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T he weather had gone from bad to worse, and their electricity was flickering like mad.

Trent didn’t care, but he’d bet Mr. Fox was worrying on his baby girl. Fortunately, they were just next door, and Jude had insisted on a generator, so they’d be good.

Trent stretched out on the lounge chair on the back porch, watching the wind and the rain and the lightning. God was good to him, giving him this show, letting him see how tiny he was in the grand scheme of things.

He thought he’d heard swearing coming from the kitchen earlier. A minute or two later, he’d heard music, possibly to cover the swearing, and then just a bit ago, he was pretty sure he’d heard coffee grinding. He wasn’t sure whether Fox just liked to keep his hands busy or if the man had been making an escape when he offered to set up the coffee maker, but either way, they were having lattes. Or cappuccino. Or something.

The damn machine had cost the earth, but he’d got it partially as a joke, because Jude missed his fancy coffees, but mostly because Trent had been known to spend all his daily calories at the coffee shop when he was on the road.

His phone rang, and he knew who it was. Only one person would be calling to check up on him in a run-of-the-mill Texas thunderstorm, and it wasn’t a cowboy.

“I’m fine, Jude. How are you, buddy?” He couldn’t help his smile.

“How about that lightning, huh? Are you guys good? Is Fox freaking out?” Trent supposed it was a legitimate question. Rope had told him that Jude held his hand through his first big Texas storm.

“He’s bashing the fancy coffeemaker into submission. Then I promise to hold him for the storm.” God, Jude was adorable. “How’s little bit?”

“Which one? They’re fine. It’s a sleepover. They all scream every time the thunder rolls. Rope is making popcorn. I’m glad Fox is making himself useful. That’s what he is there for, right?”

“Yeah. He’s a huge help. He brought me a hamburger and onion rings. I like talking to him. He’s cool.” Fox soothed his soul and tickled his fancy—both things were good.

“He’s a good guy. He’s just kind of rudderless after a pretty major meltdown. It’s good he got away.”

“Yeah.” He didn’t want to hear about it from Jude. He wanted Fox to tell him what the man needed him to know. It was the fair thing to do. “He doctored my shoulder and didn’t barf.”

Jude chuckled. “He’s a keeper then. There’s a reason I felt like I shouldn’t even try. Rope is better at that stuff.”

“Rope doctors critters and little boys that fall off fences…”

“He does. Listen, tell Fox that Amelia is doing great. She’s totally in her element. We’ll bring her back in the morning.”

“We’ll be here with bells on. You enjoy your popcorn and the light show.”

“Will do. Night, Trent.” Jude hung up just as another bolt of lightning split the sky.

“Ooh…” He pondered getting up and checking on Fox. “You’re missing one hell of a light show.”

“Yeah?” Fox called from inside. “Hang on, I’m on my way.” Fox appeared a few minutes later with two mugs. “I believe I have created an acceptable latte.”

“I bet it’s great.” And if it wasn’t, he would lie. He had drunk worse, he had no doubt.

“Don’t lie to me, now. It’s a new machine, and I’ve decided I’m going to become an expert barista.” Fox giggled in that sweet way and handed him a mug. “What else have I got to do? It looks pretty snazzy in your kitchen, by the way.”

“Yeah? Excellent. You like it?” He sipped the latte, finding it pretty darn good.

“I do. It was a bear to set up, but I figured it out.” Thunder clapped, and Fox ducked reflexively. “Damn. Wow. This is going on all night, you said?”

“Yeah. Come sit? We can shoot the shit.” He loved that idea.

Fox snorted as he sat down. “Is that Texan for flirt?”

“No. That would be knocking boots.” He wasn’t the world’s best flirt.

Fox grinned. “I thought that meant fucking, not flirting.”

“I’m way better at fucking than flirting, darlin’.” He couldn’t have stopped his smile if he tried.

“Yeah. Me too.” Fox swirled his coffee, then glanced at him. “Me too.”

“That is good to know.” He sipped his coffee. “Am I going to offend you if I told you I got wood over you? It was the first time since the wreck.”

Fox blushed again; he could see it clearly despite the storm-darkening sky. The man’s smile was frank though, not shy. “You’re the first person to tell me that since Xan died.”

“Yeah? That’s a surprise. You’re hot as fuck.”

Fox shifted in his chair, leaning forward, as more lightning flashed. “I haven’t really wanted to until—” Fox’s head tilted slightly. “Very recently.”

“Well, I want. I’m not sure physically I can yet, but I want.” He did like it when someone was straightforward.

“I feel like we could figure something out.”

“So long as it’s mutual.” He held Fox’s gaze. “I ain’t a greedy lover.”

“Oh, I insist.” Fox’s look turned heated, and there was suddenly a confidence in the set of man’s shoulders he hadn’t seen before.

Now, how on earth could no one have been all over this hot fucker? Trent didn’t get it.

Fox set his coffee down, then reached for his. “Let’s see what I can figure out, here.” A hot hand landed on his thigh, and the other went for his belt.

“You done this much, out in the wind and the rain?” he drawled, sucking in his belly to let Fox in. He wasn’t going to back away. No way.

“Never. Not once. Like literally everything else I’ve done since I’ve been here.” Fox sank carefully to his knees and got his belt open. “You?”

“No. This is my first.” His first time in nature, his first time in his own house, his first time retired…

Fox’s fingers found his cock and curled around it. “It’ll be a good story then.”

His thighs went tight, and he moaned, the sound tearing out of him.

“Easy, Trent.” Fox wiggled his cock free of his jeans, head bending over his lap. “Nice and easy.”

“I—this is way bigger than nice, darlin’.” Was this real? Was this fucking real?

“Mhm.” Fox was true to his word, though, and took him in slowly, tongue sliding down his shaft.

The lightning flashed, and he swore that the image of Fox blowing him was burned into his fucking brain. Forever.

Fox took his time but didn’t tease, just tasted and savored and licked, easing up every now and then to circle the head of his cock and drive a knowing tongue through his slit. He got a hum of approval as Fox tasted him again, then licked those hungry lips and took him in deep.

“Jesus, darlin’. You’re so damn fine. So hot…” He whimpered, the sound embarrassing, but he couldn’t help it.

Fox grunted at that and picked up the pace, head bobbing, fingers pressing into his thighs.

His balls drew up, and he grunted, trying to warn Fox that he was fixin’ to blow his stack.

Fox gave his thigh a squeeze, then took him in deep and swallowed around him again.

He couldn’t have held himself together for love or money. He shot, his toes curling with pleasure as he came, his balls tight up against his body.

“Mmm.” Fox took all of him, then licked him gently before letting him go, blue eyes glancing up at him. “Yeah. Bigger than nice.”

“Damn…” He licked his lips, eyes on Fox’s mouth. “You like to kiss?”

Fox blinked at him and the man’s expression went from sexy to confused to something like panic. “I—uh. I like to, but, um, maybe—” Fox swallowed hard, and his eyes were full of worry. “Maybe not… yet?”

Ah, so it was like that. He got it. That’s why he asked. Most guys he knew weren’t kissers. Kept that line real clear.

He nodded and smiled. “Fair enough. You want a hand?”

Fox’s hands were gentle and helped tuck him back into his jeans. “I feel like I’ve ruined the moment.”

“Nothin’ ruined here. Not at all.” This wasn’t a love affair. This was orgasms in the dark. He was a fan.

He’d take damn near any one of them he didn’t have to pull out himself.

“Okay.” Fox nodded and stood. “I’m definitely wanting.”

“Well, come here, and I’ll prove that my one hand is smart.” He jumped at a wild rumble of thunder, and that made him laugh. “That one got me.”

Fox had a hand on his chest and puffed out a breath as he stepped closer, leading with the sizeable bulge under his fly. “Whoo. Me too.”

Fox helped him work the button and zipper, for which he was eternally grateful, and then they freed the fat prick that waited for him.

Trent grabbed a hold, making a circle at the base and sliding up, letting his thumb explore veins and nerves all along the way.

Fox shivered and bent over him, bracing a hand on the back of his chair. “Your hand is hot,” Fox whispered, as if that were a huge surprise.

“You did that to me. Turned me right on.” And now it was his turn to return the favor.

“It’s been ages since I did that. I’d forgotten—” Fox groaned and rocked into his hand. “Fuck. I’d forgotten how much I like it.”

“Mmm…” How did you forget? That seemed wild, but he wasn’t going to argue. He was going to jack this sweet cock until Fox gave it up.

The thick cock jerked and swelled in his fingers. Fox made a needy sound and exhaled heavily enough that the breath brushed his ear.

“So fuckin’ hot, darlin’. You got this. You so got this.” He worked, the drops of precome sliding from Fox’s cock slicking the way.

“Yeah.” Fox’s hips jerked, and he held on tight, pumping in time with Fox’s heavy breaths. It wasn’t long before the arm bracing Fox’s weight started to tremble and give, and Fox nodded his head unevenly. “Soon—gonna shoot.”

“Come on. Rain’s fixin’ to hit again. Gonna be amazing.”

The lightning flashed again, bright and sharp.

“Yes, fuck—” Fox nodded faster, then grunted and shook, shooting hot spunk over his fist.

“So fine…” Trent eased up, gentling Fox through the aftershocks. So pretty. He did love a post-orgasmic man.

“Th—thank you.” Fox took a couple of deep breaths before moving. “I’ll uh—I’ll get a towel.” Fox looked a little drunk, a little relieved, and a little wide-eyed.

“You can just dance in the rain…” he teased, trying to ease the mood. “Again.”

“Not a bad idea.” Fox zipped up and winked at him, then disappeared inside, returning quickly with a damp kitchen towel. “Let me clean up that good hand.”

“Thank you, darlin’. I appreciate it. You are damn pretty when you shoot.”

Fox glanced up and caught his eye. “You are too.”

Trent knew he was blushing, and he winked. “Mutual admiration society, huh?”

Fox shrugged, grinning gently. “I can think of dumber things.”

He cracked up. “I can think of dumber things I’ve done today .”

At least ten or twelve, maybe more.

Fox’s chuckle turned into a full-out laugh, then thunder struck, startling them both.

After a second of frozen silence, they both started giggling like fools.