a little, giving him some breathing room. “Damn, honey.”
“Uh-huh.” He stroked West’s back, but coherency was not a thing. Not right now.
West kissed his neck. “Love you, honey.”
“Love you too.” He hummed and snuggled in the sheets. “You got time for a nap?”
“You know it.” West covered him, heavy and quiet. “For half an hour or so. I got this super mean boss…”
“Yep. He’s a task master.” A happy one.
“Well, I do try to make him happy.”
“You do, baby. Trust me.” No matter what, West was his now, and he was going to keep the man.
Everything else would just work itself out.