Colorado Flames WIth A Texas Twist (16 page)

“Yes,” Brody hissed.

James slid his finger back over the soft skin behind Brody’s balls all the way to the tight pucker. He stroked over the hole, watching Brody’s reaction. The man held still as James explored. It had been a long time since he’d touched a virgin hole. When he hooked up, he wanted the guy to be a sure thing. Dealing with the insecurities of a virgin took too much energy. When he went out for fun, he didn’t want to deal with having to take care of some guy, but with Brody, he wanted to go slowly, taking his time to show the man how much he cared. That was the first clue to how much trouble he was in.

Brody jerked when James delivered more pressure against his hole. James lessened the pressure before pulling his hand away.

“No, more,” Brody pleaded.

He chuckled and kissed Brody’s neck. “Just going for more soap. I won’t enter you, even with my finger, without lube.”

“You can. I’ve used soap before.”

“We have time.”

Brody placed his hands on James’s shoulders and held him away. “Do we?”

James nodded. “I know this is crazy, but I feel things for you.”

“You do?”

“I didn’t want to, and I sure as hell didn’t intend to, but yeah, I feel things for you. I want more than just one night with you.”

“How are we going to do this?”

“No clue, but right now the only thing I want to think about is making love to you.”

“I don’t know if I’m ready to...you know.”

James leaned in and slid his lips gently over Brody’s. “We don’t even have to do that if you don’t want to. There’s so much more that we can do.”

“Oh, thank God. I don’t know, for some reason I thought you wouldn’t understand.”

“I do like a good poke, but that’s not the most important thing.”

“Would you be upset if I never wanted that?” Brody asked.

“No, not at all.”

Brody bit his lower lip and nodded. “You’re too nice.”

“Let’s see how you feel about that after I’ve held you down and tickled you for hours.”

“Hours?”

“Okay, not hours, but seconds.”

Brody laughed and shook his head. “You’re terrible.”

“Yeah, now it’s your turn to wash me. Then we can go to bed and sleep for a while.”

Brody switched places with James and began soaping him. He worked the lather over James’s torso and back, finally dipping to his ass. He’d rinsed most of the soap off and they were barely in the spray, the water only hitting his back, when Brody ran his soapy finger over James’s crack, mimicking what he’d done. James pressed back, opening up enough for Brody to slip the tip of his finger into him. Brody stilled and James reached around, holding Brody’s hand in place.

“Go deeper,” James whispered.

“You sure?”

“Yes, slide in deeper.”

Brody pushed in, his finger filling James. He groaned and pressed back quickly, forcing more of Brody’s finger in. The pain was a little intense, then Brody hit his gland and James shuddered.

“You okay?” Brody asked as he tried to pull out, but James held his hand firmly in place.

“Oh yeah. Fuck that’s good.” James grunted as Brody tapped his prostate. “Feel that?”

“What, this?” Brody rubbed his finger over the gland again and James groaned.

“Yeah, that.”

“What about it?”

“Look at my dick.”

Brody glanced down and groaned. James ducked his head, watching the precome bead at his slit then drip off slowly. Brody used his other hand to reach around and swipe his thumb over the tip. James’s whole body twitched.

“Yeah. More.”

He didn’t have to ask again. Brody dropped to his knees. His mouth opened and he flicked his tongue over the tip of James’s dick.

“Oh God,” James cried out.

“Good?” Brody asked but didn’t give James time to answer. He wrapped his lips over James’s dick and slid down before pulling off and sliding down on him again.

He’d just come and though he wasn’t a one hit kind of guy, he usually needed time to recover. With Brody, he was so turned on he thought he could just keep coming and coming.

James kept his pace slow, not reaching down to grab Brody’s head though he wanted to. If he were with anyone else, he would be slamming his dick into the guy’s mouth, not caring if he could breathe. With Brody, he wanted him to enjoy this experience. That he was Brody’s first guy made him feel special.

Emotions bubbled up inside. James’s heart swelled, leaving him choked up. He needed more of Brody, but he was going to come first. The slide of Brody’s finger inside his ass mixed with the suction on his cock had driven him over the edge. He tapped Brody’s shoulder then tried to hold him back, but Brody kept going.

“Gonna come,” James moaned.

Brody responded by grasping hold of James’s hip and holding him steady. Hot come erupted out of his dick and slid down Brody’s throat. Some of his come leaked out of Brody’s mouth. James smiled when Brody gagged, then pulled out, letting the rest of his come splash to the tub floor.

He tugged at Brody’s arm, drawing him up to standing. He wrapped his arms around the man, kissing the hell out of him. Brody seemed spent as he leaned against James.

“That was intense,” Brody said.

“You’re very good at it. Very good.”

“I know what I like, I just did that to you.”

“I loved it. You made me feel amazing.” James finished rinsing off, making sure Brody was clean before turning off the water. He glanced down and saw that Brody was only half hard. Once they were in bed, he would take care of Brody before they went to sleep.

“Let me dry you.” Brody smoothed the towel over James’s chest and around to his back, carefully drying his ass.

The slide of cloth over his ass and down his legs was luxurious. Brody finished drying his lower half before moving to James’s arms and finally his hair. James grabbed a dry towel and began sliding the thick cloth over Brody’s body. Once they were both dry, James hung the towels. He opened the door and paused.

“I forgot about this mess.”

“Oh yeah, we did leave a bunch of stuff lying around out here.”

They both arranged their luggage, stowing their bags in the closet before folding the clothes they’d worn and placing them on the dresser. Brody stood beside the bed, shifting from one foot to the other.

“Do you have to be on a certain side when you sleep?” James asked.

“Nope, I’m good wherever you want me.”

“In my arms, that’s where I want you. But for tonight, I’ll take the side by the door.”

Brody nodded and hopped into the bed. James opened his suitcase and pulled out a small black box. He’d been debating about getting it out, but a strange feeling twisted inside him, and he always paid attention to strange feelings.

“What’s that?”

“My Glock.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were carrying.”

“I usually do. You okay with that?”

“Yeah, I mean if someone breaks in, I want you to stop them.”

“I figured as much. I’ll slip it under the bed while we sleep.”

“What, not under the pillow?”

“Too big of a chance that I’ll knock it off. I’ll know where it is if I hear anything.”

Brody lay down in the bed and James grabbed the chair, moving it to the door. Earlier, when they’d first come in, he’d flipped the lock and the safety latch. With the chair under the door, it would make a huge racket if anyone tried to break in.

“Chair too?” Brody asked.

“I’d like to get some sleep. If someone wants in here, they’re going to have to make a lot of noise to get inside.”

“Makes sense.”

“I thought so.” James turned off the lights along the way and when he was beside the bed Brody flipped off the lamp on the nightstand. He slipped between the sheets, rolling close to Brody. His lips trailed down Brody’s torso to his hip. Brody moaned and arched up off the bed.

“Like that?” James asked with his lips pressed against Brody’s skin.

“Yes.”

“I’m going to rock your world.” James began licking Brody’s hip, moving slowly to his target. Giving Brody pleasure was his focus. Tomorrow, they’d figure out this mess.

Chapter Nineteen

Lane Daniels bit his knuckle as he watched Lafferty try to change Daniel’s diaper. They were happy in general. Sure they had bumps along the way, but over all, everything was going smoothly. The only issue was diaper time. Everyone wanted to change Daniel’s diaper. Hell, sometimes he wondered if they’d ever have to use the diaper cream because the boy never had a wet or dirty diaper for more than five seconds.

When Lafferty had found out Daniel had been born, he really had been worried that Lane and Gresh were going to kick him out, but once they had Daniel in their home, Lafferty had become one of the most nurturing people he’d ever seen. Matthew loved little Daniel too, but he still enjoyed ranch duties too much to give up plowing or working with the horses.

“I don’t know, I think he looks a little like Gresh,” Lafferty said.

“Trust me, I know who’s sperm was used,” Lane said.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I was there.”

“Well, he’s freaking cute.”

“He is.” Lane loved all three of his boys. That Matthew and Lafferty weren’t his biologically, that didn’t matter.

“I wish I could sleep with him,” Lafferty said.

“I know. But it’s best he’s in the room next to Gresh and I. Plus, if you leave your door open you can hear him cry at night. I really appreciate that you took some of those nighttime feedings in those first few weeks.”

Lafferty nodded and worked on getting Daniel into his sleep suit. Since they were in south Texas they didn’t need a big flannel sleeper, instead they dressed Daniel in a thin blue jumper that fit him just right. Lafferty snapped the last button and held Daniel up so Lane could hold him for a few minutes before he put him to bed. Gresh came in and flipped off the main light. He grabbed a book from the shelf and opened it to the first page. Lane let Daniel drink more formula as he rocked him. The deep timbre of Gresh’s voice soothed both Lane and the baby. Gresh smiled at him and turned the page, reading more from the book. After another minute, Daniel was almost asleep, his eyes drooping. He’d lost interest in the bottle a few minutes ago and Lafferty had taken it. Lane stood and placed Daniel gently into the crib, slowly straightening, careful not to make any jarring movements.

Gresh finished reading the page and stood. Lafferty took the book from Gresh and Lane held out his arm, helping Gresh traverse the room. Lane’s heart filled with pride as all three of them glanced back into the room before shutting the door. This was what he always wanted.

They moved from their sleeping quarters to the kitchen. Gresh had his cane and Lafferty carried the bottle. He stepped into the room and froze. Connor was sitting at the table chatting with Matthew.

“Hey, Connor, I didn’t know you were going to be here tonight. I thought you weren’t going to show up until later in the week.”

Connor stood and came over, wrapping his arms around Lane. “Change of plans. My boss said it would be okay for me to come in day after tomorrow. The meetings changed.”

“I’m glad you’re here,” Gresh said.

Connor pulled Gresh into their hug, holding on tight. Lane would always have a special place in his heart for Connor. No matter how many years passed, he would always think Connor was special.

“Hey, dad, I’m going to take Lafferty out to the barn and show him my new saddle.”

Gresh stepped away from Connor and Lane felt the loss immediately. He unwound from Connor’s arms and watched as Gresh gave Matthew a hug. “Thanks for your help earlier today,” Gresh said.

“I love you, dad.” Matthew kissed Gresh on the cheek before turning to Lane to hug him. “We’ll probably drive into town for ice cream.”

“Just be safe,” Lane said.

“We will.” Matthew grabbed the keys to the truck and tossed his arm over Lafferty’s shoulder.

“Lafferty, keep an eye on him,” Gresh said.

“Yeah, like I could do anything to keep him from doing something stupid.” Lafferty rolled his eyes and punched Matthew in the arm.

“Thanks for talking to me, Uncle Connor. I appreciate your insight,” Matthew said before he and Lafferty left the house.

“Insight?” Lane asked.

“He wants to go into the military. I told him that he’d do well in the Marines.” Connor took the seat he’d been occupying earlier.

“He would,” Lane agreed.

“I don’t know. Really, the military?” Gresh questioned.

“Hey, I was in the military,” Lane said.

“Same here. I was Marine.” Connor puffed out his chest, his chin held high.

“Fine, I’m okay with military for Matthew, but I don’t think it would be good for Lafferty.”

“No, probably not,” Connor said.

“So, Connor, how are you doing?” Lane asked.

Connor sat back and crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m good. Mike is very good for me. I loved Riley, don’t ever doubt that, but Mike has done things for me that I don’t think Riley ever could have.”

“Like what?” Gresh asked.

“I’ve grown. I was afraid of so much when I was with Riley. With Mike, I’ve been able to get over some things that had me trapped when I was with Riley. I don’t know, maybe I could have overcome that stuff anyway, but I’ll never know.”

Lane was going to grab a beer, but remembered how much Connor struggled with drinking. “Anyone want a Coke or tea?”

“I’m fine,” Gresh said. “Actually I’m tired. I’m going to go to bed.”

“I’ll be there in just a little bit,” Lane said.

“Take your time.” Gresh kissed him on the cheek before leaving.

“How’s he doing?” Connor asked when Gresh was gone.

“He still has issues with his balance, but he’s okay.”

“Are you two okay?”

“Oh yeah, that’s one reason why I said I would be in there soon. I owe him something and I need to pay up, otherwise he starts charging me interest.”

“Interest?” Connor laughed.

“He’s got a thing for tying me up. If I don’t pay up on things I owe him soon enough he’ll bind one leg, or two. Then it’s hands, or a blindfold. He’s very inventive.”

Connor laughed. “Well, I don’t want to keep you from your fun. I did just drive in, so I’m tired. I’ll be going to bed soon. Mind if I wait up for Matthew and Lafferty?”