The Broken H (12 page)

“Does it have to do with my glasses?”

Damn!
Gray groaned. “Fine.”

Shane smiled. “You have any other perversions I should know about?”

“Is that a trick question?” Gray studied Shane for a minute. Damn, the man looked fine on a horse.

“Why would that be a trick question?”

“‘Cause I’ve always had a thing for your hair.” What would that long mane feel like wrapped around his—

Shane laughed. “Oh, no.”

“No?” Gray grinned so wide his face hurt. God, this was fun.

“No, you aren’t jerking off in my hair.” Shane was still chuckling.

“How ‘bout using it to wrap around my dick while I—”

Shane shook his head and snorted loudly. “No. Geez, I had no idea you had all these fetishes.”

“What can I say, chief, you inspire me.” And he did, too. Gray had never really considered himself kinky. But, man, he sure did want to try out a few things with Shane. He peered down at the cuffs on his belt. Gray shivered, his cock hardening right up.

“What was that about? That little moan?”

Moan?
He’d moaned? “Just thinking about you cuffing me to the bed.”

Shane turned, meeting him eye to eye, serious as could be. “Now, that I could do.” That intense stare made Gray’s cock stiffen further. He swept a glance down Shane’s body.

Shane adjusted himself, facing forward. “You ever done that? Let someone tie you up?”

“Nope. Never trusted anyone enough.” And that was the truth; the thought of it with any other lover would have scared the hell out him.

Shane groaned. “Damn!” He rearranged his dick again. “Change the subject already. How was work?”

Good idea.
Gray shifted in the saddle, making Dixie side step a little. “Work was good. Slow as usual. Not that I’m complaining. It beats getting shot at like the time I was on the force in San Antone.”

Shane’s jaw tightened. “Yeah, definitely better.”

The realization that Shane had worried about him should have made him feel good, but it didn’t. He’d never considered that his former job scared Shane, but he supposed he should have. He didn’t like the thought of Shane being uneasy because of him. Shane had been there with Gray’s parents the day he’d been shot. It had only been a flesh wound, but all three of them had showed up on the door step of his apartment mere hours after they’d heard. They had to have left the ranch immediately to have gotten there as quickly as they did.

“It’s better than you riding bulls, too.”

“You never said anything. You never told me it bothered you.”

“You weren’t speaking to me at the time.” Shane gave him a meaningful look, then abruptly grinned. “I used to get nauseous when I saw you ride.”

“You watched me on the circuit?” He couldn’t remember ever seeing Shane at a rodeo. Of course, if Shane had been in the stands and stayed away, he wouldn’t have.

“Several times. I was there the night you came off that bull and hit the gate, knocking yourself unconscious.” Shane sat straighter in the saddle, his jaw tightening again. “I like you being sheriff.”

Damn!
That had been a fucked up night. Later, Gray thought he’d seen Shane stay with him in the hospital, but he’d convinced himself that it was a hallucination from his concussion. “I’m sorry I worried you, chief.” A little quieter, he added, “Thank you for sitting with me all night.”

Shane’s eyes shot to his, surprised.

“I thought I was seeing things.”

Shane nodded once, his demeanor still stiff, but slowly relaxing.

It was time to change the subject again, but first…”I like me being sheriff, too.”

Shane smiled. His eyes raked down Gray, then up. The stare was so intense that if Gray didn’t know better, he’d have thought Shane could see through his uniform. Shane moved on the saddle and looked away.

“So, what am I going to tell my parents?”

“I told them you were coming out to help with chores this morning. I also told your mom we’d both be eating dinner with them.”

“I know, but aren’t they going to wonder why I’m sleeping at your place?”

“Nope. I told them that I’d put you up at my place, so you wouldn’t be going in and out disturbing them.”

“That worked?”

“Yup, ‘cause then I remembered something I had to do and rushed out, before they could assure me you wouldn’t disturb them.”

Gray laughed. Well, that was one way to handle it. He still thought it would be easier to just tell them. That way they’d quite bugging Shane to meet his boyfriend and everything would be out in the open, but he wasn’t going to pressure Shane.

“Come on. I need a shower before dinner. And if we hurry, I might have enough time to cuff you to the bed before we have to go eat.” Shane and Koko took off in a gallop.

Gray choked back a laugh and heeled his horse. So much for his thighs and backside not being sore; his cock had decided to give chase.

* * *

“Really, honey, you won’t be disturbing us if you want to stay here.” Kaitlyn bussed Gray as she handed him a plate of cookies.

“It’s okay, Mom. I’m going to get up early with Shane tomorrow and feed the animals and stuff. Maybe go fishing.” Gray kissed his mother back and opened the kitchen door.

Shane snagged a chocolate chip cookie off the plate Gray was holding on his way out the door. Gray grumbled playfully and pulled the plate closer to his body. “I got these for me.”

“Don’t be greedy, or I won’t take you fishing tomorrow.” Shane took a bite of cookie, making sure to “Mmm” loudly.

Kaitlyn chuckled. “Should I fix you your own plate of goodies, Shane?”

He kissed Kaitlyn’s cheek. “Nope, I’m good. Thank you for dinner. Call if you need anything.”

“I will.” She returned Shane’s kiss and whispered, “I’m so glad the two of you are getting along again.”

Shane felt a stab of guilt but managed a grin and a wink. “Me, too.” He popped the rest of the cookie in his mouth and stepped onto the porch, leaving Gray to follow. “Night, Kaitlyn.”

“Night, Shane. I’ll fix breakfast at six tomorrow if you boys are interested.”

“We’ll be here, Mom. Night.”

“Night, Gray.”

The back door clicked shut and Gray caught up to him, halfway across the drive. “They seemed happy to have us both at dinner.”

“Yeah, they did. It’s been a long time since we’ve both been there, with the exception of Thanksgiving and Christmas. They’ve missed you, and you’re probably the best medicine possible for your dad. He looked better tonight. More color in his face, did you notice?”

Gray moved beside him, offering him a cookie. “Yes, I did.”

Shane accepted it, popping it into his mouth as he swung open the front door of his home. Gray strolled in past him, stuffing another cookie in his own mouth, looking happy and carefree.

Shane grinned and shut and locked the door. He finished off his cookie and followed Gray into the kitchen. After Gray dumped the remaining cookies into the cookie jar on counter, Shane took the plate from him and placed it in the sink. He twined both arms around Gray’s neck and kissed his chin. “Go to the bedroom, get naked and I’ll be right there.”

Gray’s lip lifted on one side. He opened his mouth to say something, but Shane silenced him with a finger on his lips.

“Shh. Go.”

Gray’s eyes twinkled, then he turned and hightailed it to the bedroom so quickly Shane couldn’t help but chuckle.

As soon as Gray was out of sight and rustling from the bedroom signaled he was getting undressed, Shane went to the closet next to the front door. Unfortunately, they’d had to hurry to dinner and hadn’t gotten to play earlier, but he was pretty sure there was some rope in there.

He’d never given much thought to tying anyone up, but after Grayson had mentioned it this afternoon, the idea had taken root and refused to let go. A chance to worship that magnificent body without Gray touching back and making him insane with those incredible hands and mouth was very appealing. All throughout dinner he’d sat there, alternately conversing and eating while imagining Gray naked and cuffed to his bed. He’d had a hell of a time not reaching under the table and repositioning his hard on during dinner. His prick was rock hard just thinking about tying Gray up.

Shane rummaged through the junk, a lawn chair, a baseball bat, a tent…good grief he needed to go through this closet.
Aha!
He pulled out a coil of nylon rope. This would work much better than cuffs. He put all the other stuff back, closed the door and headed for the bedroom.

Gray was stretched out naked on the big four-poster, his long legs slightly spread and his hands behind his head. His cock was hard, arched slightly over his defined belly. His abs and pectoral muscles quivered, flexing when he saw Shane. Shane’s own cock was fully erect. He unsnapped and unzipped his jeans, giving himself more room.

Gray grinned, examining him closely. When he noticed the rope, he got a gleam in his eye. “Thought you were going to use my cuffs, chief.”

Shane shook his head, coming close to the bed. “They’d hurt your wrists. ‘Sides this way I can tie your legs, too.” He tossed the coil on to the bed next to Gray and opened the nightstand drawer, looking for a pocket knife. He pulled out the lube and tossed it next to the rope and continued to dig. Finally, he found what he was looking for; Gray had given it to him as a gift one Christmas.

“You’re going to tie my legs, too?” Gray’s brow furrowed and his body tensed a little.

Shane sat down on the edge of the bed and ran his fingers over Gray’s stomach, feeling the muscles jump under his attention. He caught Gray’s gaze. “Not if you don’t want me to.”

Gray thought about it for a minute. His body seemed to loosen up and he came upright, reaching for Shane. Shane pulled him close, pressing their lips together, trying to reassure him. But Gray turned the tables on him and took over their kiss. His tongue caressed and laved the inside of Shane’s mouth, pushing in and out. Shane moaned and pulled away. The idea was to pleasure Gray, not to get immersed himself. “Can I tie you up, Grayson?”

Gray nodded, his eyes half closed and smoldering. He reached for Shane again. “Come ‘ere first, chief.”

Shane shook his head and deflected his lover’s hands. “Lie down and spread your arms and legs so I can tie them to the posts.”

Gray grumbled something that sounded like, “Meanie” but did as Shane directed.

Shane made quick work of cutting the rope into four equal sections and securing Gray’s limbs to the big wooden bed frame. He tied them loosely so that Gray could get free if he really wanted to and so the rope wouldn’t cut into his skin. He wanted Gray in ecstasy, not pain. He stepped back, looking at his handy work and nearly swallowed his tongue.

His randy sheriff was already panting, a small sheen of sweat over his body, and his skin was pale against the dark blue comforter. His eyes were shut now, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. Those firm stomach muscles flexed and his hips lifted off the bed, making his dick bob—a glistening wetness appeared on his belly and the tip of his cock. He opened his eyes, meeting Shane’s.

Damn, the man was gorgeous. He took off his glasses and placed them on the nightstand. He didn’t need them this close up and they’d only get in the way. Then he slowly peeled off his clothes as Gray watched his every motion. Self-consciousness was impossible when Gray licked his lips as he focused on Shane’s actions. Once he was completely nude, he reached behind him and pulled the end of his braid forward. He knew Gray loved his hair. Freeing the rubber band, he unbraided it, letting it fall around his body.

Gray moaned, his hips shifting on the mattress again. “Oh, God, Shane. Please get up here and touch me.”

How could he deny such a sweet plea? He couldn’t. Shane crawled onto the bed, sitting back on his knees between Gray’s outstretched legs. Looking his fill, he ran his hands down Gray’s taut stomach and thighs, never touching the leaking prick.

Gray growled at him. “You’re evil!”

“Shh…I’m doing this, not you. You are supposed to feel and let me enjoy the work.”

“Then get to the doing. Touch me, damn it.”

Shane tugged some of his hair forward, twining it around Gray’s cock and letting it slide away again. “Like this?” His hair almost tickled as it hit his own body. He wondered what it felt like surrounding Gray’s penis.

Gray moaned, his hips pushing up, humping the air a little. Shane repeated his action, this time wrapping his hair with his hand firmly around the hair. He pumped several times, then let go. He lifted his hair away and brushed it across Gray’s testicles, teasing him with it.

Gray gasped, his arms and abs flexing as he tried to grab Shane. Shane scooted lower so that he was eye level with the red and tightly drawn balls. Moving his hair to the side, he kept it out of his face but draped it over Gray’s thigh. He licked a line from the base of Gray’s dick down to the bottom of his balls, then back up again.

His lover’s legs tensed and another low gravelly moan filled the air. Shane smiled and closed his mouth over Gray’s testicles, sucking lightly. They were so close to his body that Shane had no problem getting both in his mouth. He inhaled the musky scent of Gray’s flesh as he rubbed his face lightly against the other man’s thigh. His own dick was aching with need now, but no way was he going to stop.

He snaked his tongue below Gray’s balls, grazing the puckered hole he found there.

Gray grunted with need and raised his hips up, giving Shane better access. “Oh, fuck!”

Shane continued to lick and prod the best he could with his tongue with Gray tied. He thought about releasing one of Gray’s legs so he could rim him better, but he didn’t want to stop long enough to do so. Licking at the rosy opening, he made sure to get it completely wet and slippery. When he was satisfied there was enough moisture, he slipped a finger inside.

Gray gasped and immediately started thrusting and simultaneously pushing down, trying to take more of Shane’s finger. He was so lovely in his complete abandon that he had Shane’s own prick throbbing eagerly against the bed.

Shane grabbed Gray’s hips, sliding up at the same time. He used his other hand to guide Gray’s dick into his mouth.