Page 52 of His Fresh Start Cowboy
Brand barely breathed as he studied the barely contained longing in Hugo’s eyes and the silent permission to act on their mutual desire. But Brand couldn’t make himself move or reach for Hugo. He stared at Hugo’s lips, needing to taste them again almost as much as he needed to breathe, and his chest ached with a confusing combination of lust and fear, but he couldn’t seem to break free of either.
As if sensing the invisible barrier keeping Brand at arm’s length, Hugo crushed it by scooting closer and pressing his hot mouth to Brand’s.
Chapter Sixteen
Hugo had started this trip irritated as hell at Brand for what he knew had been a setup from the first phone call. But Brand had been all business until tonight. Tonight, when they’d both begun spilling long-held secrets. Telling Brand more about Buck had hurt but also felt good, like he’d finally unburdened some of those awful memories and the grip they’d long held on him.
Brand sharing his insecurities and fears? Priceless. And endearing as hell, because Brand rarely showed his vulnerable side. He was always the man in charge, with a solution for every problem. Right now, Brand had all kinds of problems and no real solutions to any of them, other than a potentially intense conversation with his father about the future of the ranch. In the best-case scenario, Rem would want to take over as foreman and give Brand the freedom to pursue a new career.
If that was what Brand wanted. He’d lived on the ranch his entire life, minus college, and he’d spent almost two decades focused on running it. Maybe leaving wasn’t what Brand really wanted, but Hugo liked the idea of him realizing he had options, rather than simply living up to his father’s expectations.
The look in Brand’s eyes as they sat by the fire, the intense need burning in them, matched by a tiny bit of fear, had Hugo moving closer and pressing their mouths together in the kind of kiss that was both a question and a demand. Brand’s entire body relaxed, his lips softened, and that was all the cues Hugo needed.
He climbed onto Brand’s lap, straddling the taller, broader man’s hips. Their groins pressed together through tight denim and Brand moaned into his mouth. Hugo deepened the kiss, licking into Brand’s mouth while thrusting his hips, waking his dick up with the friction. Need and arousal heated his skin, and he needed to get some clothes off before he burned up. He yanked Brand’s shirt out of the waist of his jeans and rubbed over bare skin and flexing muscles. Brand made a snack of Hugo’s neck, licking just under his ear in a way that sent shivers of arousal right down Hugo’s spine.
“God, yes,” Hugo whispered, then thrust his erection against Brand’s. Hard. “Tent?”
“Tent.” He squeezed Hugo’s ass. “I brought stuff.”
“Fuuuuuck.” But of course he had. Brand had set this whole thing up, and in that moment, Hugo didn’t give a shit. If this was his chance to finally get fucked by his childhood crush, even if only once, Hugo was going to take it.
He rose on unsteady feet, and they tugged at each other’s shirts and jeans in a messy, desperate way as they walked to the tent. Went inside and shucked off boots, socks, and belts. Brand attacked Hugo’s fly, and Hugo let him, taking the moment to yank his shirt completely off. The tent was cool, but not too cold, and things would heat up soon. Brand dragged his jeans down his legs, but left Hugo’s briefs in place for now.
Hugo pulled Brand’s shirt off, exposing that broad, tanned chest he hadn’t gotten a good look at in a long damned time. A bit of dark hair littered his pecs and abdomen and disappeared in a dark trail toward his very tented jeans. Brand let Hugo wrestle him out of his own worn jeans, but when Hugo reached for his boxers, Brand grabbed his hand.
Brand watched him with an uncertain expression. “I’ve never, uh, been completely naked with a guy before.”
That stunned him into sitting back on his heels. “Not even Jackson?”
“No. When we fucked around, it was usually a quickie in the hayloft, or sometimes we’d park his truck out of sight, but never, you know, naked in a bed. It wasn’t that kind of relationship.”
“Well, this isn’t exactly a bed, but I’d love to see you naked, Brand. You’re fucking gorgeous.”
He couldn’t be sure in the bad light, but he was pretty sure Brand blushed. “You’re pretty fucking hot yourself. Can I suck you?”
“You’d fucking better.” Hugo slipped out of his briefs, baring his straining erection, pleased by the way Brand’s eyes brightened. “You have before, right? Given head?”
“Sure, me and Jacks—you know what? Never mind, I don’t want him in this tent with us. This is you and me, Hugo, and I really wanna do this with you. Have for a while. It’s why I ended my other arrangements. Didn’t feel right anymore, not with you so close by.”
As much as Hugo wanted to cheer over that, his imagination was exploding at the mental image of Brand’s lips wrapped around his cock. He spread his legs and settled back on his elbows on top of his sleeping bag. “I’m all yours, Puck.”
That got a startled bark of laughter from Brand. “Rem told you about that?”
“Sure did.” His sophomore year in high school, Brand had auditioned for the high school’s performance ofA Midsummer Night’s Dreamand he’d landed the lead role of Puck, the magic fairy who manipulates the human lovers at Oberon’s request. He’d been good, too, but then Colt disappeared, and it had taken too much of his free time away from the ranch, so Brand hadn’t done any of the other school plays. “Your mom even showed me a home video of it once.”
“Oh God, of course she did.” Brand laughed again, though. “I did enjoy myself, though. Pretending to be someone else for a while. I think part of that is what drew me to the idea of being a teacher. Being in charge of an arts program like that to challenge a kid’s imagination.”
“I wish you’d been able to achieve that dream.” A dream Brand could still potentially reach for, if that was where his heart truly lay.
“Can’t change it now.” He reached out and stroked Hugo’s dick. “Besides, right now I’ve got more important things to focus on than untrodden career paths.”
“Yeah, you do.”
Brand knelt between Hugo’s spread legs and kept stroking him, while he seemed to look everywhere at once, taking in Hugo’s body. Hugo’s face warmed at the intense way Brand studied him. Sure, he had his own muscles from tossing bales of hay and mucking stalls, but he was short and slender, while Brand was tall and broad with the kind of physique that belonged on a charity cowboy calendar or something. But Brand was looking at Hugo as if he was the most precious thing on earth, and that sent tender feelings right to Hugo’s heart.
That heart sped up a thousand miles an hour when Brand bent at the waist and took half of Hugo’s length right into his mouth. “Holy shit,” Hugo panted. Brand knew exactly what he was doing, too, because after only a few bobs of his head, Hugo’s arm gave out and he flopped onto his back. No longer able to see, only experience the ultimate wow that was Brand Woods sucking his cock.
Brand licked and nipped at his glans, rolled his sac, rubbed his taint, and did everything he could to drive Hugo out of his fucking mind. When Hugo began thrusting his hips, Brand stilled and allowed Hugo to shallowly fuck his mouth for a few moments. Until Hugo went a bit too deep and Brand gagged. Pulled back. His lips were spit-shiny, his eyes wide with lust and hunger. And tenderness.
