I eased back, letting his cock drop wet and spent onto his stomach, and wiped my chin with the back of my hand.
“Wow,” Austin repeated with a tug at my hair. “Get up here and kiss me.”
I stretched out beside him, keeping my straining zipper away from his dick, and pressed my mouth to his. Austin kissed softly, still taking short breaths in between.
“Kind of a quick trigger,” I teased. “You been depriving yourself?”
“Hey, I was several minutes slower than I expected out there.” He waved limply toward the bedroom door. Then he rolled onto one elbow. “What about you? Hand? Mouth?”
His stomach rumbled and I laughed, delight flooding me. He was here, in my home, in my bed, and tonight, I had the right to take care of him. My cock was hard but I could be patient. “I think we should eat, and then we’ll see. I like a little anticipation.”
“Oh, really.” He reached for my dick where it stretched my jeans and kneaded me. “You like waiting?”
“I do.” My breath came a bit short, and the heat building in my groin made it hard to think. But I wanted to feed him, and I didn’t want to come in my jeans like a teenager.
He is a teenager.I shoved that thought away and sat up. Austin might be young, but he was a man in integrity, in responsibility, in everything he did. Miguel said I deserved someone good, and I wanted to be someone good for Austin, too. “Come on, you can borrow a pair of my sweats, and we’ll heat up the food.”
I dug in a drawer and tossed him a pair of my sweatpants and a fleece shirt.
Austin caught them, grinning. “You just want to know I’m free-balling it. Or maybe you like seeing me in your clothes.”
Yes. And yes.“Easy access for later,” I told him. “Get dressed. Move your sexy butt.”
My shirt lay inside out on the floor. I retrieved it, tugged the sleeves the right way and slipped into them, but didn’t button the front. I liked the thought of Austin staring at my chest while we ate.
Davis had packed two big containers of his macaroni and venison casserole, and a bunch of sides. More than enough for two with extra for leftovers. I’d told him I was bringing the food to Austin, and Davis clearly had a soft spot for my man. I nuked full plates for two, while Austin plastered himself to my back, his hands splayed on my chest and his dick slowly hardening as he rubbed up against my ass.
“You sure you want to eat?” Austin teased, nipping my neck despite the wonderful aroma rising from the plates. Another rumble of his stomach made the seduction easier to resist.
I elbowed him. “Yes. Quit being a pest and go sit down. Get water for us while you’re at it.”
“Meh,” he whined, but he did as I asked, filling a couple of glasses on his way to the table. I set the heated plates at our places. Austin pushed my chair back with his foot, and I sat across from him.
“Eat up.” I dug a fork into my casserole and waved the bite at Austin. “This is one of Davis’s special dishes.” I silently blessed my best friend for giving me something amazing to share with Austin.
“Not as special as your—” Austin paused, chewed his first mouthful, and tilted his head. “I take that back. This is betterthan your ass. Might even be better than your dick. I’m gonna ask Davis to marry me.”
I had to laugh. “Sadly, he’s terminally straight. He’ll be glad you like it, though. The seasoning mix is some kind of secret recipe.”
We both made inroads into the food, slowing down halfway through to talk about the ranch. I watched Austin’s hands and his mouth, and appreciated the way a month of growth let his hair curve against his forehead. I touched his foot under the table with mine as if by accident. This, having Austin here at my table like he belonged, filled a void inside me that’d been empty, maybe all my life.
I’d already shared stories with Austin on the phone all month, but he asked for more. How the timothy hay for the horses was holding out and whether that heifer with the cut foot healed up— a score of details I couldn’t believe he remembered.
I said, “Wow, you really listened when I talked, huh?”
“Well, yeah.” Austin popped a last spoonful of creamed corn in his mouth and hummed his approval. “I didn’t just like the sound of your voice.”
“The first of March,” I told him. “You show up here in that old truck and we’ll have you up on Ahwan an hour later.”
His eyes flickered away from me. “If the truck’s still running.”
“If not, I’ll come get you. Anywhere, anytime. You know that, yes?”
He met my gaze for a second, then looked down at his plate. “Sure. This green bean thing is good too. I’m not usually a fan, but I’d eat more of this.”
“There is more.”
“Not now.” Austin picked up his plate and mine, and carried them to the sink. “I have other plans.”
