Page 103 of Cowboy Seeks Husband
“Can we have sex?” Roan gasped, sitting up again. “I know it’s weird. I know my mom’s only just—but I want to.”
“It’s not weird.” Walker tried to quell the mind-blowing shot of arousal that was already hardening his dick. “You want to feel close to someone. It’s normal.”
“Not someone. You.”
Walker smiled, thumbed Roan’s lip, then kissed him again. “Okay,” he said. “I’d like that a lot. Here? Or—”
“Upstairs. My bed. I have—I have condoms and stuff.”
Oh, God.
“Right.” Walker closed his eyes for a second, trying to regain his equilibrium. He shuddered as his brain tried to overload his senses with possibilities, then looked at Roan again, who was grinning slightly.
“Come on, cowboy,” Roan said with a quiet chuckle, but when he climbed to his feet, Walker saw he was trembling a little too.
They climbed the narrow stairs, familiar now after Walker had all but carried Roan up earlier before he’d passed out on his bed. He’d slipped him out of his jacket and shoes before repressing the urge to spoon up behind him.
Now, though, Walker had no plans to leave Roan’s bed before morning. Roan stepped over the threshold and turned around, but Walker just kept on going until their mouths met. He loved that they were nearly the same height, that they were equal in this, even if Walker was a lot broader.
He fingered the string of Roan’s hoodie. “Okay?” he whispered.
“Yeah,” Roan said, already breathless.
“Can we have some light? Or do you want it dark?”
Roan hesitated for a second, then stepped away and closed his curtains. Beside the bed stood a small lamp that cast a soft orange glow across the room when he flicked it on.
“Better,” Walker said, then reeled Roan in again and put his hands on the bottom of his hoodie. He began to tug, and Roan lifted his arms. Underneath he wore a threadbare T-shirt, the neck so stretched it slid off his shoulder.
“This is the real me,” Roan said tugging at the grey shirt. Walker couldn’t even tell anymore if that had been its intended color. “All the brands and designer jeans, that’s not me. That was my ex in college and his mom.”
“I like you in your tight jeans,” Walker said, hauling him closer by his ass. “But I like you all soft and comfortable too. I don’t care about your clothes, Roan. I care about what they keep warm.” Walker winced. “And I don’t mean just your body.”
Roan laughed, and the tension in his sharp shoulders eased a little. “I know what you meant.”
“You’ve lost weight you couldn’t really afford to lose, baby.”
“I know.” Roan ducked his head, so Walker palmed his cheek and kissed him.
He began to unbutton his own shirt, holding his upper body away from Roan’s a little so he could reach. When Roan took over, he let his hands fall and let Roan undress him. Shirt first, then undershirt.
Then Roan undid Walker’s pants and let them drop. He knelt to take off Walker’s socks, hands lingering. “You have nice feet,” he said. “I noticed them before.”
“Yeah?”
Roan looked up, but his gaze snagged on the bulge in Walker’s boxer briefs. He reached for the waistband, quickly glancing up to gauge Walker’s reaction, then tugged them down. Walker’s cock swelled to fullness as Roan stared at it, and Walker had to suppress the urge to wrap a hand around and squeeze away some of the sweet demand. He did see what Roan planned to do before he even moved.
“Not yet.” He caught Roan’s chin before his mouth could descend on Walker’s cock. The position made it easy for his thumb to slip inside, and Roan’s reaction was instant. His eyes fluttered shut, lashes quivering against his cheekbones, and he moaned around Walker’s thumb, immediately beginning to suck.
“Oh, it’s like that, is it?” Walker whispered.
He pulled his thumb slowly out of Roan’s mouth, dick jumping at the mournful sound he made, then pushed it back in, one millimeter at a time. He kept it up until Roan’s breath puffed harshly from his nose, then pulled away. Roan’s eyes flew open, and they were a beautiful abyss of lust and need that took Walker’s breath away. “Stand up.”
Roan grabbed the hand Walker held out and rose to his feet. Walker drew him close and kissed his exposed shoulder, slowly working his way up to Roan’s neck. He was naked, and Roan was not, but somehow it felt empowering. He stroked his hands down Roan’s chest, deliberately, teasingly close, but avoiding his nipples and the little barbells penetrating them. Then he tugged at the worn T-shirt and removed it.
“Ah, baby.” He stroked the flat of his palms over the stark rise and fall of Roan’s ribs, the ridges of his hips.
“I know. It’s not…pretty.”
Walker’s gaze snapped up. “You’re beautiful to me, Roan. Never not.” He gently kissed his mouth, his temple, his shoulder. “Let me make love to you, and then I want to feed you.”
Roan’s laugh burst out of him like it came as a surprise. “Okay,” he whispered, and reached for his sweatpants. They rustled down his legs and fell to the floor. He was wearing nothing underneath.
“Damn,” Walker whispered. “I’ve been wanting to see that again. I see my memory didn’t fail me.”
“Yeah?” Roan asked. He brought his hand to his cock and gave it a long, luscious stroke. The foreskin drew down, revealing a pearl of precum. When his fist rose back up, the rosy head disappeared again and Walker’s dick gave a jealous lurch.
He growled softly. “That’s it, little lion. Show me.”
