Page 45 of Stable Hand

“Fuck,” Luke swore, licking his lips.

“What?”

“You even eat like a cowboy. You’re fucking killing me.”

I couldn’t help laughing because now he was here I felt so much better. “This is how I eat. Sue me.”

Luke shook his head. He leaned forward so he could say, in soft tones, “I don’t want to sue you, cowboy. I want to see those lips around my cock for a change.”

I almost choked. I coughed and wiped at my mouth with the back of my hand, blinking back tears.

He grinned. “Yep. That’s how it’s gonna go too. You know how big it is now, don’t you?”

Catching my breath, I grabbed the bottle of water Luke had opened, tipped it back and drank a mouthful, watching him all the while, and remembering how big his cock felt inside me.

But I had to know.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

Luke’s expression changed. “Huh?”

“What do you want from me? I mean, beyond the obvious and what you’ve mentioned.”

Luke stared at me. His eyes flicked over to my hat and back to me. He shrugged. “I like you,” he said finally, so quietly I barely saw his lips move.

It was my turn to nod. “I like you too. But if it’s only boning you’re after, you picked the wrong cowboy.”

Luke held my gaze as the statement hung in the air between us. Then he shook his head from side to side. He casually reached his arm across the table and played with the edge of my paper plate. “Oh no. You are, in every way, the very right cowboy, Jensen. You’re mine. And I’m not fucking sharing you with any of them.”

I picked up my hot dog, and took another bite, watching Luke. After several minutes during which our gazes held, I nodded silently.

“And you may have the upper hand in the grooming barn,” Luke murmured, eyes moving to my hand wrapped around my hot dog, then back to my eyes. “But everywhere else you are my bitch. Understand?”

My cock stirred and I couldn’t deny the ease with which I would accept that deal, at least temporarily.

“Fine.”

Luke smiled, blushing now, and picked up his hot dog, ready to take a bite.

“For now,” I said.

“Can I sit here, please? With you guys?” A hesitant voice said behind me. I glanced to my side and saw Noah standing with a plate and a Coke.

It was interesting my first instinct was to see if Luke would approve, rather than giving Noah permission right away. Luke winked and gave me a quick nod.

“Sure,” I said.

Noah sat on the bench beside me and gazed across at Luke. I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen Noah acknowledge Luke before, and for some reason I’d imagined Noah was intimidated by the handsome and oppositional ponyboy.

But Noah didn’t look worried. And Luke gazed at Noah as if he’d expected him to show up.

“Hi Luke,” Noah said softly. “How’s your weiner taste?”

My eyes widened as I narrowly avoided choking again.

Luke chuckled. “Delicious. And don’t you know it.”

Noah blushed and squirmed on the bench, taking a delicate bite of his hot dog. He glanced at me. “Hi.”