Page 17 of Stirring Spurs (Rainbow Ranch #1)

BOONE

We stumble up the stairs, drunk on excitement.

It’s been a few days since we got our rocks off in the truck, and I’m really hoping we both last longer this time.

When our laughter becomes a little too loud for the late hour, I pause midway up the stairs and give Wylie my best stern look.

The one Ma used to give us when we got caught stealing cookies out of the jar before bedtime.

Wylie’s brows raise, betraying a flash of guilt as a half-formed smile hangs on the corner of his lips. Dear Lord, he’s handsome enough to eat—which is exactly my plan.

When we’re at the top of the stairs, near the first bathroom, I pause and lean in to whisper in his ear.

“My room. Fifteen minutes.”

When his eyes register confusion, I say, “I’m jumping in the shower.” I nod toward my room and the other bathroom at the far end of the hall. “Lickety-split, I promise.”

After the quickest shower of my life, making sure all my important bits are squeaky clean, I close the bathroom door as quietly as possible, and tip-toe the six feet to my room. The moment I step in front of Billie’s door, the floorboard creaks, and it pops open.

“Abilene,” I say, tipping an imaginary hat.

“You’re out late.”

We don’t keep tabs on each other like that, so I know she’s only sassing me.

“Just out stargazing.”

I smile, gripping the towel around my waist as water drips from my hair onto my forehead.

“Needed a shower after?”

She dips her chin and cocks her head, looking so much like Ma it hurts.

“Wanna be clean for bed.”

“Mmm hmm. For bed. And it wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain cowboy I saw sneaking into your room a few minutes ago?”

“Night, Billie.”

I lean over and give her a quick kiss on the forehead.

“You’re wet!” She pulls away, retreating into her room.

With a smirk on my face, I stand at my door, clutching the towel in place. I enter in one swift motion, closing the door behind me, taking a moment to catch my breath before turning around. When I do, my eyes almost pop out of my head when I take in the sight waiting for me.

Wylie’s lounging on my bed, propped up on his hands.

He’s completely naked except for his weathered cowboy hat and the boots hugging his feet.

A shudder of pleasure rips through me, and even though I’m only wearing a towel, I’m suddenly extremely warm.

I adore cooking, but maybe I should’ve been a painter.

“Howdy, partner,” I say with a lick of my lips.

Getting my first look at him naked, excitement ripples through my body.

He’s fucking delicious. With my bedside lamp on, I’m able to see him much clearer than the night on the truck.

The hair on his chest is darker than on his head, but there’s not as much as I thought I saw under only starlight.

His nipples poke through it, and my mouth waters thinking about what I might do with them.

“Boots and hat?” I ask.

Wylie holds his cock up, hard and pointing right at me. Hopefully, a promise.

“Happy to remove them. Just thought you might…”

I remove my towel, my dick already almost matching his hardness.

“No, leave 'em for now,” I say. “Save a horse.”

He laughs, a booming sound that shakes his shoulders and tilts his head back. His Adam’s apple bobs with each chuckle. “You wanna ride a cowboy?”

“Something like that.” I toss my towel on the floor, and kneel before him. “First, I wanna taste him.”

With my face only inches from his groin, I rest my hands on his thighs, taking in his musky aroma. His day of working with the horses, then out in the paddock—he smells like hay and sunshine, and I’m eager to savor him again.

While Wylie jerks his dick, I place my hand over his, getting swept along in the moment.

“Easy, buddy,” I say. “I want us to last longer this time.”

He laughs. “Me too. C’mere, first.”

His hands scoop under my arms, lifting me so I’m kneeling between his legs, still gripping his cock as he dips down and captures my lips with his.

The sweetness lasts about five seconds before Wylie’s tongue juts in.

I push his hat back, giving us more room, his stubble causing the finest friction on my face.

He’s moaning softly and my cock stiffens with each sound.

His hands land on my chest, pinching at both of my nipples as I slide my thumb back and forth over the tip of his dick.

I stroke him, and his fingers flick and massage my chest, sending another shudder of pleasure zooming to my cock, which rubs against his shin as I grind into him.

“Dang, Cookie.” There's gravel in his voice as he pulls back and leans back on his elbows again.

I raise my eyebrows and apply a firmer grip to his cock, its heat and hardness beneath my fingertips. Our breaths quicken, and I’m eager to devour him.

He sits back on my bed with his arms flexed, and I notice the sheen of sweat on his forehead under his hat. I crawl up, my hands next to his body, until my mouth lands on his chin. I plant a soft kiss and nibble on his lower lip as our erections smash together between us.

“Fuck, I wanna suck you.”

His dick, yeah—but all of him. My tongue glides down his neck, taking in the sweet ripeness of his day. When I reach his chest, my mouth takes a nipple in, biting lightly. I’m careful not to hurt him, but he grunts, the vibration from his throat evident.

“So damn sexy.” I take a quick lick at his pec. “And tasty.”

My hand glides down to cup his balls. I add some pressure right underneath as I pepper his stomach with kisses. He squirms a little when I suck on his belly. I peek up at him, and he’s tipped his hat down to cover his face. A smirk skates across my face knowing I’m tickling him.

“Now,” I say, taking his cock with both hands. “You tell me if you get close, because I have some other things in mind. ”

“Okay.” He’s moved his hat back, and he’s watching me now. “Should be good for a spell.”

He winks and heat rumbles in my core. My cock throbs, and I swallow him as far as I’m able. When my nose brushes the soft hair at the base of his dick, and Wylie’s body melts under me, I know he’s enjoying himself.

“That first night I arrived…” His voice catches me off guard, and I pause with my tongue resting on the tip. “Don’t stop,” he begs. “Please.”

He continues talking, and I resume guzzling.

“I was in my room. Watching you.”

I run my lips up and down his shaft, my tongue taking a swipe at his hairy balls. He smells like heaven.

“You were taking the trash out. Bent over. Your ass in those jeans—fucking perfect. Got me so damn hard. I stared at you while I jerked off.”

Pulling off, I lift my head to look at him—a bead of saliva tethering Wylie’s cock to my lips.

He slaps it against my cheek, eliciting a smile from me as he shoves the head of his cock into my dimple. Nobody’s ever done that. It’s amazing. I lean into it, spit and precum enhancing the sensation.

“I’ve wanted you.” He sighs. “Since then.”

My body is torn between the pressing need to finish the task and the irresistible urge to kiss him.

I wipe my mouth with the back of my palm and catch my breath. Wylie sits up, his calloused hands lifting me to stand between his legs.

My boner points straight ahead, and he grasps my hips, pulling me closer. He lowers his head, his hat shielding my view, and then Wylie Anderson’s lips, plump from kissing, latch onto me .

The muscles in my midsection contract, his warm mouth drawing me in.

A rush of sensation courses through my body, my eyes rolling back as I savor every moment.

He moves off, licking the tip, and I reach down and tilt his hat more, his stubbly chin coming into view.

When he attempts to take me all the way in, his hat bumps my body, and he pulls off, gagging.

“Take it easy, cowboy,” I say. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

“That’s one fuckin’ fat cock.” He looks up at me, licking his lips.

“You like it?” I rub the head against his wet mouth.

“Almost as much as your cake.”

I’m not sure if he’s talking about my sheet cake or my ass, but I don’t ask. “Swallow it, then.”

I thrust back into his mouth, my dick disappearing as he relaxes his jaw, taking me deeper. There’s still small choking noises, but when Wylie reaches down and strokes himself, I figure he’s more than okay.

Gasping for air, he pulls back, slapping my cock against his stubbly cheek, sending a shiver up my spine. I lean down for a kiss, and his lips, swollen from the intensity of kissing and sucking, make me want to push him back on the bed and climb right on top of him.

Taking a breath, Wylie reaches around my waist, his hands landing on my ass.

“That night, I watched you. All I could think about was getting up in here.”

He’s holding my cheeks open, patting a finger near my hole, poking and exploring. I lower myself, nodding slowly, urging him on.

He stands, the worn leather of his boots creaking softly on the wood floor as he moves behind me, wrapping his arm around my chest and kissing the back of my neck .

Barely above a whisper, Wylie’s warm breath tickles my ear. “Lay on the bed.”

I turn around and lay back, but he interrupts me.

“On your belly.”

My eyes widen, and I flip over.

“How’s that?”

I glance back, and he’s tipped his hat so far back I expect it to fall.

He kneels over me, spreading my ass again with his hands, and I arch my back.

“Wondered if you had any ink,” he says.

“It’s the ranch tattoo. We all have it. You gotta search a little to find mine.”

“It’s fuckin hot.” He traces the horseshoe on my right cheek with a finger. “Get that ass up for me.”

I grab my pillow and bury my face in it while he moves back, his fingers never leaving my body, until it happens. He kisses both cheeks, pulls me as far apart as he can, and his tongue skates around the perimeter.

I do the best to muffle my moans, but when Wylie’s mouth covers my entire opening and his tongue juts in, I’m not sure all the pillows on the ranch can contain the noise that comes out of me.

He pulls back, his warm breath on my ass as he whispers, “Arch your back.”

I do as I’m told, and he’s able to plunge even deeper. I’m able to reach under and stroke myself while he makes a feast out of me. He pulls out, and gives my ass a loud slap.

“Better than any dessert.” Wylie’s breath makes every nerve in my ass come alive. “Gettin’ you nice and ready.”

He’s playing with me. Fucking me with a finger, his thumb I think. Shaking my ass with wide, palmed hands. Licking. Jutting his tongue back in. Staring at my butt jiggling under his touch.

“Boone?” He doesn’t take his hands off me.

I lift my head. “Yeah?”

“You wanna get fucked?”

Every nerve in my body catches fire. Finally. Thank God.