Page 95 of Due Dilligence (Takeover)
After overcoming the whole heights issue, getting on a horse was easy enough, though nervousness fluttered through Fazil. Still, he understood why Eli had found the experience so moving. There was something powerful and freeing about sitting up here.
Todd had taken to his horse easily—too easily. “You’ve done this before,” Fazil said.
A grin and Todd fake tipped his riding helmet toward Fazil. “I’ve taken lessons. Done some riding. Been about a year, though.” He walked his horse closer to Fazil’s. “When I had the income, I decided to try a bunch of different outdoor activities. Loved hiking and camping the best. Riding is great, but I don’t have the time I’d need to properly maintain a horse.”
Todd looked as natural on a horse as he did in a car, and that made Fazil wonder what Todd looked like astride a motorcycle.
Todd in leather.Fazil shivered.Well, shit.Maybe he was developing a kink. He looked Todd over. Maybe Toddwashis kink.
Just then, the guide gathered them together, and they started out on the ride. It was different being down in the terrain they’d viewed from the gondola, but Todd had been right, there were several spots where you could see Mount Rainier. He snapped more photos, including several of Todd on his horse with the mountain behind him. By the time they returned, muscles ached that Fazil never knew he had.
No wonder Eli had looked so worn after his weekend.
When they were on their own legs again, they headed back to the main part of the resort. “Please tell me there’s wine or a beer or something at the end of this day, because my legs are killing me.”
Todd wrapped an arm around his waist. “You just need to ride more.” His fingers brushed the top of Fazil’s ass. “Or find something else to loosen your hips.”
That touch and those words nearly took Fazil’s legs from under him. Images, deviously delicious ones, flashed through his head. Straddling Todd and riding his cock. Or his legs stretched wide with rope while Todd plowed into him. It was a wonder he wasn’t completely hard, though he was well on the way. “Ireallyneed a drink.”
Todd chuckled and led him down toward the inn.
By the end of dinner, Fazil was beat. They made a quick stroll through the gift shop, and he bought a small carving of an eagle created by a native artist and some chocolate. “I should have some souvenirs, right?”
Todd kissed him on the forehead. “I doubt you’ll forget this trip.”
No, not very likely, that.
He couldn’t stop yawning as they walked back to the parking lot. One glass of wine, and Todd practically had to pour him back into the car. Between Todd’s wake-up sex, the majesty of the mountain, the walking, and the trail ride, he felt every single muscle in his body.
The creases around Todd’s eyes were full of joy. “Lightweight.”
“Am not. You wore me out.”
A chuckle. “Glad to be of service.” Todd shut the car door on Fazil’s side and slid into the driver’s seat.
“Not going to be much fun when we get back.” Fazil buckled in and leaned back against the seat. “I’ll make it up to you somehow.”
Todd curled his fingers around Fazil’s neck and drew him close. “I have some ideas,” he said before devouring Fazil’s mouth.
God, if only he had the energy for a night of rough and tumble sex. He whimpered and Todd relented. “Ideas?” Fazil spoke against Todd’s mouth.
Another quick kiss and Todd sat back. “Ever been picked up at a club?”
“No. Never.” He’d gone to bars, but he’d never attracted that much attention. “Not the type to turn heads.”
“Yes, you are.” Todd headed back out onto the highway. “I can show you.” His grin was wide. “Assuming youwantto be picked up at a club.”
By Todd? Any day of the week. “Is this a little game for us?”
“Mmm-hmm. Sexy little twink gets far more man than he bargained for at the hot gay bar.”
Fazil squirmed against his seat. “I’m in.”
“Good.” Todd flashed a smile.
“But I’mnota twink.”
“Oh Z, keep telling yourself that.” Todd patted his leg. “I’ll prove you wrong.”
