Nipples were a wondrous thing. Coke’s especially. Dillon did love them. He twisted them a little, thumbs rubbing. That let him watch Coke’s thighs part, the heavy cock bobbing as Coke shifted. Yum. Turning, he sat on the shower seat next to Coke, his hand sliding down over the flat belly, fingertips grazing that amazing prick. “So hot, Coke.”
“Your fault. You make me.” Coke’s hand slipped around his back, finding his ass.
“I like that, babe. I like that it’s me.” Pushing in close, Dillon took a kiss, his lips pressing to Coke’s, slick with water.
Coke moved him as if he weighed nothing at all, drawing him around to straddle those thick thighs and snuggle in close. Their cocks pushed together, and suddenly the whole thing was familiar, right, where Dillon got to ride and Coke was smiling for him. So much better than the tense frown.
“Mmm. That’s about right.” Coke’s hand found his ass, the other cupping their dicks.
Rocking, Dillon held on to Coke’s shoulders, locking his feet against Coke’s shins. Leverage was good.
The water hit him, right in the small of his back, right where Coke’s hands were.
That had him moaning, arching, letting his hips roll. God, Coke could make him forget everything, even what he was supposed to make Coke forget.
“Look at you.” The words were low, rough, Coke’s gaze sharp and dragging over him like a touch.
“Me? Oh, babe.” He kissed Coke hard, lips mashing against Coke’s, but his eyes stayed wide open. He’d much rather look at Coke.
Coke’s tongue pushed in, moving with the same rhythm as that hand. He grunted and pushed down hard, slamming their cocks together, way beyond needing a gentle touch. Way beyond. He needed a hard, fast rubdown.
It seemed like Coke was right with him, stroking and rubbing him, jacking him faster.
“Coke. Babe. I… Oh.” His head fell back, the water hitting his hair, and Dillon burst out with a desperate laugh, figuring he looked like something in a porno movie.
“Yeah. Yeah. Come on, cowboy.” He heard Coke groan, felt that rough hand squeeze. “Come for me, now.”
“Now.” All Coke had to do was ask. Dillon came like there was no tomorrow, his balls aching, his dick jerking in Coke’s hand.
“Sweet Lord.” Coke hunched a little, hips leaving the bench seat.
“Now you, babe. Yeah?” He let go of one of Coke’s shoulders, but he didn’t reach for that sweet cock. Nope, he went for the left nipple, pinching it hard.
“Yes.” Coke jumped, shooting for him, seed spreading between them.
Whoa. Smell that. Dillon breathed them in, the water washing it all away almost too fast. It was a good thing, though.
“Mmm. Hell of a better start to our morning.”
“You know it.” Grinning, he leaned in and took a kiss, loving on that man for all he was worth.
Coke’s arms wrapped around him, holding on. Loving on him right back.
They’d make all this work, no problem. They had each other. That would make all the other stuff easy as pie.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Jesus, Fort Worth was loud.
Coke shook his head, bouncing back and forth on his toes. Christ. They’d had two hang-ups, and little CB got his asstrounced. He glanced over to Nate—the man sported a huge black eye. “Love Texas dates.”
“No shit. The bulls are fresh as daisies.” Nate leaned from one side to the other, stretching his legs.
“Yep.” He waited for the gate puller to walk by, then bent at the waist. Stretching. “Who’s up next?”
“Beau Lafitte.” Nate winked, then rolled his eyes.
Yeah. They’d have to be on top of their game because Beau was in the lead now that Jason was out, having blown by Kynan like nothing going.
