“Were you really going to come home with me, even if it meant giving up spankings?”
“I was going to try.” Tex swallowed. “You’re really going to let me spank you?”
“I’m going to beg you to spank me, cowboy. Any time I’m slacking, and maybe sometimes when I’m not. You’ve changed me, Tex, but this changed person needs you. I was going to try to keep up with the program without you, which is why I went to the field to finish what I’d started, but I honestly don’t know if I have it in me.”
“You do,” Tex insisted. “Give yourself some credit, Peyton. I’ve worked you harder than I ever worked another man. Both out there and down here.” He leaned forward to pinch Peyton’s ass where it met the chair. “You’ve taken everything I’ve given you, and I have no doubt you can do anything you set your mind to. But I won’t say no to providing a little extra motivation. Wish I could provide some right now.”
Tex squeezed his bulge. Peyton pretended to jab it with his fork.
“My ass can’t handle any extra motivation tonight. But I do have a mouth.” He forked the last bite of pie into it, chewed thoroughly, and then opened wide.
Tex threw back his head and laughed. “Life with you is going to be a wild ride, Peyton. Now shut your trap and come to bed. It’s my turn to do some sucking.”
As it turned out, they both did their share of sucking. And kissing and hugging and petting and cooing. Unleashed from his role of trainer, Tex had a surprisingly sweet side, one Peyton knew he was going to enjoy. But every time his ass scraped against the sheets, he remembered how much he enjoyed Tex’s less sweet side too.
The two of them were drifting off to sleep, wrapped around each other for the first time, when Peyton’s phone rang.
“Shit!”
“What?” Tex asked drowsily.
“Bettina. I never told her I wasn’t showing up tonight after all.”
He texted a long, humble mea culpa, promised Bettina to tell her the whole story tomorrow, then crawled back into bed.
“You were on the way to the airport?” Tex asked with horror in his voice. “I really almost lost you?”
“Luckily someone taught me not to quit.” He gifted his mentor with a lingering kiss. “I’m never going to quit you, Tex. And that’s a promise.”
Epilogue
“The dishes can wait until morning,” Peyton protested.
He and Tex had spent the entire day knocking off chores around the farm, then they’d cooked dinner together in their giant farmhouse kitchen and polished off every drop. Now he didn’t feel like being responsible. A full day of watching Tex’s ass as Tex stretched and turned and bent in those 501 jeans had his mind on other things.
“It’ll take fifteen minutes, and then it’ll be done.”
“You do it.” Peyton tilted his chair onto its back legs, like he was twelve. “I’ll wait here.”
“Put all four feet of that chair on the floor, Peyton Alexander Mahoney, and get your ass in the kitchen before I take a wooden spoon to it.”
Well, that was an offer he couldn’t refuse. He tipped back farther—dangerously far—feeling the precise moment when he’d gone too far and gravity took over. But Tex was there to keep him from hitting the floor, as always. Tex had him on his feet and smashed face first into the wall so fast he didn’t even see it coming. He made a sound somewhere between a yelp and a purr as Tex’s hard chest pressed against his back and his even harder cock humped against his ass.
“Are you gonna listen to me, or are looking to get your ass beat?”
Oh, he was looking to get his ass beat. He ground it back as he offered up some sassy backtalk like it was foreplay.
“All right then.” Tex manhandled him over to the table and gave him a rough push. “Drop those drawers and assume the position.”
Peyton reached for his fly as Tex left the room, passing through the swinging door into the kitchen. He came back with a wooden spoon, which Peyton should have expected. Tex didn’t make idle threats. If he said he was going to beat Peyton’s ass with a wooden spoon, Peyton couldn’t act surprised when a wooden spoon showed up. And, man, that was going to hurt like a sonuvabitch. Why was his mouth always writing checks his ass would have to cash?
“How come I’m not looking at a bare heinie?” Tex asked as he thwapped the spoon against his palm.
Peyton rushed to get his pants down, exposing the jock he’d slipped on after their post-chores shower. Tex took a moment to run his fingers under the straps, tracing all the way around them where they framed his cheeks.
“You’ve got the sweetest ass, little cowboy. Shame I’ve gotta fuck it up.”
Peyton moaned, eager for it. His flesh was pure creamy beige right now, not a mark on it. The two of them had been working so hard they’d barely had time for fun. But tonight was going to be fun, and they deserved it.
