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I was quick to get naked myself, having the skills to strip in record speed. Another time, another place, it could be slower and more sensual, but not right now. Then I stalked to the bathroom to retrieve the lube I had under the sink. I used it sometimes when I needed to rub one out in the shower, but that didn’t happen often. I squinted at the expiration date and sent thanks to the universe it was still good.

“I don’t have con—” My mouth fell open when I walked back into the room to see Wren splayed out and lazily stroking his cock. The smirk on his face was downright sinful and I nearly swallowed my tongue.

“You and me, we never need condoms,” he said, his voice thick, his gaze fixed on my cock which was hard as nails now. “It’s been a long time for me, I’ve always used them, and I’ve been tested regularly.”

I had to swallow twice before I could respond. “Same.”

“Good. Get over here and bring the lube.”

I chucked it at him instead, but he had good reflexes so he caught it as I knew he would. He sat up as I neared the bed and reached for me, pulling me down, and tugging until I was covering him. He sighed happily when I gave him my weight, pushing him into the mattress. He kissed me hard, using teeth and lips and tongue, until I had to take over, take control, and direct the kiss. Wren handed over the control as easy as breathing, and when I thrust against him, his hips answered back.

Wren ripped his mouth from mine, panting hard, and pushed on my shoulder. When I didn’t move, he did it again. “Get on your back. I wanna ride you.”

“Baby boy, I gotta get you ready and—”

“No.” He shoved again and this time I moved, rolling over. Wren followed the motion and straddled my hips, lifting up on his knees. “Next time, but I can’t wait. I’ve waited for so long and…don’t make me wait any more.”

“No, I won’t,” I soothed, gripping his hips so that he didn’t have to hold himself up all on his own. His leg was better but I knew it still pained him.

Wren opened the bottle of lube, dumped some on his fingers, and reached behind him. It seemed like only seconds passed before he took hold of my cock and notched it against his hole.

“Wren.” I groaned his name. His touch felt so good. I was going to tell him it wasn’t enough prep, that he had to take better care of himself and that I didn’t want to hurt him. But he wasn’t about to listen. He just rocked down, little by little, taking me in at a snail’s pace. The tightness and the heat had me on edge faster than anything ever had. Or it could’ve just been him.

When his ass met my thighs long moments later, he let out the most contented sound I’d ever heard from him. It had to hurt, but he clearly didn’t care. He just breathed out, braced his hands on my chest, and started to move. All I could do was hold on and try not to come.

Wren’s eyes dropped closed. He was always gorgeous, but like this, sweaty and flushed and riding my cock, he absolutely took my breath away. This was my boy in his rawest form, all his passion on display, and it was everything I loved about him. He kept his movements steadied and measured, rising up and down at an even pace. I wanted to thrust up, but I stayed still, letting him enjoy himself.

His eyes suddenly snapped open, and his gaze blazed as he stared down at me. He licked his lips, sucked in a breath, and then in a low and guttural voice said, “Turn me over and fuck me.”

I rolled us, keeping him exactly where he was but having at least the sense of mind to make sure I didn’t put pressure on his leg. I turned my head to kiss his thigh as I lifted it onto my shoulder, then repeated the action with the other leg. When I had him where I wanted him, practically bent in half, I got my knees under me, and went to town.

I’d never been more focused in my life. I read every twitch of his face and body, every sigh, moan, and whine. I used it all to find the spot that felt the best to him, and when he screamed my name, I hammered right there, wanting him to come so I could too. He was close, so close. He just needed a little more.

“Get your hand on your cock,” I barked, wishing I’d sounded gentler.

But Wren’s moan was long and loud, and he managed to grab his dick and start stroking, knuckles white from how hard he was squeezing. It only took a few more thrusts before he was coming and I swear to the universe his keening wail was on pitch.

When his hole relaxed enough, I started to pull out, but he grabbed my arm with his cum covered hand. “In me.”

“You sure?” I had to check because I knew he had to be sore and sensitive.

He nodded, and kept nodding, so I thrust in and out, trying to keep from hurting him. But then he clenched down and that was it. Later, I’d be glad that there were no guests, because with how loud I shouted, and I knew my voice carried, I would have scared them.

Sated, sticky, and utterly wrung out, we held each other as we panted. Wren’s legs dropped to the bed like deadweight and I didn’t care that in a minute, we’d be stuck together. I just wanted to be as close as physically possible with him. I didn’t pull out. I just held him to me. The only consolation I could give him was to roll over onto my back so he could breathe.

“Well,” he said, still a bit short of breath. “Guess sex really isn’t a problem for you.”

Our laughter made my softening cock fall out of his hole.

It wasn’t exactly easy to forget about last night, but I had to focus on work. Besides, I knew there would be a repeat tonight. Or sooner, if I could manage it. I craved that man like nobody’s business and I couldn’t wait to have him in my arms again.

Sky and I had gone through a lot of the courses I taught here at Yellow Ribbon, and I was trying to get her fully up to speed before the sessions began in the New Year. And to get her feedback on anything we could improve and change. I’d hired her for a reason.

It was a bit of a novelty getting to take the month of December off, but it definitely worked in our favor. The few guests that had pre-booked were happy to reschedule for later once I gave them a discount.

Today we were in the covered arena where I’d set up the western trail course I used to teach handling skills. I’d taken Ez through to show how I usually did it, and she, on Crow, was going through and making comments. She only had a few critiques and updates, and I was happy to hear it.

Watching her was a marvel. I knew what good horsemanship looked like. My dad, Hawk, and Demi had shown me through the years. And there was no one better on a horse than Hawk. But Sky, I was quickly realizing, was a close second. It was as though she and Crow were one, they were so attuned to each other.