Wild Trail (Clean Slate Ranch #1)(82)

Miles got the pull-out couch set up for Reyes to sleep on while Mack got some water into Wes before depositing him in bed. Wrestling a drunk, loose-limbed Wes out of his clothing was no easy task, but Mack managed, leaving him in his briefs. Tucking him in before shedding everything but Mack’s own boxers. Wes snuggled up close and tried to palm Mack’s dick through his shorts, but Mack gently turned Wes onto his side and spooned up close behind him.

“No sex, daddy?” Wes whined.

“Not tonight. Not while you’re drunk.” Mack made his tone as firm as possible with Wes’s mostly naked body tucked close to his.

“You know I’d want it if I was sober.”

“I know, but you’re not sober, and I’m not that guy. We can have sex in the morning, when you’re fully awake and aware, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Now sleep. You had a big night and you deserve it.”

“Thanks.” Wes mumbled something else that Mack didn’t catch.

Mack lay awake for a while after Wes drifted off, memorizing the moment. The heat of Wes’s skin, the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, the beat of his heart beneath Mack’s palm. The sharp scent of sweat on his skin. The way Wes very quietly started to snore—a soothing rumble that helped Mack finally relax and close his eyes. Wes would still be there in the morning.

But Mack had no idea what their futures would bring beyond tomorrow, now more than ever, and he’d make every moment he got with Wes count.





Chapter Twenty

Waking up with Wes pulled tight against his body was becoming Mack’s favorite thing in the world. Geoff hadn’t been much of a nighttime snuggler, preferring to keep to his side of their king bed. But Wes was one of the most tactile people he’d ever met, and Mack treasured that about him. He treasured a lot about Wes, and the thought filled him with equal parts wonder and worry.

He squeezed Wes tighter. Wes snuffled and wriggled a bit, until Mack had mercy and let him breathe. “Morning,” Mack whispered.

“Mmm.” Wes humped back against Mack’s morning wood. “Good morning.”

“Eager much?”

“What can I say?” Wes twisted around so they were facing each other, his face adorably sleep-rumpled. “My ass likes your dick.”

“Well, that’s good, because my dick likes your ass.” Mack kissed him gently, unsure about Wes’s hangover status. “How do you feel?”

“Like I could slam a sports drink or two, but this is nice, too.”

“I can get you some water.”

“Or you can kiss me like you mean it. We didn’t have sex last night, right?”

“No.” Mack kissed the tip of his nose. “You were too drunk, and even though I knew you were into it, I won’t have sex with someone who’s drunk.”

Wes smiled. “That’s very noble of you.”

“It’s not noble, it’s practical and I wish more people did it.” His voice had risen too high by the end, and it had Wes studying his face a little too closely.

“Did someone hurt you?” Wes asked, so softly Mack saw the words more than he heard them.

Mack didn’t want to lie to Wes about anything, but this wasn’t his secret to reveal. “Not me personally, but someone I care about. Got drunk at a party, got taken advantage of by someone older and totally sober. I was their shoulder to lean on.”

A question rose in Wes’s eyes, but he didn’t push. “Thank you for waiting until I was sober. I don’t ever want to forget the sex we have. It’s way too amazing.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Definitely.” One of Wes’s hands slipped down and groped Mack’s wood through his boxers. “Please tell me we’re having it now, because I’ve missed you.”

“Missed you, too, boss.”

That nickname always seemed to unravel Wes. He disappeared beneath the covers, and in moments, Mack’s boxers were down and a hot, wet mouth was on his dick.

“Oh yeah.” Mack reached down to thread his fingers in Wes’s hair, holding without directing, because Wes was damned good at this part. Using his lips and that fucking silver stud to drive Mack out of his mind. Sucking and licking up and down his length. Taking him to the back of Wes’s throat several times. Doing things to him that only Wes could do, simply because it was Wes.

Mack flipped the covers back so he could watch. Wes’s pink lips were stretched around his shaft, and he pulled off with a lewd pop. “Is Reyes a prude about loud sex noises?” Wes asked. “Because you know I can’t be quiet when you’re fucking me.”

“Don’t know, don’t care. Get a condom.”

Wes leered as he kissed the tip of Mack’s cock, then lurched toward the bedside table. That put his ass close enough for Mack to smack, getting a sharp yelp from Wes. A pretty red handprint appeared on Wes’s pale cheek.

“Keep that up, and someone might come in to check on us,” Wes said. A drawer squeaked.

Mack landed a second smack. “You never struck me as the shy type.”

“I’m not.” Wes resettled so he was sitting on Mack’s belly, his own erection flush to his abs, a condom and lube in his hands. “But I’m also not much for having sex with an audience.”