Page 31 of For the Love of the Bull Rider

When Ryan yawned, Tim leaned forward to kiss his forehead. “I’m gonna go clean up the dinner dishes. You and Daddy snuggle a little while. I’ll seeyouon Thursday, bud.”

The Collins and Simmons families were planning to have Thanksgiving dinner together at the Katydid. Aunt Katie had insisted she should host since Katydid had a bigger kitchen and dining room, so she and Jeri had agreed to cook together and invite all the ranch and farm hands who had nowhere else to go. Tim volunteered to help, and he was looking forward to learning from the masters.

“I love you, Timmy.”

A lump formed in Tim’s throat at the boy’s words, but he swallowed it down, not wanting to embarrass either of them.

He gave the boy a broad grin. “I love you, too, kiddo. We’re partners in crime, remember? We’ll go for a ride at the farm on Thursday afternoon while the turkey’s cooking.” Ryan returned Tim’s smile and nodded before Tim left the room.

After he finished loading the dishwasher, the fridge door opened behind him. “Beer?”

Tim closed the dishwasher and turned to look at his man before he dried his hands. Matt’s very attractive ass was sticking out as he bent over to grab the bottles.

“Naw, babe. I need to get home. Was he okay?” Tim tilted his head toward the hallway where Ryan’s room was located.

Matt chuckled as he took a seat in a kitchen chair, putting the beer on the table as he reached for Tim. He pulled him closer and lifted him onto the table in front of him. “He asked if we were gonna get married like Mom and Dad, and he asked if we could get a dog when you lived here because he thought you’d like company in the office when you’re workin’. He’s a conniver, I’ll tell ya.”

Tim couldn’t hold the giggle when he put his hands over Matt’s larger ones resting on his thighs. Matt moved his chair closer to Tim, his eyes not leaving Tim’s face. “He’s a very intelligent little man, Matt. He’s like seven going on twenty-seven.”

Matt laughed as well before he pulled Tim to straddle his lap, surprising the younger man. “Now, that’s better. So, you’re movin’ in when? I really want you and Chester to be settled before Christmas so when we bring Josie over, she’ll have familiar comp’ny. Josh has that new Appaloosa stallion, Chief. He’s that small, gaited horse. I think that’d be a cute foal if we bred Josie to him.”

Chief was a six-year-old stallion Uncle Josh took as a trade for a mare, Pegasus, that one of the boarders had given him. They couldn’t afford the board because the husband lost his job, so they gave Josh the mare in lieu of payment.

Uncle Josh had found the little stud horse on the internet and liked his lines, so he negotiated a trade with the seller in West Virginia. The smaller horse had plenty of get-up-and-go, as Uncle Josh had told him when he bought the stallion home.

When Josh and Katie went to pick up the horse, they stayed an extra day to go to the casino and horse races in Charlestown. They had a good time and suggested Matt and Tim might want to try it sometime.

“Yeah, well, maybe we let Ryan have his time to ride her before you get her knocked up with a family.” Tim was teasing, which brought a fantastic laugh from Matt before he brushed his lips over Tim’s, reminding him why he was ass-over-appetite in love with Matthew Collins.

Tim wrapped his arms around Matt’s neck and threaded his fingers in the man’s dark, silky hair. Matt’s hands were resting on Tim’s ass, kneading his cheeks like they were sourdough. It felt good, and once again, Tim wanted to throw himself at the bull rider and take him to bed, but then the other shit crept in regarding Matt’s mother-in-law and her desire to upset a happy family.

He pulled away and stared into those stunningly beautiful, blue eyes of Matt’s. “I love you, Matthew, but I think, maybe, we should slow things down until you deal with the issue of Mona. You can’t give her any reason to challenge your custody of Ryan. I’m afraid, with the political climate here in Virginia, a relationship between the two of us would be like a gift from the gods for her case if she got the right judge.”

Tim whispered the words because saying them in a regular voice made it too real. Feeling the bull rider’s arms around him was like a dream Tim didn’t want to wake from.

Matt smirked and pulled Tim closer, rubbing their hard cocks together through their clothes. “I’m not gonna let that crazy bitch come between us, Timmy. I’ll handle her, you got my word on that. I won’t push you into stayin’ tonight, but I want you here this weekend, please? I thought maybe we could take a ride up to DC and show Ryan the sights. It’s supposed to be a nice weekend, and I got us a room at a little hotel in Arlington, not farfrom the Metro. What do you think? We can go up on Saturday morning and spend the night. You game?”

How could Tim say no to such a wonderful invitation? “Sounds perfect.” He leaned forward and kissed Matt again as the man wrapped his arms around Tim tightly. The embrace was orgasm inducing.

Tim was certain of the decision as if a neon light were hanging over Matt’s head. “Take me to bed and make love to me.”

Tim knew it was a big deal to both of them because it meant a commitment Tim had been hesitant to give… but he couldn’t deny how much he loved Matt, and he was more than ready to show him.

Giving himself to Matt Collins seemed to be the perfect way to show the universe how happy he was that the man had come into his life… even if it was only that one time.

If Tim believed in all the negative signs flashing in front of him, it was as though the fates were conspiring against them on a daily basis—the latest being Mona’s interest in gaining custody of Ryan.Things have been going too smoothly. It was bound to happen that everything would catch up and eventually implode.”Tim cringed at the thought.

In his opinion, giving Matt his virginity seemed like a fitting send-off. He doubted he’d love again, but while he had the man’s love, he was going to embrace it.

Chapter Thirteen

Tim was sitting in the office at Katydid Farm the next morning, squirming a little when Mickey Warren walked in with the tally sheet from the white board in the barn, giving the count for hay and grain to go into the inventory system.

He gave Tim a smirk and sniffed around the office, then he moved closer to Tim, sniffing like crazy. “What the fuck are you doing?” Tim’s face heated up, embarrassed for no reason at all.

With the most serious look Tim had ever seen, Mickey leaned over the desk and held his hand under Tim’s chin, forcing him to look into the cowboy’s eyes. “Aww, I’m right. You smell different cause you’re not a virgin anymore.”

Tim was mortified and slapped the hand away. The only question: How the fuck could Mickey tell? It had only happened the night before…

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