Adam put a hand under his elbow, steering him not toward the pens and stalls, but toward the big trailer he’d gotten to know real well. He went, curious as all get out as to what Adam wanted. They got inside, and he half expected Adam to start yelling. That tanned face was like a thundercloud. Adam kissed him instead, hard and deep.
Oh, hello. Someone was wanting him something spicy. Landon hooted and pushed right back, wanting Adam Taggart like air.
Adam lifted him, pushing him against the wall of the tiny trailer, his head almost touching the ceiling. Damn, but the man was strong.
“Oh, cher. Please. Need you so.” The heavy mustache burned his lips, his cock battering against his fly.
“Want you.” Adam mumbled the words against his mouth, teeth stinging Landon’s lower lip.
He nodded, hips rolling at the little burn. Adam pressed all along his body, holding him too still. It was making him crazy.
“Adam. Cher.” Please. Please.
“Yeah.” Those hard hands started working, tugging at his clothes.
His skin was stinging, Adam’s nails and calluses dragging on him and making him twist. Adam was like a storm washing over him, like a heavy rain that you went out and danced in.
Adam spun him, mouth on his shoulder, cock pressing against his ass. Demanding cowboy. The man could be a damned greedy lover, but Landon didn’t mind a bit. That hard dick made him moan.
“Hot little fucker. Can’t stop looking at you.”
“Good. I want you looking.” Really, was he supposed to be pissed off that Adam wanted him?
“You’re too fucking young for me.” Adam’s fingers slid inside him, slick somehow.
“And you’re so fucking old. I want you. You.” Idiot man.
“I know. Jesus.” Adam pulled back for a few seconds, the sound of a condom wrapper loud.
Landon pushed his ass back and out, the offer crystal clear. He was Adam’s, and Adam was his. Adam took his offer right off, too, pressing against him, cock pushing in.
“Yeah. Yeah, cher. I got a need.” And that heavy cock could answer it. He knew it, to the bone.
“Me, too. Damn you.” Adam gave it to him, pushing in deep, hips slapping his ass.
“Too late. Whole family’s damned. Harder.”
“Oh, God.” When he pushed back, Adam moaned, and his name slipped out, sounding like a prayer.
Fuck, yes. He rode hard, meeting each and every thrust, his bones rattling. It was like all the best things about riding a bull or a bronc with none of the pain. Better, because it was Adam.
Adam snarled, hips jamming up toward him, fucking him good and hard. The man had some issues, for sure, but Landon wasn’t complaining, no sir. He liked it hard, him.
Even more, he wanted to give Adam what the man needed.
Leaning down, Adam bit at the back of his neck.
“Cher!” He jerked, bearing down on Adam, squeezing tight.
“That’s it. Show me how you like it.”
Adam made him crazy, made him want to stamp and howl like a loon. Instead he held it together, pushing back, riding his own cowboy with all he had.
They moved together like they were meant to, rocking and rolling, Adam controlling the pace. The man was a fucking machine, driving him like he was an errant steer in the arena. He panted, trying to keep his balance, his body on fire. This was what he wanted to do for the rest of his life.
Forever.
“Cher. Cher, please. I need, me.”
