Page 18 of The Cowboy's Home
The moon climbed in the sky, and how long they were linked, moving in perfect harmony together, Skyler didn’t know. Or care. He was looking into the eyes of the man he loved, he had given him his first time, and nothing could have been more perfect.
Eventually, of course, it had to end. Craig shifted his angle just the slightest bit, just enough that Skyler got a whole new sensation against his prostate. He cried out, probably too loudly, and clenched around him as he thrust his own hips up, greedily seeking out more of the sensation.
“Oh fuck,” Craig whispered, and then he started to move, too. Not roughly, never that, but insistently. After that, it was just a few more thrusts before Skyler’s whole body jerked, his cock twitching, not even needing to be touched as it shot his fluids all over himself, all over them both.
At the same time, almost exactly, Craig seized Skyler’s lips in the most intense, hot kiss he had ever had, and Skyler felt his strong body trembling as he found his own climax. Such a huge, massive, sturdy man, and just by them doing this, Skyler brought him to pieces. It was hard not to feel powerful.
Even after they were spent, they stayed linked for a long time. There was dew on the grass and, to Skyler’s surprise, the sky was starting to lighten in the east when Craig finally pulled out of him.
It had been perfect. It had been everything that Skyler had wanted his first time to be, which made it a little harder than usual not to be overly optimistic when he thought about just what their future might hold.
Twelve
Craig
“Jessica?”
Craig had been the one to open the door, and he tilted his head curiously at the woman as she stood on the other side of it. She had gone home, gone back to school, as far as he knew, so he couldn’t figure out why she would be here now.
“Oh, hey, Craig,” she replied, with a cheerful smile at him. She had bags with her, Craig couldn’t help but notice, and he stared at her in curious wonder.
“Uh, Derrick, you must be looking for Derrick,” he replied. It was the only thing that made sense, although as far as he knew, Derrick and Jessica had broken up ages ago. Of course, they were still friends, but Craig had the feeling that if Jessica was coming here hoping to rekindle things, she was going to be disappointed.
Not that it was any of Craig’s business, but he was definitely getting the idea that Derrick was interested in someone else.
Better to let Derrick deal with that, though. It would be wildly inappropriate for Craig to say anything. He might be as blunt as a baseball bat sometimes, and not necessarily the best at picking things up, but that was crystal clear even to him.
“No. I’m here to see Skyler.” Jessica spoke the words as though it was somehow completely normal for her to make that sort of request. Did she even know Skyler? Actually, she pretty much must have, because she and Skyler had lived here at the same time before she’d gone back to school. “Not that I’d mind seeing Derrick, of course.”
Craig just stared and then silently moved out of the way to let her in. A thousand questions buzzed around his head, angry bees that refused to give him any rest. No, more like a swarm of hornets. He didn’t even trust his voice.
Why was this girl here to see Skyler?
The jealous part of his brain went immediately to a place that he didn’t like. Jessica was very pretty. Pretty enough that, if Craig hadn’t seen Skyler first, he might have been seriously tempted to make a move on her. Although he probably wouldn’t have done so, because of the whole connection with Craig’s brother Derrick thing, still, she was gorgeous, smart, witty, and fun.
Seconds later, it occurred to him that he was being ridiculous. Jessica might be great, but she had one critical failing where Skyler would be concerned, and that was that she was female. That was actually a relief when he realized it and helped him calm down immediately.
“Uh, I’ll go get him?” Craig tried hard, he really did, not to let the question mark creep into his voice. It was none of his business why Jessica was here. He didn’t own Skyler, and for reasons that he’d already thought about, this wasn’t like Skyler was going to have an affair. But he was curious. Achingly so.
“It’s okay. I’m here.”
It said something about Craig’s mental state that he hadn’t even noticed Skyler walking up. He was pretty much always attuned to where the man he loved was, he had been since the love had just been a very strong infatuation. But this time, he had been so fixated on his own feelings that he hadn’t even noticed when Skyler walked up.
“Hey, you!” Jessica’s voice was cheerful, though she gave Craig a deeply thoughtful look that he wasn’t sure that he liked. But then she was turning to Skyler and giving him a brief, one-armed hug. Actually, that hug itself would have been enough to convince him that Skyler wasn’t cheating on him, even if he had been worried about it. That was the hug of a casual friend, not a lover.
Besides, Jessica hugged everyone, as was evidenced by the fact that she immediately turned to Craig and threw her arm around him in the same kind of friendly half-embrace.
“Hey, Jessica,” Skyler replied, and Craig didn’t even bristle when Skyler politely reached to take Jessica’s bag. Or not much, anyway. It was something that Craig should have done himself, and he would have if he hadn’t been so preoccupied with himself.
“You ready to party down, fake boyfriend?” she said, and Craig tilted his head to the side, more baffled than ever. Fake boyfriend? Really? A dull sort of anger was rising in him, one that he wasn’t sure he knew how to deal with.
“Yes. Thank you for doing this,” Skyler replied, and then he led Jessica off toward the guest room, leaving Craig to stew in his own juices. He was going to have to ask Skyler about this, and he was going to have to calm down before he did, or else it was going to go badly.
Taking a deep breath, Craig did the only thing that he knew would calm him down. There was one thing that had always been helpful to him, and that was riding—riding to a specific spot, of course, the lovely little place by the creek where he could sit on the fragrant earth of the bank and watch the water run by.
He didn’t even make it out of the barn.
Craig had led his favorite horse out, the one that he’d been riding pretty much every time he went, and had its saddle on. He was about to swing up onto it when he heard the sound of footsteps, light and quick, approaching, and turned curiously to look.
