Page 19 of Stirring Spurs (Rainbow Ranch #1)

Our heads poke out of the curtain, the pitch black night sky greeting us as I nestle into the crook of his neck.

It’s well past midnight, and the moon’s high, painting the ranch in silver shadows.

Dark shapes of the buildings and fence posts are barely visible against the star-covered sky.

The distant lowing of a cow echoes, but everything else is silent.

I love this time of year. Once the sun disappears, the air becomes cool, crisp, and carries the faint scent of the barn.

It’s like time stands still, as Boone waits for me to pick up where we left off.

His skin smells like pine from the soap in the shower, and I take him in, kissing his neck, then the spot right between his shoulder blades as I move my hands to his waist.

“You like my cock inside you?”

I keep my voice low. Ain't nobody out at this hour, but I’m not looking to stir up any trouble or wake the dead.

He nods, and a deep mmmh comes from his throat as he pushes back. I take his hint and thrust into him, pulling myself out most of the way before plunging back. We find our pace, like a colt getting used to the saddle, and my right hand, trembling slightly, finds its way back to Boone’s chest.

“Fuck my hole, cowboy.” His voice is lower, full of grit. “It’s yours.”

The warmth of his skin comforts my palm. When I drive deeper into him, he moans, probably a little louder than either of us expected, and shoves three of my fingers into his mouth.

My thumb runs up and down his cheek, until I find his dimple—a satisfied smile spreading across my lips.

Boone quietly emits little grunts as I rail him by the window.

The press of his bare feet against my boots sends a jolt through me.

This might be more thrilling than the wildest gallop across an open field, the friction of his ass against me as he bucks back.

I come to a halt, and he takes over, giving me the chance to simply watch as my dick moves in and out, stretching his opening.

His ass gripping my cock.

His mouth sucking my fingers.

My free hand gives his butt another slap, the cheek shaking as he continues crashing back on me. The pleasure is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. This isn’t just two men fucking. This is two people becoming one. It's intoxicating. All-consuming. Truly awesome.

“Fuck, Cookie. You want more?”

My lips nip at his ear as he shoves back. With my fingers in his mouth, all he can manage is a moan in response.

“I’m gonna come.” I spill on his earlobe. “Hard.”

He makes a noise, but I can’t understand, and I need to know. With a jolt, I pull my fingers out—they’re wet and sloppy.

“Inside me. I wanna feel it.”

The words flow out of him like a prayer as he drives back faster, a fiery energy radiating from his powerful frame as he devours my fingers again.

Then that feeling, like the earth is about to crack open, swallowing everything up, including my soul, starts in my boots, and my free hand lands on his shoulder, holding him in place while he fucks my cock.

“Holy shit,” I manage to stammer out. “Keep going. Just like that. Don’t stop.”

He does as I say, my balls tightening, his head moving forward slightly, causing me to pull back in his mouth. He moans, louder than before, as I shoot, filling the condom while his hole clenches around me.

Connected to him this way, unloading inside him, a surge of pleasure washes over me with each blast. My torso shakes with the intense gratification of the release, and I fall onto Boone, letting my weight rest on his damp back. Even in the cool night air, we’ve both worked up a sweat.

My fingers trace the contours of his chest, once again pulling him close.

“I wanna stay inside you like this…” I kiss the back of his neck, the sweetness of him coating my lips. “Forever.”

Boone takes a deep breath, his chest rising under my arms, and then turns around.

“That was wild.” His gaze finds mine. “In the best possible way.”

“What about you?” I palm his cock—he’s hard and precum dribbles on my fingers.

A mischievous smile overtakes his face, and I know I’m in for a surprise. Boone Adams seems to be full of them .

“Lie down,” he says.

Before I can move, he tugs the condom off my still sensitive cock. It’s full, and he ties off the end and tosses it into a small wicker waste basket by the door.

I lie back with my legs hanging off the bed and prop myself on my elbows. Quick as a wink, Boone’s on me, crawling over me until his mouth meets mine. My hand reaches for his neck, dragging him close, as he strokes himself over me.

He pauses the kiss, pulling back so our lips are still touching. “Won’t take me long. Just want to give you a little present.”

Boone’s tongue pokes between my lips, and I grasp his face with both hands. The sound of him jerking his cock, slippery from the lube, and his small grunts fill the small room. When his breathing picks up, blowing into my mouth as we kiss, I move my hands to his chest, pinching his nipples.

“Okay, okay,” he moans. “You ready for my load, cowboy?”

I’m speechless. So I nod, because yeah, of course I want it. Him. All of it.

Boone lowers his head, watching himself for a moment. When he starts shaking, he presses his mouth against mine. And then it hits me like a can of pop, shaken and finally opened—hot cum splatters across my chin.

With a massive grin, I respond, “Oh fuck yeah.”

Boone moans over me, another eruption landing on my face.

“Damn, boy. Cover me with it.”

The next few blasts hit my chest, then my stomach, and finally, my dick, already plumping again, responding to the intense heat of the moment .

He collapses next to me, burying his face in my neck.

“That was flippin' hot.” I press my palm against his head, splaying my fingers through his damp hair, drawing him near.

He’s still and silent.

“Cookie, you okay?”

“Mmmmh.” His lips vibrate against my skin. “Can’t move.”

“No need to,” I say, pulling him closer. “C’mere.”

He casually lifts a leg over my midsection and drapes an arm over my chest. I’m a complete mess, plastered in his cum, but he doesn’t seem to mind one bit.

Laying here, the cool breeze whispering through the window, I close my eyes.

With a slow, steady breath, I try to take it all in—Boone beside me, the warmth in my chest, the quiet peace that’s settled over us like the fields after a downpour.

Ain’t often I feel this way, but tonight, with him, I soak it all in.