He was fucking flying.
Beau moaned, pulling free and getting that sweet cock ready to go. His lips opened as the broad head pushed against him, stretched him wide.
“Sammy. Mine. You hear me?” Beau slid in all the way, hips against his ass, scraping his insides so good.
“Tell me again.”
“Mine. Fucking love you.” Beau loved fucking him, too. It couldn’t be more obvious.
“Yeah.” He pushed back into each thrust, riding hard.
“That’s it.” The words were murmured against his mouth. They were making the bedsprings scream, his entire body singing.
They were sweating, their skin slapping. Jesus, they hadn’t been this wild in so long. His hands clamped onto Beau’s hips, dragging him in and in and in.
“Sam. Oh, God. Please.” Beau met his eyes, plumb desperate.
“I’m right with you. Gimme.” He gritted his teeth, fighting to hold on.
“Oh, Christ.” Beau’s eyes went wide, kind of nuclear hot. Then heat and wetness was filling him, deep inside.
That was really all he needed, that heat, that pressure, and he shot hard, his brains pouring out through the tip of his cock.
Beau slumped down on him, licking his shoulder. Tasting him.
“Boug.” He held on tight.
“We through with this fighting, babe?”
Sam nodded. “I cain’t keep doing this. I’m gonna have your back, long after the riding goes away.”
“Good. That will be a hell of a small part of the rest of our lives, Poot.” Beau kissed his forehead.
“Missed you.”
“Me, too.” They snuggled down, Beau on top of him, but not weighing him down.
For the first time in weeks, Sam breathed in deep, relaxed, and slept.
Chapter Sixteen
Beau stretched, feeling a little sore, which was weird, ‘cause he’d stayed on his bull. He’d stayed on both of them and gotten third for the event, so why he was…
Oh. Sam shifted just then, reminding him how they’d torn each other up into the wee hours of the morning after their nap. Shit, he was surprised he had any skin left on his dick.
Beau grinned. It was worth every ache and pain.
Sammy was sleeping hard, one hand wrapped around his hip and holding on tight. Jesus, look at those bruises. Weren’t they fine?’ Beautiful man. He could just love on that fine ass all day. Huh. Maybe he ought to call down, see if they could extend the room one more night. That sounded like a great idea, actually. Get Sammy’s shit over here, keep his Texan in the bed, love the man into stupidity.
He lifted the phone and called the front desk, moving over to the little table and grabbing the room service menu. He’d just have them connect him after he dealt with the rooms.
One hand slid over the small of his back about the time he got the room extended and asked for room service.
Beau turned to smile at Sam when he hung up. “We just need to get your gear and drop off your keys.”
“Yeah? We spending the day off?”
“We are. I ordered us sweet rolls and hot omelets and coffee.” He loved to watch Sam eat icing.
