Mossy Glenn Ranch 3 -Saddles and Memories (7 page)

But Salt was going to be keeping a closer eye on him from now on.

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It was odd, how comfortable he felt there with the Mossy Glenn crew. Andy hadn’t expected it, but it was almost like having a second home. He was teased by the folks there almost as much as he was by his brothers. Andy liked it.

He liked it enough that he didn’t leave after lunch, but let Will give him a tour of the buildings nearby, then Carlos took him out to see some of the land. Andy’s ass and thighs were going to regret him riding horseback for the first time in years, but the rest of him enjoyed the hell out of it, and Carlos was surprisingly good company.

At least, that was Andy’s opinion until they pulled their mounts up under a gorgeous shade tree. Across a pasture, Andy could see a couple of riders herding horses for reasons unbeknownst to him. It didn’t matter, because one of those figures was tall and lean, sitting proud in the saddle. Andy’s pulse danced and he actually had to press a hand to his chest when his heart fluttered madly.

He’d forgotten that Carlos was even there while Andy had been staring at Salt. Then Carlos spoke and pulled Andy right out of his lusty daze.

“He’s a good man,” Carlos rumbled. “Reminds me of a nicer version of me.”

Andy slanted Carlos a quick look before returning his gaze to Salt. “Nicer? You seem all right to me.”

Carlos grunted. Andy looked at him again and Carlos tipped his hat up an inch or so. “Salt has an easy laugh, easy smile and maybe just an easy personality, but that don’t mean he’s shallow. I think that’s mostly a cover to keep himself from being hurt. It’s a hard row to hoe, being a gay cowboy out here. He’s had decades of having to hide who he really is. I know for a fact that can do something to a man, make him think less of himself because inside, you feel you’ve lied all your life.”

Andy held up a hand. “Whoa. You’re getting deep on me, Carlos. I don’t even know Salt, not really.” He just knew how Salt sounded, how he looked when he came. How Salt’s smile seemed to reach in and grab him—”I’ve got other places to be after this, too. We’re just getting the company up and running, and there’s millions of dollars at stake.”

Carlos grimaced and his expression shuttered. “Yeah, well. Money doesn’t mean shit when that’s all you got.” He put his fingers in his mouth and whistled so loud Andy thought his ears were going to bleed.

Andy couldn’t help but think it was punishment for something Carlos thought he’d done wrong, especially when Carlos smirked.

Dick.
Andy rubbed one ear and Carlos looked plumb pleased. “Salt don’t deserve to be treated like a piece of ass.”

Well, now he knew why Carlos was being a pissy bitch. Andy sat up a little straighter. “What Salt and I do together isn’t your business. You don’t know what he wants, I’d wager money on that.” Shit, it wasn’t like he and Salt had traded class rings—they weren’t dumb kids. They were adults, who knew the reality of life and especially life as a gay man where they lived.

Yeah, Salt worked on an LGBTQ-supportive ranch, but that kind of acceptance sure didn’t extend to the rest of the cowboy world. Andy knew there’d be more lost sales should he wave a rainbow flag out in the open. There were many people depending on him now, friends, family, and both were investors in the business.

Carlos was glaring at him and Andy met him with a level stare of his own. “You might be Salt’s friend, you might be more employer than anything else. Either way, you do him a disservice by trying to interfere on his behalf. Salt is an intelligent man, and he knows damn well that I’ll be leaving.”

Okay, they hadn’t discussed it exactly in those terms, but both of them were old enough and experienced enough to know what the deal was. It wouldn’t hurt to clarify it, just to be safe, though.

Carlos opened his mouth to retort something probably not very nice, Andy would guess, but Salt came riding over, a lazy grin on his face. “Hey now, y’all can’t just come and stare. You ride out, you get put to work.”

“I thought you were finishing up early?” Andy asked, suddenly aching to be alone with Salt.

Salt gestured over his shoulder with his thumb. “Yeah, that was the plan, but Ramsey isn’t as skilled as he should be and that’s slowing me down.”

Carlos frowned, deep lines etching around his mouth. “What do you mean he isn’t as skilled as he should be? His references checked out. He worked at the JHL Ranch for over three years.”

Salt shook his head. “Then they must not have had him doing more than mucking stalls. He can’t lasso for shit, and every time I tell him to cut his mount one way, he hesitates and half the time goes the opposite.” Salt shrugged. “Maybe it’s the heat. God knows it’s melting my brain.”

“Or maybe he’s a liar,” Carlos growled. “Go on, Salt. I’m gonna work with Ramsey. You tell Troy and Will where I am, okay? Then get gone.”

Andy half-expected Carlos to add some withering comment about Salt and Andy not having much time before Andy split, but he didn’t. Andy couldn’t tell if Carlos didn’t like him, or was just worried about Salt. He thought it was the latter, because Carlos had been friendly up until they’d stopped a few minutes ago.

Salt took off his hat and used a bandana to wipe his sweaty brow. His hair was damp and his shirt was too, soaked in spots from working outside on such a hot day.

Andy wanted to strip him right there and roll all over him, covering himself in the scent of musky, sweaty man. He settled for snatching the bandana from Salt’s hand and tucking it in his own back pocket.

“Hey! That’s wet and—”

“And coated in one of my favourite smells,” Andy interrupted. He waggled his eyebrows. “Damn, man, you have no idea how much I want to just bury my face in your ass and breathe you in.”

Salt’s sharp inhale and the way his pupils expanded didn’t help Andy to repress that desire one bit. “Come on,” Andy rasped. “Let’s get back so I can get you naked and fuck you until your throat’s so raw from screaming my name you can’t even whimper.”

“Jesus, the things you say,” Salt got out in a stripped voice. He clucked and his horse took off at a full run.

Andy whooped and was right on his tail.

Chapter Six

Andy had apparently meant it when he’d said that bandana held one of his favourite scents. Salt barely got into the hotel room before Andy tackled him, a full-body lunge that knocked the breath out of him and sent them both sprawling onto the bed. Salt gasped, meaning to take in some air, but what he got was Andy gripping his face, his hair, and taking his mouth in a forceful kiss that pushed a mewling sound right out of Salt.

They scrambled to get each other’s clothes off, twisting, shoving, tearing, even. Salt heard a rip, didn’t know if it was his shirt or Andy’s. He didn’t much care, either. Andy’s hot mouth on his throat was pure bliss, the scrape of his teeth a perfection of sensation that had Salt bucking up, driving his steel-hard cock against Andy’s.

Andy bit him, sucked and scraped Salt’s skin with his teeth. He held Salt by the jaw, nipping his way down to teeth Salt’s nipples.

Salt was going to lose his ever-lovin’ mind. “Please,” he gasped, writhing as his cock spurted pre-cum.

Andy’s response was a perfectly vicious bite that had Salt shouting and clutching Andy’s head to his chest. Andy worked Salt’s nipple until that little pinpoint of flesh throbbed with each heartbeat, then he pulled back and flipped Salt onto his belly.

Somewhere along the way, Salt’s belt had been unfastened. Andy had Salt’s jeans and briefs down in seconds. He grabbed Salt by the shoulder and hip. “Come here.”

The command had Salt scooting, but with his pants and underwear down around his knees, and his boots still on, his movement was limited. That was okay, because Andy man-handled him around until his knees were on the floor and he was bent over the side of the bed.

Andy slapped Salt’s ass and before Salt could tell him he didn’t like that kind of rough play, pleasure bloomed hot and bright in Salt’s ass. It spread out from that handprint until it was burrowed deep in his gut, warming him all over.

Salt couldn’t process the why of that. His experiences at a leather club he’d braved some years back had purely sucked. Pain hadn’t been something he’d been able to enjoy, yet he found himself begging. “More. Do it again.”

Andy’s breathless laugh came right before another, harder, slap to Salt’s ass. Salt moaned and closed his eyes, embarrassed and needy in a way he hadn’t ever been before. A third and fourth slap followed, setting his skin on fire, then Andy prised his cheeks apart.

Salt’s eyes snapped open. “Andy, I been working—oh my fucking God!” Salt squeaked immediately after shouting. Andy’s tongue was hot, wet, perfect as Andy licked down Salt’s crease.

Andy rumbled, sounding for all the world like he was enjoying what he was doing, so Salt shut up, except for the soft moans and curses that he couldn’t hold back. Andy squeezed Salt’s cheeks hard, marking his paler flesh, Salt hoped. He tried to arch, to wiggle his ass back for more. Andy smacked his butt again, then pinched it, and Salt had to shove a hand under himself to fist his dick and try to stem his impending climax.

It took more of a thump than a grip, but Salt got himself under control. He almost lost it again when Andy tongued his asshole. Andy reached around and flicked the tip of Salt’s shaft. That made him howl, and not entirely with pain. Jesus, Andy was driving him nuts. There wasn’t a part of Salt that didn’t feel screamingly alive and thrumming with the need for Andy to fuck him.

The press of Andy’s tongue into his hole was magical, perfect and dirty and oh so right. Salt raised his head up and thumped it against the mattress a few times, pushing back against Andy’s face. He was going to go insane, just screaming, bat-shit crazy if Andy didn’t fuck him soon.

Andy ran his other hand down Salt’s ass to the back of his thigh. He landed a smack there that drove something close to a sob out of Salt. It wasn’t the pain, but the way Andy seemed to know what Salt needed, even when Salt himself hadn’t had a clue. Well, he’d had a clue, hence the visit to the leather club, but… But that had been years ago, when he’d thought all he’d ever have were one-offs with strangers.

He knew Andy, even if it was just barely. It was still more than Salt had experienced with any other man. It sure seemed like Andy knew him, too.

Andy pushed what had to be at least two fingers into Salt’s ass and Salt quit thinking of anything but the way that stretch and burn made him feel. He wished he could part his legs, wished he had more freedom of movement, but there was something extremely hot about being unable to do more than squirm, too.

Plus, if Andy fucked him like that, his ass would be squeezing Andy’s dick so tight it might just blow Andy’s mind.

Andy thrust those fingers in hard and fast. “You can take it, right? Take it rough, cowboy?”

“Yeah,” Salt managed to get out. He was reeling just a bit from discovering that he did and could want it rough, but later he’d analyse that.
Or not.

“Fucking perfect,” Andy told him. Another finger was worked into him and Salt panted his way through it. He hadn’t had anything up his ass, not even his own fingers, in a few years. Maybe even longer. Usually, he’d topped on the few occasions anal sex had happened. Seemed to be expected of him. There’d been a time or two he’d bottomed—like at the leather club. He’d liked it, thought he could love it if given the chance, but hadn’t been given the opportunity.

Until Andy. He’d wanted Andy to fuck him since he’d first seen the man.

Andy wasn’t gentle prepping Salt, and Salt was damned glad. He’d have been offended to be treated like he was fragile, and he was learning new things about himself every time Andy shoved those fingers in deep.

Then Andy touched his prostate, just a whisper of contact, and Salt’s eyes whipped open as he jolted. “Again!”

Andy slapped his hip. “Bossy.” But he did it again and Salt began to tremble with the force of holding himself back.

Andy purred and slapped Salt’s cock. “Hold on, cowboy.”

Pain shot down Salt’s length, but oddly enough, it didn’t make him go soft, not at all. If anything, his dick got even harder. He was dimly aware of Andy cursing, then those fingers were gone, leaving Salt empty. He started to raise his head up and protest, but the sound of a condom wrapper being torn open shut him up.

There was the cool, runny feel of lube sliding down his crease, then Andy was back to fingering his hole, working the slick stuff inside him. It only took a minute, then Andy withdrew his fingers and settled behind Salt. He reached under Salt again and clutched the tip of his dick. Andy squeezed it, at the same time lining his fat cock up to Salt’s hole.

When Andy thumbed Salt’s slit, he also thrust, pushing fully into Salt’s ass. It was a quick, sharp piercing pain that tore through Salt, then pleasure saturated him as wholly as possible. He keened and tried to arch, but Andy bent over him and began pounding into him, short, hard thrusts, long, deep ones—there was no particular rhythm, as if Andy just gave way to his body’s needs.

He kept working the tip of Salt’s dick with a lube-slicked hand, too. Salt clawed at the bedcovers as he was fucked wildly. He felt the scrape of teeth over his nape at the same time Andy pushed a fingertip hard against his slit.

Salt’s balls drew tight. He clenched all over, his ass grabbing greedily at Andy’s shaft. Andy bellowed and hammered into him harder, the bed squeaking in protest as Salt was rammed against it repeatedly. The moan that left him sounded almost unworldly, but the ecstasy that was flooding him seemed unworldly too.

Andy bit him harder, and Salt came so hard and fast he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t scream. He was so dizzy it seemed like the entire world tipped and tilted. Andy’s pressure to Salt’s slit just made the spunk pour out of Salt.

Andy shouted and drove in with even greater force. He slammed in another half dozen times then stilled for a split second as the first pulse of his cum shot into the condom. Then he ground his hips against Salt’s ass through a few more jets of his release.

And finally, Andy sighed and collapsed on top of him. His rough panting matched Salt’s as they lay there for a moment.