ERIK - THREE MONTHS LATER
Seeing the Wild Heart Ranch sign as Javier drives us past the last bend in the narrow highway never gets old. A lot of things have changed over the last three months, but the sense of home has never left this place. I suppose Ant and I will eventually get our own spot, but Charlie and Justin are happy to have us stay in the bunkhouse for now.
My grin widens when we turn in from the two-lane. Ant is on one of the newer horses from Sparrow’s latest batch, followed closely by Bunny. Sparrow, our horse trainer, has always had a sixth sense about horses in need, and Sunshine was one of his rescues.
When he initially showed her to us, she was mangy and her hooves were in terrible condition. Now, less than three months later, her mane is silky, her hooves are in much better shape, and she trots under Ant like a dream. And Bunny has become one of her best friends.
Ant waves when he sees us and rides up to the bunkhouse, and Moose gives a low woof when he sees Bunny. Ant hops down, dusty and smelling of horse and sweat from a long day’s work. I let Moose out of the truck, and he pads over to Bunny and Sunshine, greeting them after a long op.
Beaming up at me, Ant throws his arms around my waist. “I missed you!”
It still causes a catch in my throat, knowing that such a special man lights up at the sight of me. It was enough to spend the last several months working with Hedy to address all my insecurities so I could be there for him.
“How did Imani’s visit go?” I ask, thinking about the young woman we found on a search-and-rescue mission near Vidor. She briefly stopped by today while on a road trip. “I’m sorry I missed her.”
“Great! She brought a huge chew toy for Moose and loved the horses. Which she called ponies,” he says, chuckling. “And she’s going to stop by again on her way home, so hopefully, you’ll get to see her then.”
“I’ll make a point of it.”
He smiles, leaning up to nuzzle my neck. “I’m gonna put Sunshine up, but I’m so glad you’re home.”
I bend and give him a chaste kiss as Javier and Levy wave from the truck. “Yeah? Why is that?”
Ant lifts his brow, a familiar, slightly evil look crossing his face. “I finally know what I want to be when I grow up.” He waves back to them and cups his hand around his mouth, calling out, “Are y’all still up for dinner tonight?”
“Yes, nephew,” Javier says, sticking his head out the window. “Levy and I need to go home and take a quick shower, but we’ll be back in time for dinner.”
Ant laughs and checks his phone. “Sounds good. Don’t be late, or you’ll have to deal with Bram.”
Everyone agrees, so Ant mounts Sunshine and takes off like a shot, Bunny and Moose hot on his tail.
He returns to the bunkhouse about twenty minutes later, giving me his best come-hither look. I follow him into the bathroom, where we disrobe and get into the shower together, our own little coming-home tradition. Given our size difference, I wash his hair, he washes my body, and then we each take care of the rest. No need to cause back strain.
I’m tempted to ask him what he’s discovered about himself, but I know it’s important to him to wait until all of us are together. Instead, I quietly allow him to tongue my nipples and stroke my cock to full hardness.
I’m generous like that.
Two minutes later, my cock is down the back of his throat, and his fingers are pushing inside me, searching for the spot that sets my hair on fire. I’m helpless against it, really.
The best part is, it’s my turn after he’s had his fun. With a lot of practice, we discovered we both enjoy it when I give him one specific thing to focus on when I’m taking the lead rather than commanding a bunch of different things at once.
My favorite is not letting him come until I say so, mostly because there are so many ways to get there. Sadly, I don’t have enough time right now to edge him properly, so I do what I can. Holding him against me, my front to his back, I loosely curl my hand around his neck, just as he likes.
“Hold your breath while I touch you,” I demand.
“Yesss,” he hisses.
“Ready?” I ask, stroking my free hand up and down his chest and sides.
He melts against me, nodding.
“Excellent. Hold your breath in three, two, one…go.”
He sucks in a lungful of air, and I begin with gentle, two-finger strokes, playing with his foreskin, cradling his balls, barely enough to get him hard. After thirty seconds, I remove my hand, and he quickly takes a deep breath before I resume my teasing, this time with more grip and faster strokes.
He starts to whine at the forty-five-second mark, so I show a little mercy and remove my hand, giving him just enough time for two deep breaths. This time I stroke him hard, trying to get him to the edge of coming as quickly as possible. He gets close—very close—and I pull my hand away.
“Bastard,” he says, sucking in air.
