Page 45 of Stables Spurs Suits
“Are you too warm up there?” Perry asks, and I try to hide my smile by reaching for the rolls Nial just placed back down. “I can move the heaters, or we can turn them off if you like,” he says.
“We’re good,” Atlas calls back, and his knee shoves against mine again under the table.
“If you’re sure,” Perry replies, and I catch Sally-May watching us with a small smile on her lips. No way she knows.
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“Dinner was amazing, sitting at that big table listening to them all tell stories about Dean when he was young and when Gramps was raising the four of them here on the ranch,” I say, as Atlas and I walk together along the path through the cabins.
“There were fewer quirky animals then. A lot more cows, though, and that’s when they used to have to milk by hand,” Atlas replies, nudging my side with a chuckle.
“I bet the guys had super strong hands back then.”
“Horsemen have strong hands too.”
“I’ve noticed,” I reply, and he stops and turns to face me.
“Will you stay tonight?”
My heart does this fluttery thing as he takes my hands in his.
“If you want me to.”
He leans down, tilting his chin up so the brim of his hat doesn’t clock me in the forehead, and kisses me soft and slow. The scruff around his mouth scratches slightly in the most delightful way, and I grip his waist and pull him close.
His groin is hard pressed against me, and my cock responds with a throb.
I go to pull away, but he slides his arm all the way around my back, and he lifts me up, my chest hard against his. He starts walking toward his trailer’s quiet corner of the ranch. I bring my legs up to circle his waist, and his hands move quickly to my ass.
“Hmnh,” I groan. He clenches my ass in his fists, and I grab him around the back of his neck, fingers sliding up the nape into his hair. I deepen the kiss. He slides me down over his bulge and back up.
“Oh, fuck,” I say, pulling away, and then I bury my mouth into the crease of his neck and suck the soft, salty skin.
I fumble with his shirt buttons between us as he lifts and lowers me down again, and when I finally get it undone and pull it over his shoulders, he lets out a sigh of relief like he’s finally been freed from a straitjacket or something, and I guess, given the way he describes his need to be naked, it might actually be like that for him.
Only now that his shirt’s off, I don’t know what to do with my hands. I want to take them on a journey of his body, but when we’ve been together in the past, I’ve avoided directly touching his scars whenever I can. He says that when I’m near him, when I touch him, he doesn’t feel the same gross feeling he does with clothes or other people, which is good. Great even. But what if this time he does?
“Hey, you okay?” he asks, and I suddenly realize I’ve stopped kissing his neck and I’m basically just holding my mouth openagainst his soft skin like a guppy fish. I push up, keeping one hand on the back of his neck and the other on my leg, still wrapped around him. He tilts his head back to see me clearly. “What’s wrong?” he presses.
“Nothing,” I say, trying for a reassuring smile, but he sees right through me and scrunches up his adorable nose and gently shakes his head.
“Tell me what’s up, or nothing else will be going that way tonight,” he says, glancing between us.
“Urgh, you found my kryptonite.”
“I like the idea of my dick bringing you to your knees,” he replies, and I laugh. “That’s better. So, now tell me, what were you spiraling about just now?”
“I wasn’t sure you’d want me to touch you,” I say, my voice almost a whisper.
“I’m pretty sure my massive hard-on is screaming at you to touch me.”
“I don’t mean there, I mean…” My gaze goes to the silvery scars that glisten slightly under the moonlight and move up his outer arms and over parts of his shoulders.
“I told you it’s different with you,” he says.
“Yeah, but what if that changes?”
“Then I’ll tell you, and we’ll work it out,” he says, brushing the back of his fingers lightly over my cheek. It’s so hard not to just melt into him when he looks at me like this, all small smiles and dreamy, sparkling eyes. I lift off his hat and run a hand through his slightly damp hair.
