Wild Trail (Clean Slate Ranch #1)(75)

No, that wasn’t fair. Avery had made an innocent inquiry. Colt was the one who’d lied for years.

“Uh-oh, you’re thinking unhappy thoughts,” Wes said. “Come back to me, daddy.”

Mack kissed his nose again. “Sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. You had a shitty night. How do you feel?”

“Got a headache.”

Wes poked him in the chest. “Not what I meant.”

“I know. I feel less ragey, but I’m still mad at him.” In the clear light of morning, Mack was better able to understand why Colt had never told him the ballistics report, but that didn’t mean he forgave him.

“You’re allowed to have your feelings over this,” Wes said.

“I owe you an apology.”

“For what?”

Mack hated admitting how jealous he’d been last night, but he owed Wes that for being so amazing and supportive. “When you opened the door and I saw you with another guy in your place, I got jealous. And territorial.”

“I know.” Wes sifted his fingers through the hair on Mack’s chest. “I saw it on your face, which is why I was so quick to reassure you. I know we didn’t exactly have the exclusivity conversation yet, but I’m not seeing anyone else, and I don’t plan to.”

Good, because you’re mine. “Same.”

“Excellent. Despite the twink-ish exterior and actor flamboyancy, I’m not much for sleeping around, or hooking up with random strangers. I mean, I will in order to scratch an itch, but it’s not my favorite thing. And I don’t cheat.”

“Hmm. Does it bother you that I am? Was? Into hooking up?”

“No. We all have a sexual history, and you strike me as the kind of guy who’d be honest if he’d caught anything I need to know about.”

“I would, but I don’t have anything.” Mack always used condoms for penetration, and a lot of times he used them for oral, too. The fact that it hadn’t even occurred to him to use protection for oral with Wes said a lot about how crazy the guy made him.

“Ditto.” The corner of Wes’s mouth turned up in a sexy smile. “So I’ve heard that blow jobs are great remedies for headaches.”

Heat pooled in Mack’s belly. “Really?”

“Wanna test that theory, daddy?”

“Sure thing, boss.”

Wes shoved the covers away and slid down the bed. Wrangling Mack out of those tight boxers took a bit of effort, and Mack was still soft when Wes first took him into his mouth. But the wet heat of Wes’s mouth, the ball stud, and the way Wes’s bright blue gaze kept contact with his had Mack hard pretty fast. He relaxed into the blow job and let Wes take care of him.

He took his time, too, the wonderful bastard. Licking up and down Mack’s shaft like he was a melting popsicle, nibbling around the head, taking the whole thing to the back of his throat. One hand massaged Mack’s balls, light enough to feel it but not hard enough to blast him off too soon.

When Wes’s questing fingers rubbed against his taint, Mack instinctively tensed. But this was Wes, and Wes wouldn’t hurt him, so Mack drew his knees up and apart, giving Wes room. Trusting whatever Wes wanted. Wes pulled that hand back and sucked on his middle finger, getting it wet, and Mack’s balls tightened in anticipation. At the first press of that damp finger, Mack groaned and reflexively pushed down.

Wes teased his hole, rubbing without entering, and then he shattered Mack’s mind by simultaneously swallowing his cock down, deep into his throat, and pushing that finger inside Mack’s body. Mack clenched around the finger, overwhelmed by the dual sensations. Wes pulled off his cock, lips shiny with saliva, and grinned. “Like that, daddy?”

“Fuck yes.”

Wes wiggled his finger.

Mack growled. “Get lube.”

“Yes, sir.” Wes complied fast, and soon he had a slicked finger back up Mack’s ass, and those pretty lips around his cock.

“Oh fuck.” Mack dropped a string of cusses while Wes both sucked his dick and fucked his ass, eventually adding a second lubed finger that burned in the very best way. It woke Mack up, reminded him he was alive and with a man he cared about, and this was what mattered most. Him and Wes. Together.

“Close,” Mack panted. “Oh fuck, boss.”

Wes made an approving noise around his cock that had Mack’s balls pulling up tight. Those fingers started brushing his gland, and that was it.

“Coming!”

Wes didn’t pull off. He swallowed every drop he earned with those fingers, and Mack was dizzy with pleasure when Wes finally crawled back up and kissed Mack hard. Licking into his mouth, stroking Mack’s tongue with that stud. Damp shorts pressed against his belly. Mack reached between them to find a wet patch and a softening dick.

“That was fucking hot,” Wes said. “Fingering you. I came from humping the bed.”

Strangely proud of that fact, Mack kissed him harder, for a long while.

The blow job had helped his headache a lot, but Mack still needed ibuprofen and a big mug of coffee before he felt human again. Being with Wes overnight had been exactly what he needed, but it was time to head back to work. It was after ten, and he’d already fielded two curious texts from Judson. Mack kept it vague, needing to speak to him in person. Wes had helped him refocus his anger, but Mack still didn’t know how he felt about Colt, or if he’d ever be able to forgive him for this.