Page 42 of Saddles and Snowstorms
“I’ve been tested,” Rowan added nonchalantly. “All clear.”
“But I haven’t…”
He paused, looking down at me. “Brooks, when’s the last time you had sex?”
I looked up and to the left, trying to recall the memory. “November,”I said, remembering those long-suppressed memories. “Fifteen years ago.”
A smile crept over Rowan’s face. “Oh, I think we’re okay.”
He stretched across my body to reach into the nightstand, his chest brushing against mine, and I couldn’t resist leaning up to catch one of his nipples between my teeth. He gasped, his body jerking against mine.
“Fuck,” he breathed, fumbling with the drawer. “I take it you’re okay with fucking me then?”
“I am if you are.”
His eyes darkened as he growled his response. “More than you know.”
Rowan finally retrieved the bottle from the drawer and sat back, straddling my thighs. He looked down at me with those forest-green eyes, a hint of vulnerability behind the desire.
“Been a while for me too,” he admitted, uncapping the bottle. “Not fifteen years, but... long enough.”
I ran my hands up his thighs, feeling the muscles tense under my touch. “We can go slow.”
His lips quirked into that half-smile that did things to my insides. “I don’t want slow.” He poured a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. “I’ve been thinking about this since I first saw you, Brooks. Standing there in your ridiculous cowboy hat, looking at me like I was some kind of alien.”
“You were,” I said, breath catching as he reached behind himself. “A city boy in Sagebrush? Might as well have been from Mars.”
Rowan’s eyelids fluttered as he worked himself open, his free hand braced against my chest. I could only watch, mesmerized, as pleasure transformed his features. His cock twitched against my stomach with each movement, leaving glistening trails on my skin. I’d never seen anything so erotic in all my life.
“Not Mars,” he breathed, adding another finger. “Just Austin.”
I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he prepared himself, his muscles tensing with each movement. My hands roamed over his thighs, his hips, his stomach—anywhere I could reach. I was desperate to touch him, to feel every inch of him.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmured, the words slipping out before I could stop them.
His eyes flew open, surprise flickering across his face before it melted into something warmer. He leaned down to kiss me, his lips soft against mine.
“So are you,” he whispered against my mouth. “Even with that scruffy jaw and your grumpy fuckin’ face.”
I chuckled, the sound turning into a groan as he reached between us to wrap his slick hand around my cock. He stroked me firmly, spreading the lube, and I nearly bucked him off my lap.
“Easy there, cowboy,” he teased, positioning himself above me.
Our eyes locked as he slowly lowered himself onto my cock. The tight heat of him enveloped me inch by inch, and I had to grip his thighs hard enough to bruise to keep from thrusting up into him.
“Jesus Christ,” I growled, watching his face as he took me all the way in. His mouth fell open in a silent gasp, eyes half-lidded and dark with pleasure.
“You okay?” I managed to ask, every muscle in my body straining with the effort to stay still.
Rowan nodded, adjusting to the feel of me inside him. “More than okay,” he breathed, experimentally rolling his hips. The movement sent shockwaves of delight through me, and I couldn’t help the deep moan that escaped my throat.
“God, Brooks,” he sighed, placing his hands on my chest for leverage. “You feel so fucking good.”
He began to move then, lifting himself up slowly before sinking back down. Each movement was deliberate, controlled, like he was savoring every sensation. I watched him through hooded eyes, mesmerized by the sight of him taking his pleasure from my body. His cock bounced against my stomach with each rise and fall, leaving shining trails of pre-cum on my skin.
“That’s it,” I encouraged, my voice rougher than usual. I gripped his hips, guiding his movements. “Take what you need.”
Rowan’s pace quickened, his breathing growing ragged. The muscles in his thighs flexed with each motion, and I couldn’t resist running my hands over them, feeling them work beneath my palms. His head fell back, exposing the long line of his throat, and I had the overwhelming urge to mark him there, to claim him in some primal way.
