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“Youfound them.” Lawrence dropped a kiss to Everett’s neck. “I’m glad you came to the Crazies, Army,” he whispered. “I knew you’d figure it all out.”
“Law, look.” Everett guided Trigger down the hill, to the edge of the fenced pasture. “Look at those tracks.”
The slender-footed horse had ridden past.
Chapter 15
They rode backto the Lazy Twenty-Two on the trails, not hiding anymore. Trigger was glad for the sure footing, and he moved faster, stepped lighter. Still, they didn’t get back to the ranch until past midnight. The moon hung high in the sky, quartered over the ranch, silvering the fields and spreading stardust over the treetops.
Lawrence guided Trigger into the barn, and he took his time washing him down. Trigger deserved it, after everything. Everett shoveled fresh hay for him, poured his feed, and then brushed Trigger alongside Lawrence.
Their hands strayed, finding each other. First it was innocent, hands on hands, on shoulders, guiding each other. Then it was hands on asses, on thighs, on crotches. Lawrence pushed up behind Everett, grabbing his hips. He ground his swelling cock against Everett’s ass.
Everett turned and kissed him, wrapping his arms around Lawrence’s neck—
Trigger snuffled in their faces, blowing air and snorting.
“All right, boy, all right.” Lawrence pushed Trigger’s nose away and scratched at his snout. “You get some sleep. You’ve earned it.”
He led Everett to his cabin, set back in the tree line behind the barn and the empty bunkhouse. It was a one-room log cabin, just a kitchenette and a living area with a messy queen bed shoved in the corner. There was a fireplace of stone and a sliding glass door that led to a small porch he’d built, with a grill, a fire pit, and lawn chairs overlooking the meadows and woods.
“Sorry for the mess.” Lawrence flicked his blanket over the unmade bed. Dishes lay unwashed in the sink. “I wasn’t expectin’ company.”
“I don’t care about the mess.” Everett dragged him close. “Show me to the shower, cowboy.”
They used all the hot water, soaping every inch of their bodies, exploring and tasting, going where they couldn’t before. When the cold became unbearable, Lawrence twisted off the water and toweled Everett dry.
Light from the bathroom split the cabin, one slice of light that built shadows in the corners. He walked Everett backward to his bed. Everett cradled his face. Stared into his eyes.
It was slower this time. They kissed and kept kissing, bodies rocking, hands stroking. Lawrence wanted to explore every part of Everett, take his time. Kiss the inside of his knee and the bend of his thigh. Nibble on his hip bones and stroke his chest, run his hands down Everett’s corded arms. Beneath his touch, Everett shuddered.
Everett was slower, too. He kept his eyes open. He reached for Lawrence and drew him closer. He seemed to rise from the darkness, each caress more sure, each rock of their bodies more certain.
They were more than naked, more than rutting together. Lawrence felt exposed in a way he never had, laid bare beneath Everett’s touch.
There was fear in Everett’s eyes, but something else, too. A spark that hadn’t been there before. Longing mixed with hope. He was laid bare, too. He was turning around and facing himself.
Eventually, Everett pushed Lawrence back and straddled him, pushed down on him, and rode him like Lawrence was a bronc he was taming.
He welcomed it, surrendered to it, to Everett’s riding and the gentling of his soul. His hands cupped Everett’s hips and held on.You can make me yours if you want to.
It was his turn to sit up and take charge, capture Everett in his arms and guide his legs around his waist. Everett tipped his head back, groaned long and loud as Lawrence’s cock plunged deeper. He writhed, fingers dragging down Lawrence’s back, and then tipped forward. Captured Lawrence’s lips in a kiss that could have stopped time.
It didn’t take long after that. Lawrence held Everett close, ground into him, felt Everett’s cock throb against his belly. “I’m close,” he whispered.
“Me too. Come for me, Law,” Everett gasped. He grabbed Lawrence, fingers sliding through his hair, and kissed him as his cock erupted between their pressed chests. He muffled his scream around Lawrence’s kiss, clung to his hair, his shoulders, as he quaked.
Lawrence fell into the abyss after him, kissing Everett and thrusting deep as he shot his seed deep inside. He gasped and his vision went white, danced with stars and lightning until he thought they were back on the mountain, together beneath the night sky with the whole world at their feet.
It took an hour to get up, after tipping sideways and panting, kissing and stroking sweat-cooling limbs, fingers lacing together. They rinsed off in the shower again, quicker this time, and then dressed in silence.
“I need to call Braddock,” Everett said. “He gave me his cell number. I’ll call him directly, explain everything. We need to clear your name.” He glared at his cell phone, dark and silent in his hand. “My battery is dead. Do you have a charger?”
“I barely use a cell. I’m still on the old flip phone without all that fancy big screen crap.” Lawrence grinned. “But Carson had one like yours. You can use his charger. He kept it in the kitchen.”
Everett nodded as he plugged in his phone. He waited, staring out the window overlooking the pasture and the woods as his phone powered up.
“You probably won’t get any signal.” Lawrence pulled two beers from the fridge and popped the tops. “There’s nothing out there on the mountain, but even here at the ranch, no one could get signal.” He passed a beer to Everett. “Carson never took his cell out with him.”
