Page 37 of For the Love of the Bull Rider

His Christmas list was forming itself in his head without much effort as he continued chopping onions and wiping his eyes. It was gonna be a great year if Tim Moran had any say in the matter.

“Holy… that food was so damn good. Your aunt’s an amazin’ cook. Momma can hold her own, but Katie seems to add somethin’ special to everything. Anyway, I need to put some shit in a suitcase, I guess.”

Tim and Matt had tucked Ryan into his bed at the ranch. It had been a long day, but it had been historic. Everyone had a great time, and when Matt said he was grateful for Tim’s love for himand his son, nobody at the table fluttered an eyelid. They were accepted, and Tim was beyond grateful.

“When will you be home?” Tim went about unpacking the duffel he’d brought from the farm, placing underwear into the drawer Matt had cleaned out for him.

“I’m prayin’ for Saturday, but I’ll need to let ya know once I get a handle on things. What’re y’all gonna do while I’m gone?” Matt pulled out a few pairs of jeans and a couple of shirts. He started to shove them into a small suitcase before Tim grabbed them.

“I’ll pack it, you just get the clothes you want.” Matt kissed his lips and went about gathering his things.

Tim packed them into the bag, being mindful of the fact his man wouldn’t iron anything, and he had no idea what Matt was going to do in El Paso anyway. It was a lesson in faith, really. Tim knew he had to trust the man he loved. So he did.

“I think Ryan and I might go to the mall in Roanoke. He wants to do some shopping, and he wants to see Santa, remember?”

Matt stopped what he was doing and sat down on the bed, taking Tim’s hand between his. “I hate to ask, but can ya hold off on the Santa thing till I get back home? I really wanna be there with him ‘cause this might be the last year he still believes in Santa, plus I need to hear his list. Maybe you can stall him?”

Tim wasn’t sure if it was possible to try to stall the boy because he’d talked about it all day, but he knew he’d do what he could. “I’ll try. When’s his saddle gonna be done? I can pick it up while he’s in school and leave it over at the farm. Any news from Uncle Josh about a horse for you?” Tim went back to packing Matt’s things. After they finished, Tim and Matt went to bed…naked.

“I’m gonna miss you, Timmy.” When the man pushed it inside Tim after a few minutes of direct stimulation, hard cock to hard cock, it felt so incredibly filling, Tim was unable to speak for a few minutes.

Matt seemed to know how to drive Tim crazy with the movement of his hips, and he knew how to graze his cock against Tim’s prostate, lighting him up inside.

“I love you.” Matt leaned forward to kiss Tim’s lips after he hooked his hands over the smaller man’s shoulders to anchor him.

It felt so good, Tim couldn’t stay quiet. “Oh, fuck, Matty. That feels…” His body got away from him, and before he had a chance to say anything else, Tim shot off between them.

Tim felt the man’s cock pulse inside him, and when he leaned forward to kiss Matt, the man’s love swept over him. “Fuck, baby, I love bein’ inside of ya. It feels better than anything I’ve ever felt.” Matt wasn’t usually so forthcoming when they were together, but that night, he was giving Tim all the love he needed.

Matt made love to him again later that night after the pair had slept for a couple of hours. He kissed Tim like they might never see each other again as his thick cock breached Tim’s entrance and grazed his prostate, causing him to climax as it hit him like a freight train.

Tim craved the feeling of Matt’s hard muscles under his fingers as he wrapped his arms around the bull rider’s broad shoulders. The man held him gently and continued to shower Tim with kisses as the two moved against each other in the heavenly dance of lovemaking. It felt so wonderful, Tim sighed as Matt kissed his neck.

As they settled in for more sleep, Matt chuckled in Tim’s ear. “I heard a rumor over at the Katydid about you carryin’ on with a cute blonde gal. What’s that about?”

Tim cleared his throat. “That’s about something for Aunt Katie. It’s a surprise.”

Matt snuggled close to his body. It wasn’t a total lie, or so Tim justified. He’d tell the man everything, eventually. It reallywasintended to be a surprise for Aunt Katie. Until Tim had it figured out, there was no use bogging Matt down with the details. He had enough on his plate.

Chapter Sixteen

“We need to be smart about how we tackle this list. How big is Rocky Whipple?” Tim asked Ryan as they stood in the boys’ department of Macy’s at Valley View Mall in Roanoke.

Ryan brought along a handwritten list, and while everything wasn’t spelled perfectly, Tim could make out the intent. The boywas on a mission to buy gifts for the Whipple family, and Tim was going to let him.

While Ryan was busy getting dressed, Tim had called his new lawyer, Ronni Turnberry. It was sort of a test regarding hisallegedwindfall… he instructed her to make a draw on the trust as soon as she could make it happen. She asked how much and for his checking account information.

When Tim stopped at an ATM to get cash, after taking Matt to the airport for his trip to El Paso, Tim did a double take at his account balance. The woman hadn’t lied. The cash Tim had requested was there, down to the penny.

He also gave the lawyer Cindy Whipple’s name and asked if she could have someone check into the Whipple family’s living arrangements and the current status of the mother’s health. Ronni told him it was no problem to investigate both issues, promising him information by close of business on Monday.

Tim decided it was best to try to dissuade Ryan of buying most of the things on his extensive shopping list because Tim had a better idea of how to help the family. No way was he getting out of buying Rocky a new coat. It was a priority for Ryan, and Tim damn well wouldn’t do anything to quell the boy’s compassionate heart.

“He’s bigger than me, Timmy. I think Gramma Jeri knows his momma ‘cause of school. Can we call and ask her?”

Tim nodded and directed them over to a quiet corner of the store, retrieving his cell phone to call Miss Jeri. It rang twice before the woman answered. “Hello, Tim. How you doin’, honey? How’s the shoppin’?”

Jeri and he had talked the day before about Tim’s and Ryan’s plans to do a little shopping after dropping Matt off at the airport. She’d hugged Tim tightly when he told her it was just going to be Ryan and him so they could start some traditions. Itseemed to make her happy, but she didn’t explain it more than saying, “It’s about time somebody did.”

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