Pushin' Buttons (Boot Knockers) (8 page)

With a toss of his head, Riggs swallowed a roar of satisfaction. This was Hugh at his best—rough and primal.

He scrabbled at the front of Hugh’s jeans, releasing the star belt buckle earned for top marks in the roping competition, fumbling with the button and zipper that contained the prize.

When Riggs slipped his hand into the V of cloth and met with Hugh’s bare flesh, they both groaned.

“Hope you’re carrying a condom,” Hugh growled, sinking his teeth into his other nipple.

Should Riggs confess he always carried one in a separate part of his wallet—one he refused to use on anyone else just in case Hugh happened along?

He wrapped his fingers around Hugh’s cock—the very one Sibyll had just tasted. A burning need exploded in Riggs’s groin. He pulled Hugh’s dick free and then dug in his back pocket for a condom.

Rolling it on took two seconds. Dropping both pairs of jeans to their ankles and letting Hugh bend him over the table took five.

When Hugh slapped Riggs’s ass with his sheathed cock, Riggs flattened his cheek against the leather saddle. His breath came in pants, his dick as hard as stone. “Do it. Don’t give me a warm-up.”

Hugh grunted. His voice was raspy. “You sure?” He pressed a fingertip to Riggs’s anus, and Riggs hummed his answer.

“Maybe just one finger. I fucking love the way you clamp around me, Archer.” He noisily licked his finger.

There it was—that tender tone. Riggs shoved his ass against Hugh’s probing finger. As he slid it in, sure and deep, Riggs’s body clenched around the invasion. The blissful caress that tethered them in a way Riggs would never tire of. No matter how many Jacks or Damians he’d fuck, Hugh was
it
for Riggs.

Hugh withdrew his finger then filled him again. The pleasure-pain rocked Riggs on his boot heels. He ground his teeth and dreamed of getting this daily
and
nightly. Of falling asleep with his lover’s cock still in his ass and waking to morning wood and rough hands.

Plowing into him again, Hugh worked over Riggs’s neck with sharp bites. Horses mated this way, and it seemed fitting that they did too. They shared more than the ranch and a love of animals. Their dream to increase the herd and sell horses bound them.

“Enough. Just take me,” Riggs gasped.

When he pulled his finger free, Riggs’s body clenched around air. He barely had time to register the loss, though, before Hugh’s thick head pushed past the ring of muscle and filled him.

“Ffffuck,” Hugh grated out.

“Don’t go easy on me.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. With a solid thrust, he filled Riggs. Pressure crawled through his body, dark and wicked. Perfectly painful. As he began to move, the pain morphed into pleasure.

The slap of Hugh’s body against Riggs’s was music to his ears. Hugh’s balls swung forward with every jerk of his hips. Riggs grunted as he burrowed deeper.

“Sorry, Archer. I just need…”

Out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed Hugh’s holy-shit face. “Don’t hold back. I can take it.”

A smile stretched over Hugh’s rugged features, and his eyes glowed as he looked at Riggs. “Then take it. Take it, Archer.” He slammed into him harder, rocking the table slightly.

Need mounted in Riggs. Each time his lover’s cock slid over his prostate, he almost came unhinged. If Hugh stroked Riggs’s cock, he’d blow.

“I’m so fucking close.”

“Me. Too.” Riggs could barely speak around his need. He was gagging for it.

“Oh God.” Hugh’s voice trembled. His body tightened.

Then he reached around Riggs’s body and rubbed his thumb over the slit in Riggs’s cock. “Archer…”

With a roar, he came, spurting over Hugh’s hand, ass clamping. Hugh bucked like a bronco, lifting Riggs onto his toes. Liquid heat warmed his insides as Hugh unloaded.

For several seconds they moved together, riding out their releases.
Simultaneous releases.
That point was never lost on Riggs. Being in sync with someone didn’t happen every day.

Hugh’s breath sawed in Riggs’s ear as they came down together too. After a while they could speak. But Hugh couldn’t move yet—his weight still locked Riggs to the table.

“You’re always a good fuck,” Hugh said.

Riggs snorted with laughter. “Why not take it more often then?”

Hugh tensed. Finally he moved, pulling his sweaty chest off Riggs’s wet spine then freeing his cock. The emptiness Riggs felt was more from his lack of reply than the nine inches no longer filling him.

Riggs straightened and twisted to look at his partner, best friend, lover. As he stared at Riggs, that burning expression was back in Hugh’s eyes, one that held so much softness it made Riggs’s heart gallop toward a bungalow of their own.

With a cocky, bad-boy smile, Hugh disposed of his condom. “Don’t tell anyone about you and me, Archer. That’s between us.” Riggs’s name falling from his lips only provided another reason to love him.

Hugh righted his clothing and walked out of the tack room, leaving Riggs to replay their encounter in his head. This time he counted six times that Hugh had called him Archer.

Chapter Five

When Sibyll stepped out of the bungalow, she came up against a wall of flesh. “Ooomph.”

Hugh caught her before she fell back through the open door. The combination of his callused fingers on her bare upper arms and his personal musky scent threw her body into overdrive.

She peeked up at him, heart galloping. When she met his gaze, the area around her heart heated in an undeniable way. Was she falling for him? That couldn’t happen.

“Where were you going, sweetheart?” he drawled, lips too close to hers.

“To find you. You said…” She lost her thought.

Amusement crinkled his eyes. “I know I said to find me when you were ready. And whoooo, baby.” He held her at arms’ length and ticked his gaze over her from head to toe.

After the shower, she’d spent a lot of time making her hair wave just so. She’d rummaged through her suitcase, wondering why she’d brought all these dowdy clothes that were all wrong for the ranch. Not to mention they were all wrong for her. Why did she buy stuffy clothes anyway? Probably because her job lacked creativity.

She squirmed, self-conscious. Hugh dipped his head and batted her earlobe with his tongue.

“You know, I’m becoming quite fond of white shirts with buttons.” He flicked a button with his finger. Her blouse was an exact replica of yesterday’s without the sleeves. The Texas heat was going to melt her to the ground, and when packing she’d been silly enough to assume there would be A/C.

“And these…” Hugh hooked a finger in the belt loop of her jeans. They were a pair she wore around the house, old and worn. She’d rolled them to the knee today.

He didn’t touch anything but cloth, and the place where his finger tethered her to him seemed to radiate heat. A bead of sweat rolled down her nape.

She could still taste him, feel him moving in her mouth. She squeezed her eyes shut and focused on her need. In the past twenty-four hours he’d pushed her further than anyone had before. Her need escalated.

Hugh skated a finger down her jawline. “Should we head back inside?”

Without opening her eyes, she shook her head. “Not yet. I’d like to…”
Let this desire build until my body has no choice but to end with fireworks.
“Go for a walk.”

She opened her eyes to find him staring at her, a crease between his brows.

“You sure? The day’s getting hot.”

“I know. But I’d like to see more of the ranch.”

His shoulders dipped as he released tension she hadn’t realized he’d carried. “I love to play tour guide.” He waggled his brows, suddenly playful again.

Sibyll drew a deep breath. When Hugh was playful, it seemed easier to like him. While she enjoyed his seductive side, her analytical mind wouldn’t allow her to forget that he did this all the time. It was impossible not to wonder if he’d used some of these same lines on other women.

Reaching behind her, she located the doorknob and pulled it shut. Hugh backed away, and together they set off walking.

The world was so green it hurt her eyes. From the fields to a row of trees in the distance, everything was green except the buildings dotting the valley. The structures were mostly log-sided and they all had matching red steel roofs.

As they crossed the field toward a barn, she was thankful she’d thrown a pair of flip flops into her suitcase, thinking she’d need them for the shower. Soft grasses tickled her toes. Around the corner of one barn, an engine roared to life. A second later, a shirtless cowboy appeared on a lawn tractor.

She sucked in another deep breath. “Mmm. Love the smell of freshly cut grass.”

A smile tipped up one corner of Hugh’s kissable lips. “You’re a country girl at heart.”

“It would be hard to beat that out of me. Growing up, my family didn’t own a lot of land like this.” She swept a hand over the landscape. “But we had privacy and enough land where we roamed free.”

“Do you have a house?”

As she thought of her apartment, she pursed her lips. It was as much of a private oasis as she could get, but she still missed the open air instead of a five-floor hike to her apartment and the constant noise of the street.

She described her building, trying to focus on the benefits like an on-site laundry area and a pool. Hugh didn’t need to know the pool had never been in service as long as she’d lived there.

“Sounds nice,” he said.

She shot him a look. His T-shirt fit like a second skin, contoured to his muscles she now knew intimately. A flush stole over her face. To distract from her discomposure, she said, “Nice doesn’t sound very good.”

He tipped his head with what appeared to be embarrassment. “Don’t take it the wrong way. It doesn’t sound a lot different from where I grew up.”

She slowed her pace and glanced at the peaceful setting. “You didn’t grow up on a ranch like this?”

“Oh don’t get me wrong. I’m a Texan. But I grew up on the road.” He walked slower yet but didn’t continue with his reply.

She didn’t know him well enough to prod for more information, so remained silent, bare toes scuffing in the grass.

After a few more steps Hugh grabbed her waist and whirled her against the barn. Trapping her with his big body, he leaned close. Sibyll’s pussy clenched at his nearness. At some point, she’d let down her guard enough to not shake when he touched her this way. When had that happened?
Probably when I swallowed his come.

“When it comes to men you won’t ask questions. Is that right?” His voice sounded tight.

She stole a glance at his face and saw only rugged beauty and dancing eyes. Breathless, she tried to formulate some reply that didn’t comprise of
ooh, ahh, please give me more of that.

“See that silo over there?” He twitched his head to the right.

She followed his gesture. “What about it? What’s inside?”

That twist of a smile gracing his features fled, and his gaze grew more intense. “You’ll ask about certain things. See? You want to ask about my childhood, but you won’t. Do you think I won’t tell you?”

“No,” she said slowly. “But it’s not my business.”

He grabbed her wrist and boldly pressed her hand against his cock. “Is this your business?” The stiff length seemed to surge against her palm. A ragged sigh left her. In a flash, he closed the gap between them, pressing her against the barn wall so hard splinters dug into her spine. His body molded to hers, and when he drew a breath, she felt it move through his whole torso.

“I’m paying for it to be.” Her face burned.

Hugh dropped his head by degrees until their lips nearly touched. “No, you’re paying to experience this beautiful ranch. I’m here of my own free will.” His breath caressed her skin, and his eyes burned. “My parents took care of horses. We traveled from ranch to ranch in an RV. Sibyll, you’re bolder in the bedroom than you think. Don’t be afraid to take what you want.” His eyes dilated. “What you
need.
”

When he brushed his lips over hers, strong desire gripped her. She moaned, opening to the invasion of his tongue. Hugh answered with a primal growl that turned her knees to jelly. She sagged, and if he didn’t have her pinned, she would have sunk to the turf.

Hugh pushed his cock against the V of her legs. The pressure in her core built. Why hadn’t he taken her yet? He’d kissed, licked, nipped and finger-fucked her but hadn’t offered to slide inside her.

A frustrated groan sounded in her throat.

Tearing his mouth away, he stared at her, panting hard. “Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”

Could she? She rubbed against him, and he took her movement to mean something else. He opened her jeans and eased his fingers into her panties. The first stroke of rough fingers against her sensitive clit rocketed her upward.

Her head fell back, and Hugh cupped it. Anyone could come around that corner and see them. Tractor-driving Cowboy might buzz past any moment.

That means I need to get off fast.

Instead of the time restraint tamping down her desire, it increased it. She rocked into Hugh’s hand.