Colorado Fire - Colorado Heart 2 (21 page)

Marshal moved again and Zander leaned in close, his lips almost at Marshal's ear. "Babe, I'm here for you. Wake up and let me see those brown eyes of yours."

It took another minute, but Marshal blinked open his eyes, his brow furrowing before his lips curved just a little. He tried to speak but nothing came out. Zander smiled and held up a glass of water, positioning the straw so Marshal could take a small sip.

"That's enough, babe. I can do the talking for now. I love you. When you come back to the ranch, you're moving in with me. I know we already sleep together, but we're going to live together, just as a couple would."

Marshal struggled like he was trying to sit up, but Zander placed his hand on Marshal's chest, careful to not press too hard.

"No arguments."

"Wha-what happened?" Marshal stuttered.

"You broke your right arm. Your left fibula is fractured, but it doesn't look too bad. The doctor thinks you'll be able to walk with a brace, but you'll not be allowed to put weight on it for at least two days. He just wants to make sure. You also broke three ribs and the worst injury is a really bad concussion. Well, I think it's the worst since it's a brain injury."

"Really?"

"The doctor said the swelling on your brain is minimal, luckily it wasn't enough for them to want to sedate you long term. They want to see what happens."

"What else?" Marshal groaned when he tried to move.

"Don't try to move. There are a lot of things that happened to you. The nurse will be in to get you sitting up soon and it's going to hurt."

"Great."

"Yeah, but you survived."

"Zander."

"Yeah, babe?"

"Thank you."

"Any time."

Marshal fell asleep without another word. Zander stayed with him, watching over his man as he waited for him to wake again. They were together and that was enough for him.

*~*~*

Roger cut the engine and stared at the house in front of him. Wild Bluff was a beautiful place to live. He couldn’t believe his luck. His last mission fell apart, but he was pleased with his life since moving to the ranch.

He glanced to the mountain, seeing the scorched face. Only about a thousand acres had burned, but it was enough to leave a mark. Had he been here, he wondered if things would have gone differently. It was almost useless to question and try to hash out what might have been.

The door opened and Grant stepped outside. They stared at each other for a long moment. Roger popped open the door to the car and stepped out. Grant approached, his lips curving up in a slight smile.

"Have a nice trip?"

He let his eyes rover over Grant, drinking in the guy's beauty. "You know it."

"Next time it will be better."

"Probably. Heard you had an exciting time here."

"Eh, it was okay."

Duff stepped outside, followed by Billy, Mike, and Tucker. He couldn’t imagine living anywhere else. Leaving the military was the hardest thing he'd ever done, but staying where the memory of Hayden was so raw seemed impossible at the time. Now he had a family to share his life with. He glanced back to Grant, warming under the heat of his gaze.

"Glad you're back," Duff said.

"Thank you, sir. I'm glad to be home."

"When Marshal comes back, we'll have a long discussion about everything." Duff turned to head inside, but paused and glanced over his shoulder. "Oh yeah, I consider your first mission a success. You did exactly what you were supposed to do, even aborting when you were so close to completing everything."

Roger nodded. "It was tough not to go ahead to question them."

"What you didn't know was that the US Army had Craig in custody at the time."

"Had?" Roger asked.

"He's still in custody, different branch of government, but he's not talking. They are holding him in solitary. It wouldn’t do to have him discussing his life here on Wild Bluff with just anybody."

"Yeah, probably not." Roger opened the trunk of the car and pulled out his bag. He slung it over his shoulder and stopped beside Grant while they let the other men enter the house.

Grant glanced at him then back to the door the other men had just entered. "Tonight, I really need to see you."

Desire hardened his cock. "I can't wait."

"When you head to bed, just come to my room."

They started walking to the house but Roger stopped. "Hey, Grant?"

"Yeah?"

"What if Craig told other people about Wild Bluff?"

Grant stared off into the distance before looking at Roger, his gaze as hard as steel. "Let's pray he didn't."

Ten minutes later:

Roger stepped into Grant's room, surprised to see two white candles casing a romantic glow on the room. He sighed and locked the door behind him. Grant stepped out of the bathroom, toothbrush hanging from his mouth. This is what he missed most about having a man of his own. It wasn't the huge moments that were life changing, but the small things like getting dressed in the morning, fighting over skink space, and holding each other at night that made life better. Grant may not be Hayden, but Roger was going to open his heart and see if they could make something of what they had.

He tugged his shirt out of his jeans, pulling it over his head and tossed it to the floor. Next, he worked on his jeans and kicked his shoes to the side. He was naked, save his underwear. Grant ran the water in the bathroom sink and it sounded like he was finishing up.

"I need to shower," Roger said as he entered the bathroom.

Grant turned and nodded, his gazed traveling down Roger then back up. "I'm all for that."

His heart sped up as he tossed his underwear to the floor. Grant stripped then followed him into the shower. Their first touches were tentative and gentle, learning each other slowly. He licked at Grant's mouth, glad when he finally opened. Roger slid his tongue in, fucking Grant's mouth, hoping the man took the idea to heart. He needed to feel Grant inside of him. After a quick swipe of his body with the soap, he turned and spread his legs.

Grant smoothed his hand over Roger's ass, grasping tightly to both cheeks. "I've wanted to have a piece of this ass for a long time."

"Take me."

The smooth chuckle sent shivers down Roger's back. He looked over his shoulder and saw Grant pouring lube on his hand. The first brush of Grant's fingers over his pucker made him jump, but he settled quickly. He breathed in deep, relaxing as Grant worked him open, loosening his ring of muscles.

Then Grant was pressing his cock at Roger's opening, his hands strong and sure on Roger's hips. It seemed like Grant's flat cockhead sat at his opening for a long time, but it had to be only seconds. He pushed forward as Roger shoved his hips back. Pain speared him and he gulped in a breath as he told himself to relax.

Roger closed his eyes, letting the tears come. Only Haden had done this, no one else. But he wanted Grant. His emotions were all over the place as Grant slid in, plastering his body against Rogers.

He grabbed Grant's hands and wove their fingers together. Grant stilled, his lips at Roger's ear. "Let me love you," Grant whispered.

"Yes," Roger replied, amazed that he'd get to start a new chapter with his man who thrilled him with his touches. It may not be what he thought he would have, but life with Grant would be good.

The End

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