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Not when that wet heat surrounded him, Lance sucking like a Hoover. He closed his eyes, but then forced them open. He needed to see this, to see Lance take him in and love on him.

Lance moaned, and he stretched his mouth wide, but Sloan was watching and saw him wince a little as his scars pulled.

“Hey. Come here.” He tugged Lance up, so tickled his lover wanted to give him that, but this was about making them both feel good. They could work up to more acrobatics, right? Sloan got Lance up face-to-face and took a kiss, then brought their cocks together and wrapped his hand around them as best he could.

“Oh, damn.” Lance grunted, nodding, and added his hand to the mix, tugging and squeezing.

“Hell, yes.” This was fucking perfect. Not everything had to be about sweaty gymnastics. Sometimes being close and giving each other orgasms was amazing, and he needed to remember that. “You with me, honey?”

“God, babe. Of course I am.” Lance grinned at him, body undulating, all those muscles moving so much more smoothly now than a few months ago, hot as fireagainst him.

They rocked and thrust, words falling away into grunts and groans and pure rutting, the scent of them heated and musky and full-on, and Sloan’s cock was leaking, and he was about to come like a freight train.

“Sloan!” Lance’s shout rang around the room, and he could hear the dogs barking, and he was so close, teetering on the edge. So when Lance came all over them, so did he, his seed busting right out, his ass clenching and balls squeezing with the force of it.

“Holy Jesus, Lance,” he panted when he could get words out.

“Uh-huh. Better.”

And it was. Better. All the bullshit he’d pulled on Lance in the hot tub seemed further away, as if they’d slept on it already. But it was just that Lance was a damn fine man, and that Lance loved him more than he deserved.

“Shh.” Lance stroked his cheek. “I can hear you thinking. Just relax.”

“I can do that, honey.” He took one more kiss, then got up to get a washcloth to clean them up before letting the dogs in. “Nap?”

“Mmmhmm. Tired.” Lance sounded so sleepy now.

So Sloan crawled into bed with him and the beasts. He had a lot of thinking to do.

But he could do it later. This was too good to waste.

Chapter Twenty-Six

The ranch was bustling, and Lance was trying not to laugh his ass off at everyone as they all milled around, waiting for the last horse to get saddled.

Boone had convinced the old housemate crew to go riding with him, and he was busy putting on a fancy-ass saddle for Chris, who needed to strap in to keep his seat.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Brick repeated.

He seemed way more worried than him and Chris. Stan had decided to skip the riding trip, doing lessons in the paddock with another hand, instead.

“Aren’t you worried, Lance?” Brick asked. “I mean, you’re blind.”

“Boone’s a pro, man. Seriously. I’ve been out with him a lot of times.” He and Boone had been out in the wild yonder beyond the inner paddock half a dozen times. And Boone didn’t have to lead Chris or Brick’s horses. Just his. Not that the guy wouldn’t put them all on a horse-to-horse lead if need be. Maybe that wasn’t a bad idea.

“Would you feel better if we were all hooked together?Boone did that with me and Stan the other day on our mini trail ride.”

“Boone?” Brick asked.

“I can pony Lance, but I wouldn’t want to hook everyone up. Belle is a great lead mare, but Hagar is likely to kick if someone gets too close to his butt. You’re a good rider now, Brick. And Lance and Chris have trail experience too. Do you want me to get another hand?”

“No. No, I know you’re rated for up to five riders…” Brick chuckled. “I’m just a nervous nellie. Driving? Sure. Swimming? On it. Horses? Yikes.”

“You have your legs and your eyes, man. You are golden.” Chris was laughing at Brick. “Swimming has to be way harder.”

“Nah, I have a paddle glove thing that goes on my fake hand, asshole.”

“Okay. Let’s get Chris up and over, gents.”

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