Mossy Glenn Ranch 3 -Saddles and Memories (16 page)

“That might be a long, long time, sugar.”

Andy snapped his gaze to Salt’s upon hearing the endearment. “Sugar?” The way Salt had said it, so softly, yet full of affection… “I like that.”

Salt beamed at him. “Good, thought you were going to object there for a second.”

“Never.” Andy tossed the lube onto the bed then bent to kiss Salt. At the same time, he got up onto the bed as well, manoeuvring himself over Salt.

The kiss was gentle, telling, laying both of them bare. They were in it together, the relationship, and the promises spoken and implied therein.

Salt cradled his nape, and Andy touched Salt’s cheek, his neck, his shoulders. He wanted to feel every bit of his lover’s body, learn every tiny spot that elicited pleasure.

Salt wiggled beneath him. Andy lowered his hips, wedging his cock against Salt’s balls and ass. He rocked there, his tip nudging Salt’s hole as they kissed. Salt wrapped his legs around Andy’s hips. He pulled up into each gentle thrust, and before long, the need between them brought the kiss to an end as they each gasped and moaned.

Andy just had to rock into that warm embrace a few more times, then he felt around for the lube. He locked gazes with Salt. “I want you, so bad.”

“You got me.” Salt let his legs drop open again before he caught each one behind the knee and pulled them to his shoulders. “Come on. Show me what making love is.”

Twin dots of deep red appeared on Salt’s cheeks. Andy wasn’t the only one shy about expressing his thoughts and needs. It was nice that they would learn to do so together.

Andy pushed up to his knees and opened the lube. He darted glances between his fingers and Salt’s intense stare as he began stretching Salt’s pucker with two fingers.

“More,” Salt demanded after a few thrusts. “Give me more, sugar.”

“I’ll give you anything you want when you use that voice to ask,” Andy informed Salt. There was never a sexier sound than that lust-thickened tone.

Salt moaned and his eyelids slid shut as Andy inserted a third finger into that tight opening. He had to bite back a whimper as he imagined his dick pushing in there. He caressed Salt’s gland, delighted when it caused a bead of pre-cum to drip from his slit.

“Don’t tease,” Salt grumped. “Just get me ready and put your cock where we both want it.”

“Patience,” Andy murmured.

Salt opened one eye. “Patience ain’t happening. I’m gonna come like a geyser here shortly, and I’d rather do that with your dick in me than with your fingers.”

“Well, as that’s what I want, too…” Andy pulled his fingers free and slicked up his shaft. Salt pulled his legs up a little more, offering his stretched hole. “Beautiful.”

Salt snorted. “I don’t know about that—oh.” He broke off on a long moan as Andy nudged his cock head against the slicked skin. “More of that, please.”

Andy made sure he had his dick lined up right, then he dropped down onto his elbows over Salt as he began pushing into the tightest, hottest grip he’d ever experienced. Andy was aware part of the difference was emotional. Probably a huge part.

Salt released his legs as Andy sank his cock in deeper. Salt’s blissful expression would forever be etched in Andy’s mind. Parted lips, slack mouth, eyes all but closed and soft, wanton sounds—Salt was the image of ecstasy.

Andy lowered himself more and kissed those parted lips, slipping his tongue right on in and laying claim to Salt’s mouth. Salt clutched at his arms, sucking on his tongue a moment later when Andy thrust in the last few inches.

Salt rolled his head aside and a low, guttural sound spilled from his lips. Andy held still until Salt turned his head again and peered up at him. There were no words to be said, none Andy could think of as he began a slow, grinding movement of his hips.

The gripping heat around his cock was exquisite. Those inner walls rippled and worked his length with each drive in. They tried to hold his shaft in place as he withdrew, and—
Oh God, it’s so fucking perfect. He’s perfect, for me.

Andy struggled to keep his eyes open as he filled Salt again and again. Salt watched him through narrowly slitted lids, the gleam of his dark eyes barely discernible. Andy took kisses when he could, losing himself in the feel and taste of his lover.

The rhythmic spasming of Salt’s inner walls increased in speed and intensity. Andy shuddered as he began to drive in faster, harder. He nipped at Salt’s lips, then his jaw. Salt moved like a dancer beneath him, an erotic fantasy come to life.

Andy had to have more, had to have everything Salt would give him. Shouting, he slammed into Salt, driving him across the mattress with each jarring thrust. Salt matched him in fierceness, bellowing and curling his fingers against Andy’s skin, scoring him with blunt fingernails.

It drove Andy to reach for more. He crushed his mouth to Salt’s and lost some of his rhythm for a moment. Salt keened and Andy leaned up, working harder, wanting in so deep that Salt could never be free of him.

Salt shoved a hand between them, his knuckles rubbing Andy’s belly. Friction there told him exactly what Salt was doing, and Andy wished he could see everything, every part of Salt.

But his vision hazed as his balls drew tight. “Salt,” he got out.

“Yeah.” Salt arched his neck, his entire body going tight but no part as tight as the heat gripping Andy’s dick. Salt bucked as cum shot from his cock. Andy could smell it, that musky scent of spunk, and combined with the feel of those inner walls around his shaft, it pulled his climax right out of him.

He shoved in once, twice, then hammered his hips against Salt’s ass in short thrusts as he pumped his release into Salt. Every jet of seed felt like it burst forth from the deepest part of him, turning him inside out with a rapturous feeling.

When he finally finished coming, Andy could hardly hold himself up. Then he didn’t have to, because Salt was pulling him down.

“Come here,” Salt grumbled. “Rest. Stay in there.”

Andy almost laughed at that, but he knew what Salt meant. He didn’t want their connection to end either. So he gingerly lowered himself on top of Salt, and revelled in being held by his lover.

Chapter Thirteen

That tickles.
Salt cracked open one eye and his sleep-befuddled brain wondered what in the hell was making his ass itch. After a few seconds, some things became very clear. Namely, that Andy was asleep and lying halfway on him, and that was Andy’s cum trickling out his hole making Salt want to squirm and scratch.

“Be still, pillow,” Andy groused when Salt tried to get a hand to his backside. He kind of wanted to just feel that for himself…with something other than his twitchy hole.

“Your spunk’s leaking out and making me wiggle,” he told Andy.

Andy raised his head and blinked slowly. “Huh?”

Oh, hell, the man was adorable with his hair sticking up every which way and that totally confused expression on.

“You came in my ass, and it’s coming back out now,” Salt explained slowly. “Do you have any idea how that feels? Like spiders—”

Andy shoved himself up to an uncomfortable-looking sitting position as he waved his hands in front of Salt. “No, stop! Comparing my cum to spiders is wrong on more levels than I can even comprehend!”

Salt snickered. He guessed that was kind of…wrong. “Well, it tickles and I was trying to take care of that.”

Andy arched an eyebrow. “I could take care of that?”

Salt tried to figure out what the catch was, because there was something sneaky in Andy’s expression. “You’re going to get me a wash cloth?”

Andy shook his head. “Oh no, baby. You just roll over and leave it all to me.”

Salt froze for a second, catching on finally. Then he rolled over so fast and put his ass up in the air that he couldn’t have been more than a blur.

Andy’s laughter came right before Andy’s hands spreading his cheeks. “Looks amazing, Salt. Like me and you.” Then Andy licked and Salt’s brain plumb shorted out. “Mm, got to do this every chance I get.”

Salt couldn’t articulate how much he agreed with that idea. Not when Andy was rimming him and cleaning his own cum off and out of Salt.

By the time Andy was done, Salt’s cock was hard and he was close enough that when Andy flipped him over and immediately sucked Salt’s glans into his mouth, Salt didn’t even last beyond the first flick of tongue. His balls ached with the force of his release. It’d been years since Salt had come so many times in one day.

“Now I have us both in me,” Andy said when he sat up. His cock was erect, and Salt was trying to find the energy to reach for it when Andy’s phone blared an obnoxious tune. “Fuck you, Brandt.”

“That’s your brother?” Salt asked, waking up a bit more and debating whether or not to dive for the phone.

“It is, and I already turned everything in I need to. He knows I’m taking the weekend off, so he can just find someone else to bitch at.” Andy licked his lips. “I have plans for you, man.”

Salt propped himself up on his elbows. He hated to bring it up, but… “What if he’s calling for something important? Maybe something to do with Ty?”

Andy shook his head, sadness flitting across his features. “No. He wouldn’t tell me, because that would imply he thought I had a right to know. I only found out about Ty breaking his arm last year because one of Brandt and Mary’s kids told me.”

“Your nieces or nephews?” Salt prodded.

Andy huffed and glared at the phone. “No. I mean, I would love for them to be, but Brandt and Mary have told them we aren’t related. They’ll figure it out someday, maybe.”

“That’s really fucked up, Andy. How’d that work when Brandt was playing nice?”

“His kids were always doing something,” Andy explained. “Sports, music lessons, avoidance training…”

Salt snorted. “Yeah I think maybe it might be best if I never met—” Andy’s phone started up again. “Brandt.”

“Wish I hadn’t ever met him.” Andy grabbed his phone and silenced it somehow, Salt couldn’t tell what he’d done. Andy set the phone back on the night stand. “There. Now he can just—”

Andy went still, eerily so as he stared at the phone. Salt bolted up and sat beside him. “What? What’s wrong?”

“It’s a trick.” Andy picked the phone up again. “Brandt’s fucking with me.”

“Can I see?” Salt held out his hand.

Andy put his phone in it after tapping the screen and bringing up a text message. “He says Ty is missing. Why would he even tell me if that was true? He’s fucking with me.”

The phone began to ring, no tone to it, but the name and number coming up on the screen. “What if he’s not?”

Andy took the phone. “I think he is but—” He answered the call. “Ty is not missing. You’re just fucking with me because—” Andy shut his mouth and paled.

Salt couldn’t hear what Brandt was saying, but Andy’s lips thinned down to invisible and he began to shake.

“You’re full of shit! I said he’s not missing because you’re lying to me, not because he’s with me!” Andy snapped. “I’m in Montana with my boyfriend, and only my boyfriend. Ty isn’t here and never has been.” Andy took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “Now listen closely to me. This isn’t funny. It’s not a show of your power over me. It’s sick, and I will have a lawyer so far up your ass tomorrow you can French-kiss him. I’ve had enough of this shit from you.”

Andy looked shocked, and Salt could only guess it was at his own words since he was still blasting Brandt. From what Salt had gathered, and what Andy had said, he’d given up on ever having any place in Ty’s life.

But it sure sounded like something had broken in Andy and let loose a lion. He roared more than once at his brother before telling him, “I’ll be knocking at your door in a few hours. You’d better answer. And call the police.” Andy listened then growled before uttering in a fierce tone, “I don’t
care
how it makes you look to them or anyone else, and neither should you. Ty and Ty alone should be your only concern.”

Whatever Brandt said to that infuriated Andy. Anger shuttered his features as he hung up the phone. His face was flushed and there was tic having a wild time beneath his jaw.

“I have to go. I’m sorry but—”

Salt cut Andy off with a grunt and a gesture. “Don’t be sorry. Someone has to care about your nephew, and it doesn’t sound like Brandt is gonna be that someone.”

Andy ground his teeth, the sound of it making the fine hairs on Salt’s nape quiver. “You know what he said before I hung up on him?”

Salt shook his head. “No.”

“He said Ty was more trouble than he was worth, even with the stocks.” Andy stood up, his hands fisted. “If anything happens to Ty, Brandt will try to claim his share of the company.”

Standing, Salt asked a question he didn’t want to even think possible. “Would he do something to get Ty out of the way?”

Andy jerked his head up, his complexion draining of almost all colour. “No,” he whispered. “He wouldn’t. I don’t think he would. I don’t know.” Andy shook his head. “No, even Brandt isn’t that big of a scumbag. More than likely, he and Ty argued about something. Ty’s been through hell with his daddy dying and me disappearing out of his life, even though I wanted to see him. I was stupid for handing him over.”

“Did you sign papers?” Salt prodded. “Or did Destry leave a will asking that you raise Ty?”

“He asked that Brandt and I do what was best for Ty, always,” Andy said. “I think Brandt had been working him, too, and Destry wanted to believe Brandt had changed. Needed to believe it. There wasn’t a specific appointment for guardianship. And yeah, I signed something, but Brandt never gave me a copy. Every time I ask him about it, he refuses to tell me. I should have gotten a lawyer, I know, but I’d hoped that Ty was happy with him.”

There wasn’t much to say to that. Salt knew Andy was kicking himself for being so gullible, and Salt couldn’t tell him he hadn’t been. He could point out that Brandt was a manipulative asshole, but Andy knew that too.

“You should get a lawyer, as soon as possible,” he suggested after a moment. “See what your rights are, and if Brandt can keep you from Ty like he’s been doing. Maybe even get some kind of in-home study done to see if Ty’s being treated right and if he’s happy.”