Page 27 of Baker (Bastian Brothers #1)

Head down, he began to fuck me as I craved.

Hard and with a certain frenzy that cleared everything from my weary shoulders and mind with each grinding thrust. His hips punched in and out like a machine.

Sweat beaded on his brow. My legs began to tremble.

I shouted at him to keep it up. I yelled out for more, faster, harder, and Hanley gave me all that I could handle and a little more.

Tucking a leg up closer, he wrestled me into a pretzel and proceeded to peg my prostate over and over until I creamed.

Howls of bliss rolled out of that tent as I came so hard I nearly blacked out.

Hanley followed quickly, filling the condom with sweet, hot spunk.

He rolled off me, easing out tenderly, and gently straightened out my tight legs. I shuddered as he began to massage my thighs while pressing tiny kisses to my chest and belly. Kisses that became a little raunchy as he lapped up my cum with little yummy sounds that made my dick ooze and kick.

“Holy…fuck…” I gasped just as he planted his mouth over mine.

With my good hand, I carded my fingers into that silky, caramel blond hair.

He licked in deep, smearing the taste of myself all over my tongue.

It was magnificent. He kissed me forever it seemed, his fingers skimming over me, rubbing at tight muscles, tickling a nipple, dipping into my navel as I lay there spread eagle with the wind blowing on my tender hole.

I never wanted to move. “That was amazing.”

“Mm, you’re one fabulous fuck,” he mumbled before nipping at my lower lip.

“Bet you say that to all the cowboys,” I sleepily replied.

The soft sound of tack jingling just a few feet away was a not-so-subtle reminder that my siblings would be showing up soon on ATVs with wagons.

I did not want them to find me lying here with my balls on display, and lube dribbling out of me, but for all the money in the world I could not get my well-used ass in gear.

Instead, I let my eyes drift closed as my lover sucked a few dark marks on various parts of my flesh.

Didn’t care one iota. He could leave hickeys on every inch of skin that I owned.

One little nibble on the inside of my thigh made me wince, and my eyes blinked open.

“I want to suck your balls,” he murmured and then took one between his lips.

My dick seemed to think that was a fine idea.

It began to fatten up as Hanley not only sucked my nuts but then took a detour down to my hole where he tongued my ass with such finesse that I was shooting another load all over myself before I knew it.

He then kneeled between my rubbery legs and jacked himself off, his spunk coating my pubes and cock as I twitched and begged him for more.

“I don’t think I have any more. Give me an hour. ”

He flopped down beside me, his arm over my heaving belly.

“I’ll need another day to recover,” I teased, moving my casted arm to my chest.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He kissed my shoulder tenderly.

“Good, it was meant as one.” My sight stayed on the domed roof of the tent.

I was afraid that if I glanced over at Hanley sprawled out next to me, all sweaty and sated, I would begin to feel more things than I already felt for the man.

That would be bad. I’d never had a relationship that I didn’t fuck up.

Also, he was a vagabond. Moving from state to state, country to country, taking photos of whatever pleased him.

Knowing that I craved him badly already, allowing any deeper feelings would be emotional suicide. So I refused to look at him.

Until he pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Can I snap a picture of you?” That tore my eyeballs from the round tent top in a big hurry.

I stared at him with eyes as round as pancakes.

“Nothing too racy, just your face. You look so fucking beautiful right now. So peaceful. Serenity oozing out of you. I’d like a picture to remember you by when I leave for Canada in a few weeks. ”

Oh. Yep. Canada. There we go. Just as I had touched on not a moment ago.

He would be leaving me to travel the world, and I did not—hell, could not—hold that against him.

I’d dreamed of doing the same. Seeing the sights.

The Eiffel Tower, the Leaning Tower of Pisa, the Taj Mahal, and the Great Pyramid of Giza.

Yet, while I dreamed of traveling, I also couldn’t quite bring myself to leave Oklahoma.

Did that make me a coward or just a dreamer?

How could you love your land yet yearn for different landscapes?

“Canada,” I said because I was a dope.

“Yeah, I’m doing a three-week collaboration with Justine Plumley.

She’s one of the most well-respected naturalists in Canada.

She’s going to come with me on shoots and then write up facts that we’ll put together into a coffee table book.

Her network is huge, so my publisher is drooling over this opportunity. ”

“Sounds great. Where do you go after Canada?” I asked nonchalantly, or tried to sound unconcerned because damn it, I should be composed. His leaving was not a surprise. It was what he did.

“I’m coming back to Oklahoma.” He sat up. I looked at him with pleased surprise. His smile made my stomach knot. “I’m feeling like there are things here that need to be explored more.”

“Lots of animals to take pictures of,” I tossed out and got a nod.

“Lots of animals as well as a certain man who has piqued not only my curiosity but my affections.” He moved over me, careful of my arm, to straddle me and steal a kiss that made me forget everything besides the warmth of his chest resting on mine.

“That is, if you’d like me to come back?

I’m not a fan of lingering where I’m not wanted. ”

I ran my fingers through those thick, overgrown yellowish-tan strands. “I think you can tell that you’re wanted.”

“Well, yeah, by your dick and ass, but what about the rest of you?” He nuzzled a cheek thick with raspy whispers against my nose. I breathed him in and said things that fought against saying something that I wouldn’t utter without a gullet full of neatly served bourbon whiskey.

“The rest of me wants you to do what makes you happy.” I felt horribly exposed emotionally.

I knew it was a cowardly copout, but after watching my marriage detonate like the Hindenburg, I was simply too scared to put myself out there again.

Safer to stay on the earth. Those who venture to the skies always come crashing back down in my experience.

“I’m pretty happy rubbing up to you,” he purred and dropped another scorching kiss to my lips. I slid my leg up over his backside, my dick somehow perking up. Not a full perk, obviously. I was forty-two, after all. But a sleepy kind of ‘Hmm, maybe after a nap’ kind of perk.

Prissy snorted. I rubbed my calf over Hanley’s bare ass.

The sound of engines broke into our sensual little makeout session.

We both must have registered the roar of ATVs at the same time, since we both floundered around trying to find, pull on, and run outside to sit around a wet fire pit just as my brothers rolled up.

All three of the other Bastians sat on their Hondas like they were thoroughbreds, hats cocked and lips twisted into something that was supposed to be some lame attempt to quell smirks.

I gave them all a scalding look as I yanked at the sleeve of my shirt that was caught on a seam in the rock-hard plaster cast. Prissy was nearby, swishing her tail, looking at me as if to say “Busted” while my siblings tried not to snigger.

“Did we interrupt something?” Dodge asked, gloved hands dangling over the handlebars of a dirty Honda ATC200E.

“Baker had a bee in his shirt,” Hanley flung out.

The other three nodded in muted delight.

“He must have run into a nest if all those tiny bruises are bee stings,” Linc tossed out, which made the others lose it.

The fuckers. I tugged my cast free, yanked my shirt down over my chest to hide the damn love bites, and then flung a nasty glare at Hanley as he sipped pretend coffee in his mug. He shrugged.

“Fuck off all of you,” I snapped before bending down to give Hanley a bruising kiss that left him and my stupid half-brothers gawking when it was over.

They all knew now. I was a fucking hickey from top to bottom and all places in-between.

Might just as well come clean and face the music. “Let’s get going. Lots of work to do.”

Dodge, the insufferable damn dentist, called out to Hanley. “If you’re around the house this Sunday, we’d love to have you join us for Easter dinner. My son will be flying out the day before if all goes as I hope.”

I glanced at Ford. He gave me a short nod. Good. I was glad he was going to give his consent. Hopefully, he could talk Bella into it as well. Good fathers needed to be given all the help they could get.

“I’d like that if you think there’s enough room?” Hanley said while staring up at me.

“We’ll use Granny’s sewing chair.”

Hanley gave me a soft smile. I shoved my hat back onto my head before heading to my horse.

Once I was on her back, a feat that was not as easy as I had hoped at the get-go.

I had to climb up on a fallen log as there was no mounting box around, then put my left hand on the back of the saddle before hopping up.

Not very graceful, but my ass was on leather.

When I was situated, I looked out at the smirking faces of my stupid siblings.

“Not a single fucking word or I’ll tell Granny to make liver for dinner,” I warned them before tapping my heels into my horse’s sides. Given the looks of revulsion on my brother’s faces, I’d found a good threat.

Hanley blew me a kiss.

I rolled my eyes and rode off before I died of embarrassment, the roars of three idiots rolling over the plains.