“Not anymore.” Raul’s smile faded a bit. “I sold most of them to come here. My favorite horse is with my brother. My dog, too.”
“You have pictures?” He stepped closer, close enough to touch.
Raul handed him a cup of coffee, then slid a hand around his waist to pull him close. “On my phone. I will show you later.”
“On your…” He lifted his chin, begging a kiss. It didn’t matter whether it was a sin. He needed.
Raul hummed, the happiest of sounds, and kissed Joa’s mouth, warm and firm, tongue pushing between his lips to taste him. So different than Balta, Raul cupped the back of his head, sipping from his lips, kissing him as if he was precious instead of storming him and taking his good sense.
He liked how Raul tasted like coffee and cream, a hint of sugar there, too. That hard body pressed against his, and Joawas glad the coffee cup had a lid on it, or they would both be burned.
He found Raul’s hip, his hand curling around to hold on, thumb caressing the sharp bump he found there. The denim and cotton Raul wore did little to disguise his body, to hide the hard male beauty he possessed. Raul was like Balta that way, barrel-chested, lean through the hips, with a perfect ass.
“Mmm. You…” Raul grabbed his hand with both hands and squeezed, dark eyes sparkling as they stared into him. “I have wanted, Joa. Just this. To know this.”
His cheeks heated, and he felt both greedy and lucky. Joa smiled. “Now you know.”
“Oh,nao. There is still much to learn.” Raul kissed him again, this kiss burning his lips, making them throb.
He went up on tiptoe, his coffee falling to the ground as he wrapped his arms around Raul’s shoulders and held on. Raul groaned for him and stumbled a few steps forward, pressing him against the rough wood of the barn.
When Raul lifted him so his feet left the ground, Joa laughed, surprised and tickled. So strong. He loved how Raul’s muscles bulged, and he wanted to see them better so he worked at the snaps of Raul’s shirt. The heat coming off Raul’s skin stunned him.
“Mmm. Joa.” Raul grinned at him, flexing and encouraging him to touch, to bring their bellies together.
Joa rocked his hips, leaning back when Raul bent to lick at his chest. He loved this, loved touching and being touched, and Balta had said all was well…
“So needy, Joa. So hungry.”
He nodded. He hadn’t always been, but Balta had tempted him into sin, into this amazing life. Joa smiled, one hand on Raul’s shoulder, the other exploring, finding Raul’s tiny nipples in his mat of hair.
“Joa!”
Oh, sensitive.
He chuckled and pinched, loving how Raul jerked against him.
“Evil man.” Raul’s Portuguese was so different from his or even Balta’s. Rougher, somehow. Balta came from money, he supposed.
“That’s Balta, Raul. He’s a demon.”
“Is he?” Raul tilted his head, smile lines creasing his face. “I can see that. Are you an angel, then?”
“I’m a bull-rider, like you.” Just like Raul. Two men caught in Balta’s whirlwinds. Joa nodded at the image, the idea satisfying him, deep down, then arched so his hips pelvis rubbed against Raul. “Kiss me again?”
“Sim.” Raul nudged his jaw up and took his lips, kissing him with a hunger that burned him, made him shiver. Relentless. He could feel Raul’s drive, his desire. A champion waiting for his chance, this one.
He opened with a deep moan, his toes curling in his work boots. He could kiss Raul for days, just cradled here on the man’s chest.
Nothing lasted forever, though, and Raul wanted more of him, so his feet touched down a few minutes later, those rough, callused hands sliding down his back to dig under the waistband of his jeans.
He wiggled, trying to give Raul some room to touch, to feel him. Every caress seemed electric, like his world was lit up and bright. He buzzed with it, and when Raul slid one finger down between his cheeks, he jumped, his breath huffing out. “You’ll let me touch,sim?”
“I will. I will, Raul.” And God help him, he wanted it.
“Good. Your mouth is lovely, Joa, but I want to feel all of you.”
His cheeks heated, because the words made him think of all the things he’d done recently. So much. He was a lucky man.
