Wild Trail (Clean Slate Ranch #1)(52)

Mack shrugged. “Yes and no. Growing up, my parents were supportive of me and my brothers. They were both in law enforcement, and it was sort of expected we’d all follow in the tradition, so I joined the police academy, worked my way up to SWAT, which was probably the proudest my father has ever been of me.”

The wistfulness in Mack’s voice hinted at an upcoming plot twist. “What happened?”

“I got outed. For all of my accomplishments and spotless career record, being gay shot that all to hell. Still talk to them on holidays and birthdays, so we’re cordial, but ever since then...it’s not the same. There’s no pride, it’s all silent disapproval.”

“I’m sorry.” Wes hated that he’d pried into a painful part of Mack’s past, but it also helped him understand the man better. “But you found acceptance here at the ranch, right? With your grandfather?”

“Definitely. Hell, I didn’t even know I had a living grandfather until my late twenties. I guess Arthur had a falling out with my father a long time ago, and they stopped communicating. I’m so grateful I found this place. I’m the happiest I’ve been in a long time.”

“Good.” Wes leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, getting the faintest taste of beer. “Ick. Beer breath.”

Mack laughed out loud. “Lord, you are a funny one. You’ll swallow my tongue after I’ve just licked your ass for twenty minutes, but you can’t stand a little beer breath?”

Wes huffed. “I like ass. I do not like beer.”

“Fine, fine.” Mack took another long pull of the beer on his way to the bathroom. Wes remained seated, amused at the gurgling sound that followed. Mack returned to the sitting area with a funny look on his face. “Now you’ve done it. Now you’ve gotta reconcile peppermint-flavored beer breath.”

Before Wes could respond, Mack hauled him to his feet and into his arms. Wes fell against his broad chest, surrendering to the hard press of lips against his, and to the tongue insistently licking inside. Yeah, minty beer wasn’t great, but with it came the strong, addictive flavor of Mack. Wes fisted the fabric of Mack’s shirt, wishing they were skin on skin so he could pet the hair on Mack’s chest.

Mack seemed to be on the same page, because he made quick work of Wes’s shirt, followed by his own. Before Mack could capture his mouth again, Wes bent to suck on one of Mack’s nipples, nipping at the bud while tweaking the other with his fingers. Mack was undoing Wes’s shorts, shoving them down along with his underwear.

They were going happy places fast. Mack pulled Wes’s head away from his nipples, then sank to his knees in front of Wes. Wes’s cock pulsed with need, but Mack, the big jerk, helped him out of his sneakers first, leaving Wes totally naked while Mack still wore a pair of sweatpants. Very tented sweatpants.

Not fair, but totally hot.

Mack stroked Wes’s cock with one hand—and yes, that was a very welcome touch—while his other snaked up Wes’s abdomen and chest to pinch a nipple. Wes grunted at the sharp burst of pleasure-pain that raced down his spine. Mack soothed the hurt with gentle circling motions, as his hand kept a steady stroke on his dick. Too steady and too damned light.

“Your mouth looks bored,” Wes said.

“It does, huh?” Mack nipped the sensitive skin where Wes’s thigh and hip met. “Better?”

“A little. But you need to move a few inches to the right.”

“Do I? Maybe I should flip you around and suck another bruise onto your back?”

Wes shivered. “Later.”

“Hmm.” Mack released his cock, and before Wes could voice an objection, Mack shocked the shit out of him by taking Wes’s cock into his mouth, all the way to the root. He didn’t gag, simply swallowed, and Wes nearly shot out of his skin at the unexpected, awesome pressure and heat.

“Jesus!” Wes grabbed Mack’s shoulders so he didn’t fall over. Mack pulled back, then did the whole thing a second time. Wes’s legs trembled with need, because holy damn, Mack was good at this.

A blow job from Mack Garrett was nothing to joke about, and Wes was a panting, swearing mess as Mack worked him with his mouth and tongue. Up and down his length, alternating taking him deep with pulling back to suck on just the head. Rolling Wes’s balls and rubbing his taint.

Mack gathered some spit on his fingers, then pressed them against Wes’s hole, rubbing without trying to breach him yet. Wes wanted to pull his cheeks apart and give Mack more room, but he was pretty sure if he let go of Mack’s shoulders, he’d fall over. And Mack was really fucking good at this, because too soon Wes felt the warning signs of his impending release.

“Getting close,” Wes said.

After another trip to the back of Mack’s throat, Mack released him. “Can you get hard again before I fuck you?”

It had been a few years since Wes had tried to get it up twice in one night, but he also never backed down from a challenge. “Yes.” Even if he didn’t, he was not leaving this cabin without having Mack’s dick inside of him.

“Hmm.” Instead of getting Wes off, Mack stood. “I’ll take that chance another time.”

Mack was anticipating a third date; that pleased Wes all over the place. Wes lazily stroked his own erection and eyeballed the front of Mack’s pants. “Uh-huh,” Wes said. “Anything you want right now?”