Easton [Belt Buckle Ranch 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (12 page)

The rhythm Trent set was strong and determined. His strong hand placed spanks over every inch of his ass and the backs of his thighs. He wanted to beg and plead. He needed more. He wanted to come.

“Please,” he moaned, and the rhythm changed, becoming impossibly faster. He was getting closer, his climax within reach.

Easton started moving against Trent’s thigh, his cock rubbing against the man’s jeans over and over again. Another spank landed, and Easton cried out. He jerked against Trent’s leg as he came, shouting out the man’s name.

The only sound that could be heard in the room was Easton’s ragged breathing. He went limp across Trent’s lap. His ass was on fire, but he wouldn’t want it any other way. How strange was is that he felt loved from a spanking?

A gentle hand glided over Easton’s ass. “You’re so beautiful, baby. I’ve missed you so much. I’ve missed seeing my marks on your soft skin.”

Easton cleared his throat, swallowing down the emotion that bubbled to the surface. “I missed you, too.”

“We’re going to make this relationship work. I know that I can be hard headed at times, but I promise that I will never reject you or hurt you again. I’ll be a good husband.”

Easton sucked in a surprised breath. “Husband?”

“I’m going to marry you, Easton,” he declared. “Let me help you move off my lap. Be careful of your arm. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” Trent gently helped Easton by lowering his legs to the ground.

When his knees touched the carpet, Easton peered up at his handsome cowboy. “Make love to me.”

Trent smiled. Standing up, Easton gave him some space as he started stripping off his clothing. “We don’t have long. The combination bachelor party for Robbie and Cody is tonight.”

“I guess I missed quite a bit while I was gone,” Easton said as he stood up and stared openly at Trent’s naked body.

“Don’t worry, love. You know all the important stuff. And I’ll fill you in on the rest later.”

Trent inspected Easton’s broken arm and nose. The young man was still wearing a white bandage over the bridge of his nose and there were streaks of black under his eyes. It didn’t take away from the cowboy’s good looks, though. If anything, it made his soft young man appear a little tougher. Walking to the side of the bed, Trent pulled open the drawer and grabbed a bottle of lube before climbing on the bed and lying on his back.

“Come here, baby,” he said, and Easton followed his orders.

Easton crawled onto the bed, coming down on top of Trent’s prone form, straddling his hips. The young man’s hot flesh touched his and Trent automatically groaned, happy to have Easton back in his arms once more. Wrapping both arms around him, Trent flicked open the bottle of lube, wetting his fingers. The sound alone seemed to spur Easton on. He moaned, rocking his hips, moving his cock up and down Trent’s abdomen.

Trent lubed Easton’s hole before slowly applying pressure and breaching him. Moist, tight heat surrounded his finger and he moaned just thinking about his cock being buried inside Easton’s welcoming body. Easton panted as he moved his hips, fucking himself on Trent’s finger, proving that he was ready for more. Slipping another digit inside Easton’s ass, his scissored his fingers, stretching the young man.

With one hand busy, Trent moved his other hand over Easton’s hip, up his back, and finally gripped the back of the man’s neck. Pulling him down, Trent connected their lips in another earth-shattering kiss. Trent couldn’t wait another second. He needed to reclaim Easton once more. It had been far too long since he’d been inside his cowboy. Disconnecting their lips, he stared into Easton’s soft brown eyes.

“What position would be comfortable for your arm? Do you want to lie on your side or would you prefer to ride, cowboy?”

Easton’s eyes lit up. “Ride.”

Lifting himself up using his strong thighs, Easton gripped Trent’s shaft with his good hand and slowly sank onto Trent’s erection. His eyes rolled back as Easton’s ass swallowed him whole. Reaching out, Trent cupped Easton’s ass cheeks, holding the man still, and took a few deep breaths. He didn’t want this to end before it even began. Finally, after almost a full minute, he allowed Easton to move freely. The young man moved back and forth, swiveling his hips as he started to ride Trent’s dick.

“Fuck,” he breathed out. “Damn, baby, you feel so fuckin’ good. I could live inside your ass.”

Easton’s slow rhythm was driving him crazy.

He needed to pound inside the man’s ass, hard and fast. He needed the reminder that his lover was finally home. Careful of Easton’s arm, Trent wrapped a hand around the man’s waist and turned them over, placing Easton on his back.

“Sorry, baby, you can ride me later. I need…” He couldn’t even finish his sentence as Easton grinned up at him, holding up his legs.

Leaning back, he gripped Easton’s hips and quickened the pace. Trent thrust forward, sinking his length in deep before pulling back. He looked down and watched his cock disappear and shuddered. It was a beautiful sight. Losing himself in the moment, Trent pumped his hips. He grabbed Easton’s legs, adjusting his angle, and managed to drive even deeper…faster…harder. He set a punishing rhythm, pegging the man’s prostate on each stroke.

“Trent! Fuck! I’m gonna…so close…”

Trent kept moving, faster and faster, until Easton howled out his name. “Oh, fuck!” he shouted, his body bucking and shaking as his inner muscles tightened and his cock shot out jets of cum, hitting Trent’s chest.

Trent covered Easton’s body as his orgasm barreled through him. He buried himself to the hilt, shooting his seed deep into Easton’s ass. The orgasm lasted forever, as spurt after spurt shot from the end of his cock. Toes curling, body tingling, Trent wrapped Easton in his arms and held the man close. This was it. He finally had Easton in his bed.

“Will you marry me?” Trent whispered into Easton’s ear. Closing his eyes, he held his breath. He’d never felt more vulnerable or exposed in his life.

“Yes,” Easton whispered back, and Trent pulled his lower lip into his mouth to refrain from shouting out with joy.

Smiling, he lifted his head and captured Easton’s lips. A rush of excitement shot through him and Trent pulled away from Easton. He climbed off the bed and grabbed the small box off the side table. Opening the lid, he sat on the edge of the bed and lifted out the silver ring. He held up the band and Easton slowly sat up. He held out his left hand and Trent put the ring on his finger.

“I’ll spend the rest of my life making you happy, I promise. I will love you forever.”

“I love you, too.”

* * * *

They arrived at Marilyn’s later than expected. Easton couldn’t help it. He didn’t want to leave Trent’s bed, not after the proposal. Hours later, on the drive over to the bar, he called his grandmother and shared the good news. She accepted some of the credit, since she’d been the one to encourage Trent to move him in and open his life.

Easton couldn’t wipe the smile off his face as Trent ushered him inside of Marilyn’s. The man kept his arm tightly wrapped around Easton’s waist as they made their way through the bar to where his brothers were sitting.

“Well, it looks like things went well.” Oliver winked as he stood up, offering his seat.

Trent sat down, pulling Easton onto his lap and said, “Things went very well.” Easton lifted his left hand and twirled the silver band around with his thumb.

“I guess congratulations are in order.” Oliver grinned, gripping his shoulder in support. “I’ll go to the bar and get another round. Is beer all right?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

Shifting around on Trent’s lap, Easton made himself comfortable. With his right arm around Trent’s shoulders, he stared down at his left hand, still surprised to find the ring on his finger. He wondered if he’d ever get used to the idea that he would be marrying Trent Weston. He’d been fantasizing about the guy since laying eyes on him inside his father’s office, now they were going to get married.

“What are you thinking, baby?” Trent whispered against his ear and Easton smiled.

He shifted slightly so that he could look at his lover’s eyes. “If we get married, do you want me to change my name? Because, I just realized that I would be Easton Weston.”

At that, Trent tossed back his head and laughed. It didn’t take long before everyone joined in, murmuring his future name,
Easton Weston.
He’d never connected the names before, not until just this moment.

“Oh, my God.” Trent wiped the tears from his face. “I don’t think that would work real well. Maybe we could hyphenate the name, Easton Baker-Weston? That doesn’t sound too bad.”

“I don’t know.” Easton shook his head. “We can talk about it later.”

Everyone was still laughing when Oliver joined them. He set a serving tray of beers on the table before glaring at Robbie. The look sobered Easton’s mood in seconds.

“Why did you invite the cop?” Oliver asked, his nose flaring, showing his obvious frustration at seeing Sheriff Hank Ramsey walk into the bar.

“Because he didn’t press charges against you and he seems like a nice guy.” Robbie shrugged and Easton hid his smile as he looked over toward the door where the good Sheriff was standing.

“Wow,” Easton muttered. “He looks good when he’s not wearing the tan and brown uniform.” All eyes turned on him as Trent and Oliver growled at the same time. “What? It’s true. Look at him. Not bad, not bad at all.”

“You’re going to get it when we get home, baby.” The threat sent a rush of excitement through Easton and his cock hardened, pushing painfully against his zipper. Damn, now he was looking forward to going home.

“I know what you’re doing,” Oliver said, smirking. “Don’t even think about opening the lines of communication,” he put in air quotes, reminding Easton of the awkward phone incident between Jacob and Jared. “The cop and I have said enough already. Got it?”

“Okay.” He raised both hands in surrender.

He’d gotten involved in Jared’s relationship and learned his lesson. He wasn’t about to try to hook Oliver up with Hank. Although, he paused for a moment wondering if he should lend a helping hand, but quickly shook his head. Hell no. He was staying far away from Oliver’s personal life.

“Here, sweetheart.” Trent leaned forward and grabbed a cold beer, handing it off to Easton. “Let’s have a beer before I take you home and tie you to the bed. I hope your ass isn’t too sore from earlier because I plan on spanking it again.”

“Hey, man.” Oliver made a face of disgust. “We don’t want to hear about the kinky shit you do to our baby brother.” Just hearing Oliver refer to him as their baby brother touched Easton’s heart. He knew they were all getting along real well, but still, it made him feel as if his place in the family was important. “It’s bad enough that I have to listen to Cody and Robbie every damn night,” he muttered, rolling his eyes heavenward.

Easton couldn’t help himself. Placing the beer on the table, he stood up and pulled Oliver into a tight embrace. “Thank you for calling me brother.”

“Well, it’s true.” He patted Easton’s back.

“I know, but I like hearing it.”

“To brothers!” Jackson shouted, and Oliver looked over his shoulder as he lifted his beer.

They all grabbed a bottle and clanked the glass together over the large table. Easton grinned as he took a sip and looked around at the familiar faces that had come to mean so much to him. This was his family, minus his grandmother,
of course. He’d come to Colorado searching for a father and instead, he was blessed with four brothers and a future husband.

Life was good and the future was looking bright.

THE END

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