I was worried about how he would feel regarding exclusivity, mostly because the idea of him going off and sleeping with someone else sounds awful to me. I say as much, and Colt nods. “I don't think I could bear it.”
Warwick kisses him again. “I have no desire to even look at somebody else. Not unless the three of us are looking at them together.”
Colt scratches his chin. “We need to consider the sleeping arrangements. I love all the sleeping together, but I sometimes feel the need to sleep by myself.”
Wick nods and wraps himself around Colt’s middle. “Is it weird, though, that I generally don't want to sleep all by myself?”
I nod in total agreement. “I love the togetherness. I'm always going to vote for that, but yes…I’m not sure how we can work out sleeping together but separately. We’re pretty smart though. I think we’ll figure it out.”
We all agree and then hang together for a few minutes, sipping coffee and trading touches, hugs, and butt squeezes.
“Colt and I were going to install irrigation in paddock nine with Abel this morning, but I forgot that he’d taken the day off. Maybe the three of us can work on it together instead?”
I gather Wick’s precious face in my hands, kissing him. “I can think of no better way to spend the morning.”
Colt taps his chin. “You sure about that? Because I have several ideas that I think arewaybetter than installing irrigation.”
Wick and I laugh, then catch each other's eyes, popping our brows.
“Oh no,” Colt says, his eyes sparkling. “I know that look.”
He fakes a move to the left, then races up the stairs, Wick and I hot on his heels.
* * *
Paddock nine isn'tthat big, so we hook up an old hay wagon to Beverly, the enormous sorrel Belgian that my son gave to Colt, and load it with the materials and tools we need for the day. Colt rides the beast while Wick and I ride together on one of the ranch’s ATVs. It all makes me very nostalgic for my grandfather’s land in Argentina.
Well, nostalgic and a tiny bit horny from the view. Wick catches me eyeballing Colt's bouncing ass in the saddle.
I shrug. “Can you blame me?”
He leans over and kisses me. “Not one bit.”
Colt looks over at us. “Are y'all making out without me?”
“No, my love. We were making outbecauseof you. Well, because of your Wranglers.”
He rolls his eyes, but there’s no missing his smile. It rivals the sun.
It's a long day of digging rows, laying pipe, and connecting sprinklers, but Colt and Wick are funny and efficient, making the hours go by fast. By the end of the day, Colt’s a little sunburnt and Wick’s got a bit of a headache, but the paddock is set up and ready for Trip’s inspection.
We get to the bunkhouse, completely worn out. Without much talk or thought about it, we pile into the shower together, washing and loving on each other. It's not sexual. It's just sweet. I make a simple dinner, and we lean up against each other on the couch, watchingFarscapeand relaxing after a hard but satisfying day of work.
It’s not even nine o’clock when we all shuffle up to my room and fall into bed together, this time with me in the middle. The worry I had earlier seems ridiculous after such a great day together, and I fall asleep fast, dreaming of our futures.
* * *
The next morningwe head out to the main house for Sunday breakfast, and it is, as always, delicious.
Wick is making a sound I’ve only ever heard him make in the bedroom, and he points his fork at Desi, teasing accusation in his tone. “What did you do to these eggs to make them taste so fucking good?”
Desi shrugs. “I fried the potatoes in bacon grease before adding them to the eggs.”
Wyatt kisses Desi’s forehead and Wick toasts him with his mug of coffee. “Yep, that’ll do it.”
“How’s your dad doing?” I ask Dez, knowing that he’s been back and forth to Dallas a few times.
Wyatt snorts before his face settles into a scowl, and that tells me everything I need to know.
