Wild Trail (Clean Slate Ranch #1)(64)

“Jesus.” Wes pressed his face into the crook of Mack’s neck, his hips stilling. “Want you to fuck me so bad.”

Desire burned in Mack’s blood. “God, yes.”

“I’ve missed this.”

I’ve missed you. “Me, too.”

Clothes came off with a lot of touching, tickling and pinching of bare skin. Mack wrestled Wes down onto the bed so he could kiss him a while longer, bare cocks rubbing together, driving each other higher, until Mack’s release teased him from too damned close.

“Supplies,” Mack said.

Wes dove for his nightstand, producing a condom and lube. He tossed them at Mack, and then turned around on his hands and knees, facing the headboard, his ass presented to Mack. As much as Mack wanted to play with that ass again, to shove his tongue inside it, he needed to be inside of Wes more. The desire made his heart pound with its ferocity, so unexpected, fueled by so many weeks apart.

He put the condom on, then smeared his fingers with lube. Pushed one finger through Wes’s tight muscle, working him loose and getting him wet. Ready for two fingers that he thrust at a steady pace, until Wes started pushing back against him. Fucking himself on Mack’s fingers with needy little pants that stirred his blood.

Jesus, how had Mack thought he could ever give this up?

I can’t. He’s mine.

Those words blazed through his brain as he pressed a hard, possessive kiss onto Wes’s shoulder. He smeared more lube on his cock, and then lined up. Pressed in slowly, relishing in the pressure against his glans, followed by the smooth heat of being inside Wes’s body. Wes let out a long, loud moan while Mack pushed deeper, until his hips were flush with Wes’s ass.

“Fuck, yeah,” Mack said. “Missed you.”

“Missed my ass, you mean?” Wes said in a strangled voice, with just an ounce of sass.

“Brat.” He smacked Wes’s right butt cheek. “I missed you, your ass included. Ranch isn’t the same without your loud shirts.”

“Can we fuck now, chat later? My ass really needs you to move.”

Mack chuckled, then did as asked, setting a steady pace at first, letting Wes get used to him with gentle rolls of his hips. Watching Wes’s cues to go faster. Harder. The headboard started to bang against the wall, and Mack froze.

“Old bed,” Wes said. “Apartment next door and Miles is across the hall, if that makes a difference.”

“You like your neighbors?”

“Not really.”

“Good.”

Mack resumed fucking Wes, his hips smacking against Wes’s perfect, taut ass with every stroke, the headboard banging beautifully as he thrust. He lost himself to it, until he realized he wasn’t doing something else he loved. He pulled out, then turned Wes onto his back. Scooped Wes’s legs up and put them against Mack’s shoulders. Pushed back inside, and then bent Wes in half so he could kiss him. The position also helped him nail Wes’s gland over and over, until Wes was a panting, writhing mess in Mack’s arms. Precome smeared his abs in a glistening streak joined by sparkles of perspiration. As much as Mack wanted them both to come, he also wanted this to last forever. It felt too right, too perfect, for it to ever end.

And that thought kind of terrified him.

It also sent Mack over the edge. His hips stuttered and jerked as he came, pleasure crashing down on him and threatening to pull him under with the force of it. He kept thrusting throughout, needing that connection as long as he could have it, until he started going soft. He held onto the condom as he pulled out, then tossed it over the bed. Crushed Wes to the mattress, their mouths still sealed together, Wes’s tongue now thrusting hard into his mouth. Licking, biting, demanding.

Mack broke the kiss, then slipped a hand between them and started jerking Wes’s dick. “Look at me,” Mack said. “Wanna see you when you come.”

Wes nodded, panting hard, hips thrusting against Mack’s hand. Didn’t take more than a few pulls before Wes cried out. His eyes snapped shut instinctively, but he opened them again, trying to follow Mack’s order to look. Mack didn’t think too hard on why that did funny things to his insides, Wes following orders. He kissed Wes instead, desperate to hang on, despite not being able to breathe properly. They finally separated, both of them panting and gasping, their bodies slick with sweat and come.

It was perfect.

Wes’s legs fell to the bed, and Mack once again smothered him with his bigger body. Needing every point of contact he could get, because he had to leave in the morning. But Wes was so quiet beneath him that Mack started to worry. “You okay, boss?” he whispered.

“Perfect,” Wes replied. “You killed me in the very best way.”

Mack chuffed laughter, then kissed the side of Wes’s neck. “Glad to hear it.”

“Felt different this time. More intense.”

“That’s because we both know it isn’t a fling anymore. It’s something else.”

“Yeah.” Wes yawned. “Might be falling for you, daddy. Hope that’s okay.”

“Sure it is.” I think I’m falling for you, too, boss.

*

Wes woke to a phone alarm going off somewhere in the room. Not his phone, because he knew he hadn’t set it the night before, and when he started to lunge, he found himself being held down by a big, hairy body that squeezed him tight.