Colorado Fire - Colorado Heart 2 (7 page)

His phone beeped, signaling an incoming message. "Grant just texted. He's in Denver. I guess that means he'll be home soon. Said we should go to bed—that we'll talk in the morning."

"Probably wise."

Roger stood and turned back to him, lifting a brow. "You coming?"

"Yeah. I have something I need to do."

He followed Roger in, tossing his bottle into the recycle bin before walking to Zander's room. Two beers wasn't enough to have him drunk, but he was pleasantly buzzed and feeling good. He placed his hand on the doorknob and turned it, cracking open the door just a bit. Silently, he stepped in, allowing the door to shut behind him. Zander had already fallen asleep, one leg was out of the covers, the other tucked beneath the white folds. The man hadn't closed his blinds fully and moonlight spilled in, shining on the sweet curve of Zander's ass.

Marshal pulled off his shirt then unbuttoned his jeans, shoving them to the ground. When he tugged his underwear waistband out, his dick wasn't held in place any longer and stood straight up, pointing to his bellybutton. After ditching all of his clothes, Marshal stroked his cock, wondering how angry Zander would be if he slipped in while he was still asleep.

The lube sat beside Zander's bed and he grabbed the tube, slicking up. He wondered if Zander had jacked off before falling asleep. Marshal lowered slowly to the mattress and ran his nose along Zander's spine, loving the way the man smelled. The masculine scent was too much, and he needed a taste so he licked Zander's neck, eliciting a moan from his man.

"Zander, I want you."

"Marsh?"

"Yeah, babe, you awake enough for me?"

"What are you doing?"

Marshal lined up his dick, sliding between Zander's ass cheeks. The pucker was tight and it took a few swipes of his dick against the bud to relax his man. He felt the difference but didn't slip in.

"Let me have you." Marshal begged as he brushed his cock over Zander's opening.

"Oh hell, so good." Zander whispered and pushed back, allowing Marshal's slicked up rod to slide in. "Fuck...so hard."

Marshal gasped, the heat so intense he almost couldn't breathe. "I needed you." Marshal pushed forward a bit more, his dick slipping deeper into the hot channel. Zander was quiet, his body still. "You okay with this?" Marshal didn't push forward though he wanted to.

"More, please give me more." Zander pushed back, taking in more of Marshal.

He kissed Zander's neck, licking at his earlobe. "You are so hot. I can't keep my hands off you." Marshal rocked his hips forward then pulled back.

"Harder."

Marshal lifted a bit, changing his angle. He wrapped one arm around Zander's chest, holding him close as he slowly pumped his hips, working into Zander. "You like that?"

"God, yes."

Zander's enthusiasm ramped up his need, and he pulled back quickly before slamming in again. The air whooshed out of Zander. For a moment, he thought he'd hurt the man, but Zander lifted his hips, taking Marshal in again. Sweat dripped down the side of his face and pooled in the small of his back. His body tingled and he wasn't going to last long. Being inside of Zander was more exciting than he thought it could ever be. His brain fuzzed as he pumped.

"Zander, fuck—I'm going..."

His rhythm failed as Zander's ass squeezed around his dick. There was no way he was going to last another minute. He came, shooting his load into Zander's ass. The intensity of Zander's orgasm was almost too much as his channel squeezed around Marshal's dick, trapping him in place.

When Marshal could move again, he slid out, gasping at the exit. "That was amazing."

Zander pushed him off then climbed on top of Marshal, reaching over to flip on the light. He lowered and licked at Marshal's lips before pulling back, his lips turning down in a frown. "Please tell me you're not drunk."

"No, just buzzed enough to lose the fear of fucking you. I'm not smashed and I will remember all of this in the morning."

Zander sank down on top of him, snuggling close. His come leaked out of Zander and onto his leg. Pride filled him as he grasped Zander's butt cheek, squeezing hard.

"Good, because I'd hate for you to forget the best sex of my life."

"Best?" The word echoed in Marshal's head and he couldn’t help but smile to himself.

"Yeah, that was amazing. Waking with you ready for me, pressing at my opening, hell, I was so turned on."

He sighed and squeezed Zander tighter. "I'm still scared."

"It's okay. We can take things slow. Come on, shower with me then we can sleep."

"You don't think anyone will think it's weird that we're in bed together?"

"Marsh, no one is going to know. And if they do, who gives a shit." Zander cut his gaze to Marshal's before sighing. "I know you do, and I won't say anything to the group, but you have to realize they're going to figure it out soon enough."

"I know, I just need some time to make sure I've got it together. It's just different to me, not that I'm not proud of what we have, but I've never been with a guy like this and I'm nervous."

Zander laughed and pulled him up, dragging him to the bathroom. "It's okay. But we need to shower, we can talk about this later."

*~*~*

Roger went to his room, took a quick shower before pulling on a T-shirt and shorts. He had no intention of lying down in his bed. It was wrong, but he was going to wait for Grant in his room. His thoughts flipped from going to the kitchen to wait for Grant to ignoring him until morning. The hug they'd shared before Grant had left for England had meant something.

He switched on the light in Grant's room seeing that the bed was perfectly made, nothing out of place. When he'd come here, he'd been surprised how much these guys trusted each other. Doors without locks, rooms left open for anyone to go into. Of course the vetting process to get on the ranch was lengthy and those chosen were selected with care. That Craig had been accepted and lived here while he was double-crossing them was surprising. He wondered if Craig turning on them would change the way they operated.

Roger looked at the chair then the bed and thought about sitting in the chair, but he was exhausted. The liberties he was taking kept piling up, but he couldn't stop himself. With the light flipped off, he shuffled to the bed and dropped to the mattress. After a few minutes he rolled to his side, snuggling the pillow under his head. The air conditioner turned on and chilled him. He was already on Grant's bed, and decided he might as well do it right, so he pulled the covers from under him, drawing the sheets across his legs and torso.

Guilt ate away, twisting in his gut, leaving him with a burning sensation in his stomach. He was about to get up when he heard voices. He didn't want to be caught coming out of Grant's room so he stayed where he was, hoping he could leave in a bit.

The comfortable mattress and pillow did him in as he thought about the ranch and his new life. Memories of him and Hayden together swirled through his dreams as he drifted off. He woke confused and a bit upset because of the dreams he'd had. The sound of water running in the sink brought him to sitting position then he remembered that he was in Grant's room, in his bed. His face heated but he didn't have enough time to recover before Grant was standing in the doorway, his body lit from behind. Roger stared and saw that Grant's shirt was off.

"Sorry." Roger crawled from under the covers and tried to stand but Grant stalked over, and pushed him back onto the mattress.

"Don't move." Grant crawled onto the bed, straddling Roger's body, hanging over him. The light from the bathroom was enough so he could see the hollow look in Grant's eyes.

"I didn't expect to find a man in my bed when I came home. I've had a shitty week and if you weren't a partner here on the ranch, I'd fuck your ass raw, taking my anger out on you."

Roger shivered and his dick twitched. Grant lifted an eyebrow and sneered.

"Maybe you want me to give you a rough fuck. You lost someone recently, too. Let me guess, you haven't been with anyone. Well neither have I. Add to it the fact that I don't have much patience right now."

Words of apology died on Roger's lips. He lifted his hand, skimming it over Grant's side down to his hip. They stayed like that for a long moment, their breaths mingling as Roger's body heated. Finally, Grant rolled off him and to his back, throwing his arm over his eyes.

Roger didn't reach down to palm his now hard dick, instead he focused on Grant, trying to think of something to say. "What did you find out?"

"That I'm a total idiot."

Roger took a chance and moved closer, placing his head on Grant's shoulder and his hand on the man's chest. Grant blew out a ragged breath then put his arm around Roger's back, playing with his shirt. The silence stretched on and grew comfortable instead of stilted.

"Why were you in here?" Grant asked.

The answer was too complicated and twisted to give. "I wanted to see you before morning."

Grant ran his hand over Roger's hip then back up to his waist. "When I walked in and saw you asleep in my bed, your body relaxed as you warmed my sheets, I realized a few things."

"Like what?"

"I was an idiot where Craig was concerned."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I think he had everyone fooled."

Grant reached across his body with his other hand, placing it on Roger's chest. "I also realized I like having a man in my bed."

Roger's cock had deflated a bit while he ignored the desire pulsing through him, but Grant's words made him stiff again. His cock lengthened against Grant's leg. He was in dangerous territory, playing with fire as he and Grant toyed with each other. The next thing that happened shocked Roger. Grant dropped his hold and moved away from him, putting distance between them.

"I also realized that as much as I want a man in my bed, I can't do this right now."

The rejection stung. He swung his feet over the side of the bed and sat up, bracing his hands on the mattress, ready to stand. Grant placed his hand on Roger's arm, holding him in place. He wanted to lash out, to cause Grant the same pain he was going through. Roger blew out a breath before looking over his shoulder to Grant. They locked gazes and he knew it wasn't over between them. Before Grant could say no, Roger lowered and brushed his lips over Grant's then stood, moving quickly to the door.

"Hey." Grant's voice stopped Roger from opening the door. He turned slowly and leaned against the wall, his heart hammering as he waited for Grant to speak. Grant didn't utter one word as he stood from the bed and came over to Roger. Before, he hadn't noticed that Grant only wore boxers, now he couldn’t take his eyes off the spot where the waistband met his flesh, his hard cock straining against the material. "The next time I come home from a mission..." Grant lifted his hand and smoothed his thumb over Roger's lips.

"Yeah," Roger whispered.

"You can be in my bed. I may or may not wake you though."

Roger swayed toward Grant, his breath caught in his throat. For a second he thought they were going to kiss then Grant stepped away from him and one side of his mouth curved up in a half smile.

"Now go on, we both need our beauty sleep."

He wanted to protest, wanted to tell Grant he was a big boy and could handle a bout of rough and tumble sex, but they would be working together for a long time. He was thrilled since Grant hadn't cut off all possibilities of them getting together, just not right now.

It was crazy and he should stop seeking the guy out, but Grant tempted him like Hayden had when they fist got together. Late at night, when he was about to drift off, he thought about Grant. Now he had the sweet slide of their lips to think about. That memory would give him mileage for a long time.

Chapter Six

Grant fell back on his bed and closed his eyes. "Fuck." He palmed his cock then pulled his hand away. He sure as hell wasn't going to jerk off right now. Roger twisted him up and made him want things. What he'd learned about Craig made it impossible to have any of those things he desired. Like a man to hold him tight at night and take away the fear when things got too intense. He gritted his teeth, trying to suppress his self-disgust, secreting his darkness deep inside so the others couldn't see it.

Duff wanted a full report in the morning. Going off like he had, without backup or support, wasn't smart, but he needed to find Craig. Now it was likely they'd never find him after Grant gave them away.

He didn't sleep much and wished he'd let Roger stay the night. At least he would have been able to burn off some energy. The thought of being with Roger made his dick twitch. He stiffened and shook off the desire. Starting another affair with a guy in the house would be disastrous. Duff had delayed their meeting this morning. He'd eventually have to tell the guys everything, but Duff felt they needed time to cool off before they met. Anger wouldn't help them find Craig and he wasn't a pressing issue.

After taking a cold shower, he dressed in jeans and a plaid work shirt. He pulled his boots out of the closet and stuffed a pair of socks in the top. With bare feet Grant padded to the kitchen and placed his boots by the back door. It was barely five in the morning and he bet the guys were still asleep. He started the coffeemaker and pulled out a mug.

"Would you get me one?" Roger stepped into the kitchen looking bleary-eyed.

"Didn't sleep well?"

"No, my mind kept straying."

"To what?"

Roger glanced down the hall then back to Grant. "Anyone else awake?"

"Not that I know."

"You know what I was thinking about. Don't make me say it out loud."

Grant set an extra mug down on the counter beside his, keeping his back turned to the man. He would need to address this desire soon or they'd both implode. Telling Roger to stay away wouldn’t work either because he wanted the man close. The way Roger looked at him fed Grant's ego. He also liked the guy, and he was sexy as hell. His dark brown eyes were so full of heat and emotion that Grant had trouble not looking at him.