Page 21 of On the Land, We Shoot Straight

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rady woke up hard the next morning, groaned and rolled over onto his stomach. He could take the day off; with Cole here, all his work was running on time and there was only checking the sheep, checking the cattle, watching the crop grow until shearing.

He never took a day off.

He pushed himself up, got out of bed and idly rubbed his dick before he headed downstairs to get some coffee.

Cole was there, sipping a coffee and leaning against the counter.

He shot Grady a look like he hadn’t thawed from whatever was up his ass, but then his gaze dropped to the outline of Grady’s dick against his sweats.

Grady saw him shift gears to that hungry look he’d get before he sucked Grady in good and tight.

Grady moved forward as Cole placed his mug on the counter, turned back and dropped to his knees.

Cole tugged Grady’s sweats out of the way, and Grady moved his hands to Cole’s neck.

He ran his fingers up into his hair, got a good grip and thrust in as Cole sucked him down.

Grady groaned and fucked Cole’s mouth, relishing in the vibrations from his moans as he sucked him off perfectly.

Grady came quicker than usual, and it took Cole by surprise too—he choked before he rallied and sucked it all down, Grady shoving in with lazy thrusts as he finished off.

Cole let him go, panting. He got a hand inside his pants and started to jerk himself off at Grady’s feet.

Grady dropped to his knees and knocked his hand away.

He laid him out on the hardwood floor and took over with his mouth, his thumb pressing against his taint while he took him apart right there on the kitchen floor.

Cole’s come flooded his mouth, and Grady swallowed it all down and licked him clean.

The first time Cole came in his mouth, Grady had been overwhelmed with the sense it’d be disrespectful if he turned and followed his habit of spitting when Cole didn’t do that.

He’d almost laughed at the unexpected thought rattling around in his mind while Cole’s cock pulsed on his tongue, thick jets of hot liquid coating his throat.

He’d swallowed, unsure at first, but when Cole groaned and Grady met his eyes, throat moving, something else pulsed in his gut, something that felt real good.

Now Grady did it, not without some reservation, but the sounds Cole made, the way his leg jerked and pressed against Grady’s head as he was tongued clean, swept away those concerns pretty damn quickly.

Grady rolled onto his back and caught his breath. Cole had his arm over his eyes as he did the same.

“There’s coffee,” Cole said breathlessly.

“Good.”

Grady stayed where he was. He reached out and whacked Cole on the thigh.

“Ow.”

“You good?” Grady asked.

Cole lifted his arm and looked down at him. His eyes were steady and serious like always. He nodded after a minute.

Grady hit him again anyway and then rolled to sit.

“What was that for?”

“Sulking.”

Grady got up.

Cole was muttering something about going into town, but Grady didn’t ask.

“You made breakfast yet?”

Cole got up and said he was about to do it.

“I’ll do it. Sit.”

Cole took his coffee and sat. Grady got out the eggs and bacon and set about making a real good spread. He saw Cole’s dinner in the fridge from last night.

“You never ate.”

“I wasn’t hungry.”

“Bet you hungry now.”

“I could eat.”

“You could eat.”

Grady turned to him and gave him a look like he was stupid. Riding half a day, then cleaning the tack and doing God knows what else out there all night, and he never ate?

“I can go a long time without food, you know.”

“I’m sure you can, but ain’t no need for it.”

“You don’t know what I got a need for,” Cole mumbled and sipped his coffee.

Grady smiled at him and went back to making the breakfast.

“What’re you smilin’ about?”

“Nothin’.”

“You’re smilin’ about somethin’.”

Grady shrugged and cracked the eggs into the sizzling pan next to the bacon.

“Ain’t nothin’ for you to worry about.”

Cole was muttering something else. Grady ignored him. He fixed the breakfast, slid one plate in front of Cole and the other at his place and sat, and they ate.

“What’re we doin’ today?” Cole asked once they finished.

Grady sat back and pulled a cigarette out of the packet on the kitchen table, lit it, blew out the smoke and regarded Cole watching him do it.

“Reckon we could take a ride and check some of the dams.”

“Nice.”

Cole was trying to hide it, but his little smile was clear under his hair as he dropped his gaze to his coffee and finished it. This kid and riding, Grady thought and laughed to himself.

He finished the cigarette and stood. He told Cole he’d meet him in the barn and went upstairs to get dressed.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d wandered around his own house like that, in just his sweats, fucking in the kitchen and cooking and eating afterwards.

Well, he’d never fucked in the kitchen, and he twisted his lips into a sardonic smile when he thought of the ghost of his daddy catching him at it.