Chapter 8 Colt
Chapter eight
Colt
All that day and the next, Angus and I spent most of our time in bed with Ben, who was insatiable in his heat, wanting me or Angus or both of us filling him all the time. He even slept with my cock locked in his ass once or twice.
At some point during that time, I’d been deep inside Ben when Laura knocked on our door and apologetically told us that the government goons were back and wanted to see for themselves that we were mated.
Fuck, they were tenacious motherfuckers.
I don’t think Ben even noticed the three men walk into the room. Honestly, my rut had such a hold on me, I barely noticed them.
However, I remember Angus yelling, “There, you’ve seen us, you freaks! Now, get out!”
The fourth day of Ben’s heat, Angus left us to do chores, and Ben cried for him while he rode my cock.
Later, Angus told me Ben did the same thing when I went out to take my turn at chores, wailing for me while Angus fucked him.
It seemed our omega was happiest when we were both with him—preferably inside him at the same time.
It made me wonder what it would be like when his heat receded.
Would he be indifferent to us? Would he want sex at all before his next heat?
Not that I wasn’t getting enough, but I was sure I’d be ready for some before another month passed.
I’d been touched by Angus’s words about his late wife. He was such a kind man to be thinking of her now. A lot of men wouldn’t. It made me love him even more, if that was possible.
I’d admired Angus Angel for many years before becoming close to him as a friend.
When I was a teenager, I hero-worshipped him.
I couldn’t believe Maddox didn’t appreciate his grandfather the way I did.
Not that Maddox didn’t love or appreciate Angus, but he didn’t see him as I did—the tough rancher with the heart of gold.
I remembered a time when he had to put down one of the horses due to a severely painful ligament rupture that would never heal.
He did the deed with quiet and caring dignity, and it was only by chance that I caught him wiping tears away while stroking the horse’s flank after it was done.
I snuck away without him seeing me, but the image remained in my mind for years.
That’s the kind of rancher I wanted to be.
But I never became a rancher. My father died, and surviving after that was a struggle. Mom had to sell the ranch, and when she remarried and moved away, I bought the small cabin I now lived in.
On the fifth day, Ben’s heat died down and both Angus and I felt our ruts begin to settle, which amounted to not feeling the overwhelming urge to fuck every time we looked at, smelled, or sensed Ben in any way.
I was damned sore from all the fucking we’d done, my muscles feeling like they had when I was nineteen and spent the summer bull riding with a rodeo.
After we had a shower and big meal, Ben unexpectedly said, “Would you two be mad if I spent some time in my room today? I think I need to be alone for a while.”
“Of course not,” I said.
“Are you okay, Ben?” Angus asked.
“I’m fine. It’s just…a lot, you know, coming off the heat, I guess. Before—when I’d go into heat at Gleesa’s, when it was over it was like it just turned off all of a sudden. But this time, I feel different.”
“Different good or different bad?” Angus asked.
Ben shrugged uncertainly. “Just different.”
“Okay, then. We’ll see you later.”
When he left the room, I said, “I hope we weren’t too aggressive with him.”
“Me, too. This is all new stuff for us,” Angus said. “For Ben, too.”
“Oh, fuck, now I feel like maybe we were too rough.”
Putting his hand against my cheek, Angus leaned in and kissed me. “We were in rut and he was in heat. None of us could help it.” He smiled. “It was great, though, wasn’t it?”
Grinning back, I said, “Unbelievably so.” We kissed again, our tongues tangling. Then Angus gave my ass a firm slap. “What are you thinking about doing today?”
“I think I’ll go home. I haven’t been there in days. I left dishes in the sink, and dust must be piling up by now.”
“Do you need help?” Angus asked, looking a little disappointed that I was leaving.
“Nah, you’ve got stuff to do here.”
Maddox walked in the front door. “Hey, guys. Haven’t seen you in a while.” He gave us an exaggerated leer.
“And that’s all we’re going to say about it,” Angus said, pointing his finger at him. “No way am I discussing my sex life with my grandson.”
Laughing, Maddox said, “Fine by me. Hey, did you two know somebody moved into the old homestead down the road?”
“The Hamilton Place? Hell, no, I didn’t,” Angus said.
“Nobody’s lived there in decades,” I said. The abandoned farm was a few miles from Angus’ ranch in the opposite direction from the Cheevers and the last time I saw it, an abandoned mess. I couldn’t imagine anyone making it occupiable.
“Well, somebody does now,” Maddox informed us. “Grant Cheevers came by yesterday to help me clean up debris from the last big storm. He said an alpha and beta with a couple of kids bought the place and moved in mid-week.”
“Well, I guess we should give them a welcome, what do you think? Maybe David can make them a pie or something.”
Maddox nodded and headed down the hall to his and David’s bedroom.
“If he does, make sure to ask him to make us one, too.” I called to him before turning to Angus. “See you later.”
I started for the door, but Angus grabbed my arm.
“No, you don’t. I want a proper goodbye.” He pulled me into a hard kiss that grew softer and more sensual as it went on, making my knees weak and my mind blank out. It wasn’t until after I was on my way home that I realized that this time it hadn’t bothered me to have him manhandle me.