Page 104 of Cowboy Seeks Husband
Chapter 20
Roan knew exactlywhat that would do to Walker. He kicked the sweatpants aside and spread his legs a little farther apart. His dark, trimmed bush nestled at the base of his cock, and Walker dragged his fingers through it, gently scratching with blunt nails. Roan bit back a moan, not quite ready to relinquish all restraint yet.
“What exactly have you been imagining about me?”
Walker’s mouth curled into a slow, wicked smile. “You naked,” he said. “Just like this.” He finally thumbed one of Roan’s piercings. Then he brought his hand up and brushed his fingers lightly over Roan’s cheekbones. “I’d love to blindfold you. So you don’t know what I’m about to do to you, but you’re all spread out for me to see. To watch you give in to the pleasure. The way you did before.”
Fuck. Roan’s eyes fluttered shut. To drift in darkness at Walker’s mercy. It should’ve been a scary thought, but he wanted to let go. To be free of the pain and sorrow he’d been carrying around since his mom first called him with the news of her illness over a year ago. And he’d be safe with Walker. With a jolt, he remembered the shame he’d suffered through the day after their encounter on the horse.
“I don’t know…”
“What don’t you know?” Walker kissed him gently, closed-mouthed. “It’s just a fantasy, Roan. We don’t do anything you don’t want.”
“It’s not that.” He looked down, put his hands on Walker’s chest and reveled in the smooth softness of his skin. Apart from a few hairs around his nipples and a trail leading like an invitation to his cock, he was bare, and the fragile whiteness of where the sun rarely shone was still startling. “I always feel weird, after,” he admitted.
“Did you feel weird after last time?”
Roan bit his lips. Nodded. “I did, the next day.” He was surprised when Walker hugged him. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone had hugged him, stark naked. Usually being naked meant one thing, and when it was over, clothes came on again as soon as possible. Walker’s large hands rubbed his back until he felt warm and pliant.
“This time is different,” Walker said. “No matter what we do—and it doesn’t have to be any more than this—I’ll be here in the morning. You won’t be alone. And it’s just us. No cameras, no show.” His hand slid up Roan’s back and cupped his neck. “You and me.”
He was right. Roan snuggled closer, and Walker’s arms around him tightened. He pressed his nose behind Roan’s ear and breathed soft and even.
“Okay.” Since Walker’s neck was right there, Roan opened his mouth and suckled lightly.
“Okay? To which part?” Walker sounded hoarse, and Roan allowed himself a small smile before moving down a little, sucking harder on the thick muscle of Walker’s shoulder.
“The not knowing what you’re about to do. The blindfold. Yes.”
“Lord.” Walker shivered against him, then grabbed a handful of Roan’s hair and tugged. Not hard, just a suggestion, but Roan went easily, eagerly, and let Walker plunder his mouth. The room tilted, and he felt disoriented for a second, and then he was lying down, flat on his back, Walker cradling him tight. “What can we use? Scarf? Tie?”
“I have one of those masks. I had crappy curtains in college, so I got this to keep the light from getting through.”
Walker looked at him. His tawny eyes were almost all pupil. “You really want this? You’re not just doing it for me?”
Roan grabbed Walker’s arms so hard his fingers left indentations. “I want it, cowboy. Make me forget, for as long as you can.”
“I can do that.”
Roan rummaged in his bedside table for the mask. He found the lube and condoms too, and hesitated before taking them out and putting them within reach.
“Just in case,” he said, when he saw Walker look at him intently.
“We won’t need that for a while,” Walker said. “If at all. I plan to take my time with you.” He picked up the mask. “Your hands are free, so take it off whenever you want.”
“Okay.” Roan closed his eyes, then quickly opened them again, sat up, and grabbed hold of Walker’s head, fingers entwining at the back. He took in his handsome face, the laugh lines around his eyes, the swell of his full, sexy mouth. They kissed, hard, fast, needy, and then Roan lay back and closed his eyes again. The silky fabric of the black mask was like a sensuous caress as Walker slipped it into place, and he couldn’t help a small sound as the world behind his eyelids went black.
“All right?”
“Yes,” Roan said. He lay in anticipation for a moment, not knowing what would come next, and he realized he was tense.
Walker seemed to realize it too, because he kissed Roan lightly on the mouth, just a reassuring touch, then began to stroke his calloused palms over Roan’s body. Down the outside of his arms and up again. Down the inside of his arms—which tickled in the best way—and up again. Over his chest, but not his nipples, circling his bellybutton, then slipping down to one thigh, then the other. His ankles. His feet. The touches weren’t erotic, but they warmed his skin, made it tingle and come awake. He’d lived in his own head for so long he’d forgotten what it was like to just feel. And Walker was making him feel, all right. He had no choice, since his eyes were out of the equation. Listening and feeling was all he could do.
“Turn over,” Walker said, his hands still on Roan’s feet.
He complied, a little unsteady until he found the safety of the bed beneath him again. He pressed his hardening cock against the sheets.
Walker’s fingers dug into the soles of his feet briefly, then he felt his way up Roan’s calves, his thighs, to the swell of his ass. Walker’s thumb traced where his thighs and backside met, then he palmed his cheeks, squeezing a little, and stars began to dance behind Roan’s eyelids. Walker didn’t linger though. He moved over the small of Roan’s back, up his sides, over his shoulder blades, until every inch of Roan’s skin had been drawn out of its long slumber.
