Page 78 of Cowboy Seeks Husband
Roan stared at him, the coy smile all gone. His eyes were wide and his lips parted. His chest heaved a little, like he was breathless. He lifted his hands and put his palms flat on Walker’s chest. Slowly he rubbed his hands up, then down, thumbs pressing a little when they passed Walker’s nipples.
“You can’t say things like that and expect me to keep my hands to myself,” he whispered.
A faint bang came from the road toward the suitor’s barn, and they both startled but didn’t move. No one came.
Walker cupped Roan’s jaw, moved closer until he could feel the heat of Roan’s mouth. His eyelids went half-lidded as he breathed him in, moving his head side to side a little, like he was inhaling fine wine. But Roan was better than wine, better than anything he’d ever smelled before, his scent intoxicating, sweet and spicy all at once. He wanted to taste him everywhere.
“Let’s get out of here,” he whispered. “Before someone comes outside.”
A shuddery breath left Roan’s lips, and he swallowed hard as he nodded and stepped away. “Up?” he asked, nodding toward Cormac.
Walker cupped his hands again to help. “Yes, up.” He waited until Roan was settled, then reached to grip Roan’s hand. “Brace yourself so I can pull myself up.”
“Um. Okay.” Roan loosed a surprised noise when Walker’s weight nearly dragged him down again, but he compensated fast enough that Walker could swing a leg over Cormac’s back.
“All right, little lion,” Walker whispered in Roan’s ear, taking advantage as he reached for the reins to press close to his back. “Sit back and relax.” He eased Cormac into a walk, and gradually Roan sank against him until he sat cradled in Walker’s arms.
Night had fallen in earnest but the moon was full and bathed the trail away from the house and out across the more forested parts of the property in plenty of light.
“This is nice,” Roan murmured, letting his head rest on Walker’s shoulder. He had a soft smile on his face as he eased completely and moved fluidly with the horse. Walker pressed his nose to Roan’s temple and breathed. Roan turned his head a little and rubbed his cheekbone to Walker’s jaw. Like an affectionate cat, Walker thought.
He gave Cormac his head, letting him move as he wanted, the undulations of his sure steps soothing.
“You smell good,” Roan murmured, and Walker felt a jolt of lust spark in the pit of his stomach.
“I was just thinking the same.” He moved his mouth over Roan’s neck, not kissing exactly, but definitely teasing, a slow torturous promise of what might yet come to be.
Roan made a little noise, something awfully close to a moan. Walker moved against him, guided by the horse’s gait, but pressing closer than he technically needed to.
“You’re driving me insane,” he whispered as his dick grew hard. Roan closed his eyes and the sound came again, a little more desperate now.
Cormac knew the ranch’s trails as well or better than Walker did, so he didn’t hesitate to pass the reins to one hand, lift his other palm and press it to Roan’s stomach. He felt Roan hold his breath, then expel it in a rush. Walker’s dick throbbed.
He moved his hand up Roan’s chest, feeling the ridges of his muscles and bones dance as he squirmed a little. When Walker’s thumb brushed one of the piercings, he couldn’t stop himself anymore. The temptation that had teased him from the start became undeniable. Roan’s nipple peaked beneath his touch. He took hold of the barbell and twisted gently.
“Ah.” Roan arched against him, ass digging against Walker’s groin and his head pressing harder against Walker’s shoulder. So he did it again, twisting a little harder.
“When did you get these?” He moved his hand and tweaked Roan’s other nipple.
Roan was already breathing with his mouth open in a small O, and Walker wanted to feed his thumb into the wet heat.
“I faked my way into a tattoo parlor when I was sixteen.” Roan’s voice sounded hoarse.
“Yeah? And did you like it?” Walker pressed his palm flat against Roan’s sternum to feel his heart thud rapidly in his chest.
“The pain?” Roan laughed softly. “No. Do I like them played with now? God yes. It can make me come if I’m hot enough for it.”
“Jesus.” Walker pressed closer to Roan, mouth still open against his temple. He was breathing hard with arousal but couldn’t stop. He flicked one of Roan’s nipples and rode in against him, rubbing his erection against Roan’s ass. “And are you? Hot enough for it right now?” He let go of Cormac’s reins and pressed his hand to Roan’s groin. He was rock hard and moaned when a shudder tore through him.
“God. Yeah. But these jeans are really tight.”
“Then undo them.”
Roan’s eyes flew open. “Now? On this horse?”
“Yeah. I want to see. Don’t you want to show me?” He pinched Roan’s nipple a little harder as he pressed his mouth to Roan’s ear.
“Fuck.” Roan keened against him, gripped Walker’s thighs hard, and for a moment Cormac tried to speed up, but Walker sat back and slowed him down.
“You have to relax though,” Walker murmured, “or Cormac will run off.”
“That’s easier said than done,” Roan whispered. His iron grip on Walker’s thigh eased and he ran his hands up and down, leaving tantalizing trails of heat behind. He twisted his head a little and looked at Walker. “You’re serious about this.”
Walker took the other barbell between thumb and forefinger and twisted. “What do you think?”
