Page 59 of Wistful in Wyoming
“My turn,” Jay growled before reaching down and swiping some jizz off Dale’s belly and using it as lube on his own cock.
“Oh fuck, that’s hot.” Dale moved his hands to Jeremiah’s ass, cupping the cheeks, squeezing rhythmically and spreading them.
“Love your hands on me,” Jeremiah said with a moan, his hand flying on his cock, jerking up and down, the slick sounds obscene and almost enough to make Dale hard again.
He teased his fingers down Jeremiah’s crack, brushing against his hole but not pushing in. “I love touching you.”
“Oh fuck, yes.” Jeremiah panted as sweat dotted his brow and bare chest. He was gorgeous as he took his pleasure.
“That’s it baby, come on me.” His words seemed to send the cowboy over the edge, and he grunted, throwing his head back as he came, decorating Dale’s chest with his release.
When Dale urged him down, Jeremiah gave up resisting and laid on top of him, smearing their cum between them, sticking them together in a glorious mess.
“I love you, so fuckin’ much,” Jeremiah whispered against Dale’s neck, kissing him softly and licking the sweat off his skin, making him shiver in response. “I’ll move in a second, as soon as I can feel my legs.”
“I love you too, cowboy. Forever.” Dale wrapped his arms tighter around his man, ignoring the twinges of pain the action caused. He’d endure much worse if it meant keeping Jeremiah plastered to him. He never wanted to let him go or leave this bed, resolving in that moment he was going to make sure it really was forever. Smiling softly, he kissed Jeremiah’s bare shoulder, his heart fluttering with his resolution.
Epilogue
New Year’s Eve...
Dale wipedhis palms on his pants again, unable to settle his nerves. The fifteen months had been a roller coaster for him. Moving to Antelope Rock and settling into the new job, meeting and falling for the love of his life, getting stabbed, recovering from that, moving in with Jeremiah—there’d been a lot of changes for them both. Thankfully, most of them had been positive.
Dozens of party-goers now gathered for the annual New Year’s bash Jeremiah threw in one of his barns. Fewer people had chosen to attend this year than previously though, a fact that hadn’t escaped Jeremiah’s notice. He’d attributed the drop in guests to his coming out, but he was fine with it, saying he’d rather the people who had a problem with him being gay not come to his home anyway. He wanted to ring in the New Year surrounded by family and true friends, unwilling to compromise who he was anymore. Dale wholeheartedly agreed and supported him.
“Nervous?” Nathan asked, joining him where he stood outside the barn. Even with the frigid winter temperatures, he was sweating bullets.
“I might puke. Does that answer your question?” It wasn’t a lie.
Chuckling, Nathan clasped him on the shoulder. “I remember the feeling well. When I proposed to Willow, I was shaking like a leaf. Turned out pretty good for me, and it’ll be the same for you. I know it.”
“You think?” he asked his boss and the man he now considered a close friend.
“Absolutely, dude. Jeremiah loves you beyond reason. Everyone can see it whenever he looks at you. Plain as day. He’s not only going to say yes, I’d bet any money he cries too.”
Dale’s mind flashed back to a few nights ago, when he’d had Jeremiah under him so desperate and on edge, tears had streaked from his eyes, running down his flushed cheeks as he’d shuddered with need. He was so pretty when he cried, which was a fucked up thing to think, but it was what it was. Happy tears anyway—Dale would sooner cut off his own arm than hurt his cowboy for real.
“Dale?” Nathan prompted. “Ready?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I am. I told him forever, and I meant it.”
“Come on, I’m freezing my ass off. Let’s do this thing.”
They made their way back inside where the party was rockin’. Jeremiah, Dale, John, Anthony, and the ranch hands had spent the week between Christmas and New Year’s clearing out the place. The rest of the year, this particular barn was used mainly for equipment. Whatever they hadn’t been able to temporarily fit up in the loft or in the other barns and sheds on the property was under large tarps behind the building. The inside had been cleaned and swept before the rented tables and chairs had arrived. Flanking the small stage, where a country band was performing, there were two eight-foot Christmas trees, fully decorated with ornaments, red bows, and white lights. Illuminated garland was draped everywhere, and strategically placed snowmen, Santas, and reindeer decorations completed the festive theme. Coupled with the scent of pine hanging heavy in the air, it was a Christmas wonderland come to life. Apparently, the hoe-down was a tradition John and Patricia Urban had started the year before Jeremiah had been born, and it’d taken place annually without fail ever since.
Dale weaved his way through the tables and chairs around the perimeter of the dance floor where half the guests were doing the latest line dance. Nathan joined his wife at the end of one of the rows, and like last year, they were out of step from everyone else. Both of them had two left feet when it came to dancing and didn’t care at all, spending more time laughing at each other than actually dancing. It was part of the fun.
Spotting the man who would hopefully be his father-in-law very soon, Dale stepped over to him. A grin spread across John’s face. “You look terrified, son.”
“Well, that’s good, because Iamterrified. What if he says no?”
“From the way Jeremiah looks at you, that’s not gonna happen. My son loves you as much as you love him, and Patricia and I can’t wait to officially welcome you into the family.”
Dale wished he was as confident as everyone else that Jeremiah would accept his proposal. The only people that knew it was coming were Patricia, John, Jenna, Willow, and Nathan, and that was because they’d all be playing very important roles tonight. It hadn’t taken Dale long to know he wanted to propose—in fact, it’d been on his mind since he’d moved into Jeremiah’s house and bed permanently. The problem had been finding the right time—a special way to pop the question. Once this great idea had come to mind, he’d gotten busy asking the five people closest to them to help him out. Of course, they were all thrilled to take part. How Willow had kept it quiet this long, he’d never know.
John checked his watch. “Getting close to midnight. You ready?”
He chuckled wryly. “I hope so, otherwise Willow will kick my ass if I don’t go through with it after all the planning.”
