26. Logan
Chapter 26
Logan
“ T his still feels weird,” I said as Dakota and I headed out onto the plains. I swayed back and forth in the saddle, following the movements of my horse. “Like we should be packing or something.”
“There’s plenty of time to pack tomorrow,” Dakota replied, pulling Sogwili up next to me. “Besides, you can’t just go, go, go all day long. You need to breathe.”
I let out a long sigh. “I know. Maybe… Maybe I’m just trying to get it over with as fast as possible, so it hurts less.”
“I don’t think it’s ever gonna hurt less,” he replied, a sad smile on his face. “But we can at least make some memories before we leave. Ones we can keep forever.”
“You’re right,” I nodded, shaking my head. “Sorry I’m being such a downer.”
He gave me a soft smile, reaching out and patting my thigh. “You’re fine, Logan. Just try to enjoy the night.”
“So, what are you dragging me out here for? A picnic or something?”
“Or something.”
The look in his eye was mischievous, much like the one his mother got when she was up to no good. However, I’d seen him packing food into the saddlebags. And I was pretty sure I saw a lube bottle slip in there as well. Not that I was complaining. Getting fucked under the stars didn’t sound like a bad way to forget the challenges of the past few days. Or the fact that we were losing everything we called home. Even if the bliss only lasted for a moment, it would be a well-deserved reprieve.
We rode in comfortable silence for a while, the gentle rhythm of hoofbeats and the soft whisper of prairie grass the only sounds. The sun was sinking low on the horizon, painting the sky in vibrant oranges and pinks, the chill of the night setting in already. I found myself stealing glances at Dakota, admiring how the fading light caught in his dark hair and made his bronzed skin glow.
As if sensing my gaze, he turned and caught my eye, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Almost there,” he said softly.
We crested a small hill, and I saw where he was leading us - a secluded grove of cottonwood trees nestled in a shallow valley. A small creek burbled nearby, its quiet song mingling with the rustle of leaves.
Dakota smoothly dismounted Sogwili, then came over to help me down. His strong hands gripped my waist, and I felt a shiver run through me at his touch. As my feet hit the ground, he didn’t let go right away, his thumbs tracing small circles on my hips.
“This is beautiful,” I murmured, looking around at the peaceful grove. The last rays of sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the grass. “I didn’t know it was here.”
Dakota nodded, his eyes never leaving my face. “I found this place a couple years back. Thought it might be nice to share it with you before...” He trailed off, but I knew what he meant. Before we had to leave my childhood home.
He led me to a spot near the creek and laid out a blanket. As we sat down, he pulled out containers of food from the saddlebags - fried chicken, potato salad, and slices of Dolly’s famous pecan pie, the very recipe Lucas and I had tried to steal from here only three months ago before we came back to Sagebrush permanently. It felt like a lifetime had passed since then.
My stomach growled, reminding me I hadn’t eaten since breakfast. Dakota chuckled, handing me a plate. “Dig in,” he said softly.
We ate in comfortable silence, the sound of the creek and the gentle rustling of leaves providing a soothing backdrop. As the last of the sunlight faded, Dakota pulled out a small lantern, casting a warm glow over our little picnic spot.
“This is perfect,” I said, leaning back on my elbows and looking up at the stars that were beginning to appear in the darkening sky. “Thank you for bringing me here.”
Dakota’s hand found mine, his pleasantly rough fingers intertwining with my own. “I wanted to give you something good to remember,” he said, his voice low. “Something just for us, before everything changes.”
I turned to look at him, my breath catching at the intensity in his dark eyes. Without a word, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was soft at first, tentative, but quickly deepened as I responded eagerly. His hand came up to cup my cheek, fingers threading into my hair as he pulled me closer.
We broke apart after a long moment, both slightly breathless. Dakota’s eyes searched mine, a question in their depths. I answered by surging forward to capture his lips again, my hands gripping his strong shoulders.
He gently lowered me onto my back, never breaking the kiss. I could feel the solid warmth of his body above me, pressing me into the blanket. His lips trailed from my mouth to my jaw, then down my neck, eliciting a soft gasp from me.
“Kota,” I breathed, running my hands down his back. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Logan,” Dakota murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. “More than I ever thought possible.”
He reached up, pulling off my cowboy hat and sitting it gently to the side. Then he took off his own, leaning it against mine. It was a simple gesture, but it meant a lot to me. A cowboy’s hat was his pride and joy. Allowing someone else to touch it or to sit with another was more than just a casual accident. It meant something.
His hands slid under my shirt, fingers tracing patterns on my skin that made me shiver. I tugged at the hem of his shirt, eager to feel more of him. He sat up just long enough to pull it off, revealing his toned chest and abs. The lantern light cast shadows that accentuated every muscle, and I couldn’t help but run my hands over him in wonder. He was so beautiful, and he was all mine.
Dakota’s eyes, glimmering in the lantern light, locked onto mine as he slowly unbuttoned my shirt. Each newly exposed inch of skin was met with a gentle kiss or caress. By the time he reached the last button, I was breathing heavily, my whole body thrumming with anticipation.
He helped me sit up to remove my shirt completely, then gently pushed me back onto the blanket. His lips found mine again as his hands roamed over my chest, fingers tracing patterns that left trails of fire on my skin. I arched into his touch, craving more.
Dakota’s mouth moved to my neck, then lower, leaving a trail of hot kisses down my chest. When he reached my nipple, he swirled his tongue around it before gently nibbling, drawing a gasp from me. My hands tangled in his long hair, holding him close as he lavished attention on my body.
As he continued his exploration southward, his fingers worked at the button of my jeans. I lifted my hips to help him slide them off, along with my underwear. The cool night air on my heated skin made me shiver, but Dakota’s warm mouth soon banished the chill as he took the head of my cock between his lips, sucking and licking gently.
I gasped, my fingers tightening in Dakota’s hair as he took me deeper into his mouth. The wet heat enveloping me was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure through my body. Dakota’s tongue swirled around the head of my cock before he slowly slid down, taking me to the back of his throat.
“Oh god, Kota,” I moaned, fighting the urge to thrust up into his mouth.
He hummed in response, the vibrations sending jolts of electricity up my spine. His hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as he bobbed his head, alternating between long, slow strokes and quick, shallow ones that had me panting.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, Dakota pulled off with a soft pop. He kissed his way back up my body until he reached my lips, capturing them in a deep, passionate kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue, turning me on even more.
“Just stay there,” he said, pulling off his own shirt and tossing it to the side.
Then he reached down, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling the rest of his clothes off in one fluid motion. I expected him to grab the back of my knees and push me into place. He knew how much I loved to feel that giant cock of his inside me. Instead, he crawled forward, straddling my hips. I heard the resounding pop of the lube bottle and saw it in his hand, as if it had magically appeared.
“Is it okay if I ride you, cowboy?” he grinned, pouring a generous helping of lube into his hand.
“Only if I get to ride you after,” I grinned back.
“I think I can go two rounds tonight.” He gave me a wink. “Maybe more if you’re up for it.”
“As long as we have more pie, I’m good.”
He chuckled under his breath. “I think I can do that.”
A gasp slipped from my lips as he reached back, his lubed hand grasping my rock-hard cock.
Dakota’s skilled fingers stroked me, spreading the cool lube along my length. I shivered at the sensation, my hips bucking involuntarily. With his free hand, Dakota steadied himself on my chest as he slowly lowered himself onto me.
I groaned as I felt the tight heat envelop me inch by inch. Dakota’s eyes were closed, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he concentrated on taking me in. He stopped once or twice, taking a moment to breathe his way through the stretch. When he was fully seated, he paused, both of us breathing heavily.
“You okay?” I asked softly, running my hands up and down his muscular thighs.
He nodded, opening his eyes to meet mine. “Just... give me a second,” he breathed. “It’s only my second time.”
I grinned, but waited patiently, marveling at the sight of him above me. His long hair fell in a dark curtain around his face, and a light sheen of sweat made his skin glow in the lantern light. After a moment, he began to move, slowly lifting himself up before sinking back down.
I groaned at the sensation, my hands gripping his hips to steady him. Dakota set a languid pace, rolling his hips in a way that had me seeing stars. His hands splayed across my chest for balance, fingers digging into my skin.
“God, Logan,” he breathed, his voice husky with pleasure. “You feel so good inside me.”
I thrust up to meet him, drawing a deep moan from his throat. Encouraged, I began to move more forcefully, matching his rhythm. Dakota threw his head back, exposing the long column of his throat. I couldn’t resist sitting up to taste his skin, wrapping an arm around his waist to support him as I sucked and nipped at his neck.
Dakota’s arms wound around my shoulders, pulling me closer as we moved together. The new angle allowed me to thrust deeper, and I felt him shudder against me.
“Right there,” he gasped, his fingers digging into my back. “Don’t stop. Please fuck don’t stop!”
I obliged, maintaining the rhythm that had him trembling in my arms. His cock was trapped between our bodies, and I could feel it leaking precum onto my stomach. I slipped a hand between us, wrapping my fingers around his length and stroking in time with our thrusts.
Dakota moaned loudly, his head falling forward to rest on my shoulder. “Logan,” he panted, “I’m close.”
“Me too,” I breathed, feeling the familiar tightening in my lower abdomen. “Cum for me, Kota.”
A few more strokes and he was writhing in my arms, his body tensing as he cried out, coating my chest in his seed. Dakota’s release triggered my own, and I buried myself deep inside him as I came, waves of pleasure washing over me. We clung to each other, breathing heavily as we rode out the aftershocks.
Slowly, Dakota lifted his head from my shoulder, his dark eyes meeting mine. A soft smile played at his lips as he leaned in to kiss me tenderly. I returned the kiss, pouring all my love and gratitude into it.
We stayed like that for a while, trading soft kisses and gentle caresses as our breathing returned to normal. Eventually, Dakota carefully lifted himself off me, both of us wincing slightly at the sensation. He flopped onto his back beside me on the blanket, letting out a contented sigh.
I turned on my side to face him, propping myself up on one elbow. “Good riding cowboy,” I murmured, grinning at him.
“Not bad yourself.”
I scooched in closer, pressing my body up against his to keep out the night’s chill. We laid there for a moment, both of us staring up at the stars filling the wide-open Texas sky. It was a sight I’d never fully appreciated as a child. But after spending a few years in New York where I never saw even a single star on the clearest nights thanks to the light pollution, I realized how lucky I’d been to grow up in a place like Sagebrush. And now that I was here, at Dakota’s side, I wasn’t going back. Never again. This was home, even if I wasn’t on the ranch anymore.
“So,” I said after a while, trailing my hand down Dakota’s body until I had his semi-flaccid cock in my hand. “Is it my turn yet?”
I felt him give a heavy twitch and his dick began to thicken once more. Those dark eyes caught mine, sparkling in the starlight.
“Hop on, cowboy,” he grinned.