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He moved like a rattler. All muscle and coiled power, flinging me to my back, then sitting atop me, book forgotten, his hot hazel gaze locked with mine.
“I want you to tell me what you want, Baker.” He took my right hand and gently placed it on my chest. My left he led down to our cocks now lined up and leaking. “I want you to tell me with your words what you want from me.”
I felt some of the rigidity in my body—aside from my prick, obviously—begin to leach into his sleeping bag as he took control.
“I want you to fuck me until my brain is quiet.” The words whispered over dry lips. His gaze softened as he recognized the candor in my plea. And so he began to peel away the bark that I shielded myself in, lifting one layer, then another with his touch and his tongue. He stole a kiss that left me weak under his weight. I gripped our cocks tightly, rubbing the slits to gather precum as he took me apart with nothing more than his tongue in my mouth and his dick next to mine. He licked deep, taking each breath, inhaling it then breathing it back into my lungs. I lost track of who was who as he and I began to merge. To dovetail. When I was shivering and unable to speak, he took a moment to slip a leg over his shoulder.
“Yes, yes,” I whispered, my hand now clutching my cock as he moved between my legs, his cockhead seeking entry. “Lube,” I croaked out.
He glanced downward and let a string of spittle drop from his lip to where his cock lay in wait. I arched up at the sight. He moved up and back, smearing the spit over my balls and hole.
“More,” I begged, and he gave it to me.
“Get the lube.” I flailed around until I found it shoved under a canteen. Probably from where we had thrown it the last time I’d come here looking for dick. “God your hole is so pink and pretty.”
Sounds that could have been words escaped me. I handed him the lube and flung everything inside my skull into that beautiful void where there was no worry, no self-recriminations, no bills, no family, and no endless temptations. There was nothing but him and me and the pressure of being wholly fulfilled. He slid in with a soft grunt, his grip on my thigh firm as he pressed it into my chest.
“Give it to me. That last thread that you’re holding onto, Baker. Let go. Let me in.”
Hewasin, fully, his fat hot dick was deep inside me. What more did he want? I moaned in frustration when he just knelt there, cock growing even fatter as he reached out to run his thumb over my bottom lip.
Unsure of what he was asking, I let my arm fall from my chest, the cast thudding to the thickness of his bedding, and searched his eyes for something. It took me a moment, given that I was rock hard with a stiff dick in my ass, but once I located it, I felt the final brick that had been holding up that shaky wall crack.
“I trust you,” I croaked as I clenched. His body trembled, tightened, but his gaze grew mellow as if he saw into me, the real me, the scared as shit Baker who so wanted to be loved but was scared to death of driving another poor soul away.
“I trust you,” he parroted back and began to move. I gasped at the sensations that he began to wring out of me. He drove deep, rocking me hard, pushing in so far that I felt close to bursting.Each thrust made me cry out as he carried me into the night sky. We soared over the plump moon, through the thin strings of cloud, and burst through a star. My cock exploded, coating my belly with pearly ropes as he drove hard, then filled me. There was no ranch, no failed marriage, no years spent in the bottom of a bottle, no mother drifting away day by day, and no father who cared so little he left and never returned. All of that was back on Earth. As my muscles contracted and I clung to Hanley’s shoulders, I was weightless. There was an old sci-fi movie with a tagline about no one being able to hear you scream in space. As I floated, I held him close, so close, and yet not close enough.
“I feel things for you,” I confessed as we lay there tangled like fishing lines on a windy day. “Scares me bad.”
He gathered me close, pulled free of my body, and rolled us to our sides, taking care of my casted arm. Then he kissed me. Tenderly, his pillow lips gently moving over mine, dropping tiny pecks to the corners of my mouth as he situated my cast on my hip. The air rolling in the open flap gave me chills. Either that or it was this man’s tender ministrations after he had blasted me into the ozone that were giving me goosebumps.
“I feel those things too,” he confided before tucking the sleeping bag around us. Sharing a pillow was intimate as hell. I wasn’t sure I had ever done anything like this with Tanya. Nose to nose, gazing into each other’s souls. Yeah, that would be a nope.
“I’m not good at relationships,” I said while enjoying the hell out of the warm surge of his spend leaking out of me. Someone should find something to clean up with, but he seemed fine with having his hairy chest tight to mine as my cum glued us together. I was, too, if I were being honest.
“I’m not either. I got hurt once, badly, and decided that running all the time was the best way to not get hurt again. Catch me if you can, Cupid.” I tucked a small strand of cinnamonhair behind his ear. “Then I rolled into Oklahoma and met this cowboy…”
“Sounds like a country song,” I said as the cool air wafted into the tent, chilling my overheated brow and cheeks.
“Yeah, it kind of does. Only this isn’t a song about heartbreak, or I hope it isn’t. I’m exposing myself here, Baker, and that’s something I rarely do. Most of the time when I meet a man who I like, I get some ass then hit the road. But there’s something about you and this land. You’re wiggling your way into my heart.”
“And that sounds like you may have picked up a parasite while swimming in some tropical river.”
That made him smile weakly, and I pecked his lips. “Sorry. I’m feeling really open here and when I feel that way, I tend to try to pull back. Sarcasm and grumpiness always work.”
“I get it.” He placed a hand on my hip, his touch warm and reassuring. “Trust me, I get it. I’m not great at balancing emotions, so I’m going to have to take this slow. I think my heading north for a few weeks will be a good thing. It’ll give us time to clear our heads and make sure that it’s not just the incredible physical attraction that we have for each other that’s coloring our thoughts. Sometimes people confuse lust with love. I don’t want to do that this time.”
I saw the sadness enter his gaze even in the shadowed interior of the tent. The small battery-powered lantern showed me a lot of pain in his green-brown eyes.
“Who hurt you?” I dared to ask and got a slow, heavy exhalation. His breath fanned my face as he gathered a breath, or perhaps it was his strength he was pulling up like a cloak. “You don’t have to tell me. This isn’t a meeting. There’s no dictate that you have to share. Hell, even in meetings, there’s no rule that youmustvomit up all your past misdeeds and fuckups.”
“But it helps,” he offered, and I nodded. “Yeah, see that’s another thing about this thing we have percolating between us. I don’t talk about my past much. It’s not a pretty thing. But you’ve been so damn honest with me that I’d feel like a snake if I wasn’t being just as candid.”
I rubbed his firm biceps under the cover. Somewhere in the distance a screech owl called out in the night. He rolled to his back, the lantern’s glow warming his face. I enjoyed looking at his profile.
“My first year of college, I met a man, much older, a professor.” He peeked my way through his mussed hair. “You don’t look as shocked as I assumed you would be.”
“When you come from a place of dependence like I have, you don’t look down on others for their past mistakes.” I moved closer to rest my arm over his belly. He placed his hands on my cast with delicacy. “He was the one that hurt you?”
