Page 27 of On the Land, We Shoot Straight

She was perfectly waxed and wet, and she spread her legs wide to let him in.

He got to it, licking and teasing her clit, bringing in fingers.

He felt like he was going through the motions.

Charmaine rocked up into his face, letting out breathy moans and gasps.

Grady thought about Cole in his room down the hall, and how there was no way he couldn’t hear it.

As he sucked on Charmaine’s clit and drove his fingers in and out of her, he thought about Cole listening and wondered if it was getting him hard.

That thought had Grady’s dick stiffening up. Cole lying there, his cock rising up to slap on his belly. The way he’d bring his hand up to lick his palm and then grip himself so he could stroke himself off in time to what he could imagine Grady was doing in here.

Grady was fully there now, so he sat up and reached for the condom on the dresser.

He kept pumping his fingers in and out of Charmaine, and she rode his hand and moaned.

He got the condom on, got between her thighs and fucked in.

Her nails ran down his back as her thighs came around him, and he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

Her smell was perfume and lavender soap, and he rocked into her and lost his erection almost as fast as he’d gotten it.

He got a hand between them, rubbed her clit, and she came quickly enough with some cursing and moaning.

Grady pulled out. He rolled to sit on the edge of the bed and got the condom off.

He stood, threw it in the wastebasket and grabbed for his sweats.

He could hear her sitting up behind him.

He knew she was about to ask the question and felt the moment she decided to swallow it down.

“I gotta shower,” he said and went out.

He stepped under the scalding spray and breathed.

Charmaine had said she was only staying the weekend, said something about a big trial coming up and that’s why she was down now, in case she was late in the spring.

Grady always liked having her here. So why was he counting the days until Sunday night when she’d leave?

It wasn’t being late with the sheep. Cole had mumbled over dinner about how he’d ride out tomorrow with Lady and get it done.

And Grady nodded and knew he would. Charmaine had seemed surprised, but she said nothing on it, just remarked on what a hell of a rider Cole must be to do that on his own.

Cole had nodded, his eyes grave on hers, but he said nothing.

Grady got out, dried himself off and wrapped the towel around his waist. He went out just as Cole was coming out of his room. Grady had his hand on the towel, and Cole was running a hand through his hair, and they froze like that, looking at each other across the hallway.

Cole moved first, coming forward, his head down.

“Gotta piss,” he said under his breath as he went by Grady and into the bathroom.

Grady followed him in and shut the door.

Cole tensed at the sound of the door closing but got his dick out, and after a moment the stream started up.

Grady listened to the drip of the shower and Cole’s piss splashing in the bowl and wasn’t sure what he was doing.

Cole finished and shook himself. He washed his hands.

He turned back slowly, met Grady’s eyes, and even in the shadows of the bathroom Grady could see the questions and accusations there, the hurt.

He didn’t understand a one of them. What he did understand was that his dick was hardening up, and Cole was moving forward to go out the door, and Grady needed him.

He grabbed Cole around the waist as he went to go by and spun him.

He walked them back to the wall next to the door.

The air was still foggy from the shower, the drip of the tap pattering softly as it petered out.

Cole’s lips parted as Grady loomed over him.

He was close enough to kiss him. He brought his hand to Cole’s shoulder, curled his fingers and pushed.

Confusion and surprise flittered over Cole’s face, but muscle memory must’ve kicked in because he was sinking to his knees at the same time as Grady was losing the towel.

His dick slapped his belly, thick and hard, and Cole reached for it.

Grady grabbed him by the hair and angled his head so Cole was forced to look up at him.

With his free hand, he brought his index finger to his lips, telling Cole they had to be quiet.

Cole nodded and then sucked Grady down, his eyes staring into Grady’s like he was daring him to keep that order.

And fuck, Cole was going to make that a challenge from the get-go.

He was sucking him like a pro. Grady fucked into that beautiful mouth and bit back his groans like his life depended on it.

He brought his other hand down and traced Cole’s bottom lip where it was stretched around his girth and felt Cole swallow the responding moan.

Grady panted and lost himself in the feeling of how good it was.

He knew he couldn’t take his time, but goddamn, he wanted to.

But Cole knew it too, and he added suction and then relaxed, his eyes looking at Grady as if to say, ‘ Well, come on then .’ Grady fucked his mouth, came and rode that orgasm while biting his lip to stop the sound.

Grady was panting in shallow breaths as Cole let him slip from his mouth.

Grady released his hold in his hair. He brought his palms up against the wall to steady himself.

When Cole stood, he was caged between Grady and the wall.

Grady brought one hand down and found Cole hard.

He slipped his hand inside his sweats, then pulled his hand out again and pressed his fingers to Cole’s lips.

Cole sucked them in and got him all wet.

Grady suppressed his groan. He took his fingers back, wrapped his wet hand around Cole’s shaft and jerked him off with slow pulls at first, enjoying the way Cole was desperately trying to be quiet.

“Fucker,” Cole whispered between them.

Grady smirked. He tightened the pressure, jerked Cole off with more speed and watched as Cole thrust into his fist. Cole let his head fall forward, burying his groans into the bare skin of Grady’s shoulder.

His lips caressed the damp skin in a way that was alarmingly good.

Grady sped up and felt the shudder ripple through Cole as he came, his little moan cut off as he bit into Grady’s skin.

Grady cradled his dick as Cole came down. His other hand found its way to Cole’s back and slipped under his shirt to stroke his skin as he got his breathing back under control.

Cole pulled away and met Grady’s eyes as he tucked himself away. Black, solemn—demanding something Grady couldn’t have named. He turned, forcing Grady’s hand to slip out from under his shirt, opened the door and went out. His feet padded down the hall quietly, and his bedroom door closed.

Grady turned and washed his hands. He grabbed for his sweats, tugged them on and went back to his room.

He got back into bed. Charmaine was dozing, but she rolled over and stretched along his side.

He brought his arm up and tucked her against him.

It was a clear, moonlit night and he stared at the crack in the ceiling, traced its path from the center of the plaster to the cornice and back again, not a part of him tired.

When Grady got up in the morning, Cole was already gone, Lady and Chloe gone with him.