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he let the shirt go and reached out, fingers sliding over the smooth, sweet skin. Oh, man. That was
something a man could want.
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"Shit, Mackey!" Jumping, Joss whirled around, reaching for him, starting in on his button and
zipper like he'd lit a fire under that butt instead of just touching.
"Sorry. Needed. You're fine." His cock was trying to drill its way out to Joss.
He got what he wanted, his cock slipping right out to slap into Joss' palm. Those fingers closed
around him and pulled, and he went from supercharged to supernova in no time.
"I. Shower." His hips were moving like he was fresh out of the bucking chute.
"I know you do. I admire that in a man." Oh, the bastard. Laughing at him. But Joss' cock was up
against his, rubbing alongside, hot and hard.
He'd've said something witty if he could talk but, well, no. So he just nodded, walking them back
toward the water.
Joss got soaked right off, water dripping off his hair and nose and eyelashes. Pulling him right into
the shower, too, Joss moved close, kissing him, their skin slick and hot together. Oh, man. Slick
cowboy. He was a fan. His lips slid across Joss' jaw, hands cupping those lean hips.
"Mmm. Love the way you feel, man." Joss' hands slid up and down his arms, around to his back,
just loving on him.
"Uh-huh." Mackey nodded, grinned some. "Keep on keeping on, then." Yeah, go him with the
coherence and shit.
"Gonna," Joss said, sounding like he did when he was determined to make a ride. When he was
gonna stick like a burr to some bull.
"Uh-huh. After, want to feel you in me, deep."
"Oh, God." That had Joss jerking against him, those hands clutching at him.
He grinned, wickedness getting him a little. "Gonna let you in deep, honey. Want it bad."
"Mac!" Pushing him against the back wall of the shower, Joss kissed him until he thought his brains
would melt and leak out his ears.
He jerked and started humping, entire body into it, needing it like he needed eight seconds in the
short go. Little noises came from Joss, just falling on his skin like the water. Damn. Good.
"Come on, come on. We'll get the edge off and then we'll..." Yeah. They could. Nice and slow.
"Uh-huh. Need to. Now." Joss came for him, eyes wide, mouth opening on a soundless moan.
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He followed pretty close behind, watching them pretty eyes like they were the last things on earth
he'd ever see.
Joss rinsed them off, kissing his mouth one more time before helping him to dry off. "Come on,
honey. Let's go to bed a bit."
"Yeah." He nodded and followed right along behind. "I'm right with you."
"Good." Man, Joss' arm was almost like new. Oh, he had weeks of healing to do, but it was strong
enough to yank Mackey right down on the mattress.
His belly slapped against Joss' side and, God help him, his prick started considering taking an
interest. His fingers got all tangled up in Joss', both of them reaching and wanting to touch. Joss
held on a minute, squeezing, before drawing his hand down to one narrow hipbone. Then Joss
started petting him, working up his arm and over his shoulder. Damn the man had the best
goddamn hands. Mackey did himself some touching, fingers easy on Joss' belly, the soft-soft sacs.
Arching, rolling, Joss put on a clinic on how to ride a fine touch, starting to pant for him, skin going
bright and hot. All the while Joss just stared at him, looking amazed.
"You. Damn." His fingers moved up, slowly working the thin skin covering that filling cock. He
wanted that inside the man, wanted to feel Joss' heat like nothing going.
"I what?" That little broken tooth showed up again, that smile just for him. Him alone. Joss stroked
him, too, hand slipping between his legs.
"You're fine. You make me want things." He leaned in, tongue exploring, sliding over that tooth.
"Mmm. Weirdo." Laughing, Joss petted his neck and shoulders, gently working out knots he
always seemed to have. "Tell me again what you wanted?"
"You. In me." He groaned, let his head fall forward. That felt just right. "'less you don't wanna."
"God, honey. I want to. So bad. The bag. It's right there." Yeah, he could feel Joss shake at the idea,
hear the hitch in the man's breathing.
"Yeah." He stretched, hearing the bones in his back pop and crack like Rice Krispies before he got
a hold of the bag.
"Lord, Mac. We shoulda stayed in the shower longer." Warm fingers stroked along his back, up and
down, finally digging in and giving him a good rub.
"Oh..." He stretched out, damn near shaking it was so good.
"Yeah. You need that, huh? Christ, you're a knot and a half." Joss gave and gave, making him
melty as hell.
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"Loosening me up for you, buddy?" He spread right out, all hints of nerves just gone.
"You know it. I don't want you hurtin' one little bit." Joss grabbed the bag of stuff from him, giving
up the massage with what looked like real regret. The man was a sucker for making him feel good.
"You're good to me." Had been from the get-go, for the whole damn rodeo.
"You deserve it. Now, let's see if we can figure this." Look at that man, tongue caught between his
teeth as Joss tried to open the tiny tube of lube.
"You'll figure it." Joss wanted this, damn near as bad as he did.
"Freakin' little...ha!" The cap popped off and Joss crowed, squirting some of the slick out on his
fingers. "You ready to get busy?"
Mackey hooted, tickled to the bone. "I'm ready, man. Lube me up!"
They both started laughing hard, grinning at each other like fools.
"You ass." Tilting his head, Joss laughed harder. "No. Your ass. Get it?"
Oh. Oh, fuck. He was gonna pull something, laughing so hard. Shit, he'd never thought it would be
so fucking fun.
When Joss's slick fingers slid down his prick, then down over his balls and past... well, there was
no laughing matter. Especially when one callused fingertip pushed right in. His eyes met Joss', his
breath all caught up in his throat. Oh, sweet christ. That was Joss touching him.
Joss went still a moment, eyes burning blue fire down at him. Then that finger moved, in and in and
in, scraping every nerve. His hands opened and closed, his body starting to rock, that riding motion
familiar as breathing.
"Fucking A, Mackey. Look at you." His Joss was saying that a lot these days. He could figure what
he looked like, all laid out, flushed, moving like he couldn't not. Hell, he could see it reflected in
Joss' eyes.
"Need you. More, huh?" He reached up with a shaking hand, cupped Joss' jaw.
"More. Definitely." Another finger worked in next to the first, Joss breathing hard for him, those
fingers shaking the tiniest bit.
"Uh-huh. Love." The word slipped out of him, pushed right out by Joss' fingers. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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