Page 26 of A Cowboy Holiday

He met my gaze, his nostrils flaring. Without a word, he unbuckled my belt, undid my fly, and shoved my jeans out of the way. Then he gripped my shaft through my boxer briefs and stroked me.

“Christ, this is a very nice fucking cock.”

Another whimper. That couldn’t be helped, though. I was on fire. “I want to see you. Show me.”

Axel released me to deal with his belt and zipper, and pushed his jeans down. His cock sprang from the confines of his briefs like a jack-in-the-box, swaying between us. I reached for him automatically, wrapping my fingers around his large dick, testing his weight and girth, exploring the smooth skin over steel, the wide head and the angry vein leading to his balls. Damn, even his balls were big.

I rolled them, returning to jerk his cock until he growled into my ear.

“Harder, cowboy. Jack me like you mean it.”

I did as I was told, my breath hitching as he lowered my boxer briefs, licked his palm, and proceeded to stroke me from base to tip like a damn pro. I matched the pace Axel set, dragging my thumb across his slit for lube as our tongues twisted.

We probably made quite a picture—two cowboys polishing each other’s poles with our mouths fused. I didn’t care if we got caught. Not now. I needed this too much. I craved him with a ferocity that threw me off-balance. I could think of nothing I wanted more than to give Axel the reins and beg him to eat me or fuck me. Right here, right now.

He'd do it. He wouldn’t think twice about taking me against the wall or on the floor or?—

Oh, shit.Axel broke the kiss and let out a low, feral moan as a jet of cum spilled over my fist. I was close, too. But instead of finishing me off, he ran a finger through his release and reached around to slip a digit in my hole.

My orgasm thundered through me. I gasped, squeezing my eyes shut as white light permeated my vision and made the world spin on its axis.

I was too strung out to worry about an awkward aftermath, but it was there, and I wasn’t quite prepared to deal with resetting an already tenuous balance.

I straightened slowly and looked for something to clean up with, studiously avoiding Axel’s gaze. I found a roll of paper towels, grabbed a few, and handed the roll to him. We tidied up in silence. Then Axel rescued our hats, wordlessly flipping mine to me.

I slipped it on, inclining my chin slightly. “Thank you.”

“For a good time?”

I snorted. “Something like that.”

“Hmm.” Axel held the door open for me. He inhaled as I passed and muttered something unintelligible.

“What did you say?”

He considered me for a moment with that lazy tilt of his lips. “I want you like I haven’t wanted anyone for a long, long time. Don’t know when, but I’m gonna fuck you, cowboy.”

With that, he touched the brim of his hat and sidled by me.

I gulped, eyeing Axel’s impossibly broad shoulders and muscular arms as he disappeared into the office.

I’m gonna fuck you, cowboy.

Holy shit.

It wasn’t poetry, but it was close enough.

CHAPTER 8

TANNER

Buzz buzz

I fumbled for my cell on the nightstand.Three a.m. Crap.Nothing good ever came from a middle-of-the-night phone call.

“What’s up, Josh?” I asked groggily.

“It’s Hazel. I think she going into labor.”