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Later that evening when Billy pulled his truck up in front of his ranch house, he was beyond tired. They’d had to make a detour to take care of an issue with his mountain grazing. Someone out there was trying to sabotage him by destroying his herd management. The herd of wild mustangs that lived in the mountains had been driven into one of his pastures in the middle of the night, but they’d called the Forestry Service and sorted it. It had just made an already really long day even longer and more exhausting.
Both Laynie and Steven had fallen asleep coming down the mountain pass. Billy didn’t blame them one bit. He couldn’t wait to fall into his bed and bury his face and sink into oblivion on Steven’s chest.
It had been a long full day with the drive from Midland and then the horse herd issue up in Tularbol. The officer from the Forestry Office was consulting the BLM about the herd and their options for moving them out, but it didn’t sound promising. Right now—because protestors had been so outspoken over past treatments of the wild horses—the agency recommended leaving them alone. That was all well and good until the herd cleared out the pastures meant to feed his cattle herd for the last part of the summer. Dammit.
He’d barely even gotten his door open before Eric stood there, grinning at him. “You’re home.”
Billy nodded. “You’re observant. Everything been okay here?” He opened up the back door of the truck and unbuckled Laynie from her car seat.
Eric made a choked noise behind him. “Why do you have a little girl in your truck?”
“This is Laynie. She’s Steven’s daughter. She’s going to be living here with us, so I need you to help me watch out for her.”
Eric made another weird sound, but Billy ignored him as Steven came around to help him get her out of the truck.
Steven gave a sleepy nod to Eric as he grabbed Whiskers before the stuffed cat fell to the dusty ground. He reached in and grabbed the small bag of toys she’d kept in the truck while they traveled. “You’re going to put her in the yellow room, right?”
“Yeah. Lead the way. I’ll be right behind you, so you can get her all tucked into bed.” He hesitated for a step and turned back to Eric. “I’ll be right back down.”
He needed to find out the details of how things had been on the ranch. Even though they’d spoken everyday, he still wanted to touch base and check on all the livestock.
Billy carried Laynie up the stairs, preoccupied by watching her father’s ass sway as he went up before them. Damn, he’d missed biting that bit of flesh the last couple of days. To distract himself before he got an unwelcome erection, he glanced down at the still sleeping girl in his arms. She had tucked her hands up against her lips. She didn’t suck her thumb, but Billy wouldn’t be surprised if she had when she was younger. It was definitely a soothing, sleepy time action for her.
She murmured, “Daddy?” as Billy laid her in bed.
He turned to where Steven was already pulling her pajamas out of her small bag. “You okay getting her settled?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Steven’s face softened as he gazed down at his sleeping daughter. “But hurry back before I fall asleep.” This time, Steven’s expression was anything but soft, and that hot, sexy look made Billy really fucking hard.
He’d missed having Steven close the last couple of nights. Hopefully, they could change that tonight. He shot down the stairs, suddenly wanting to get his chores done really quickly.
He burst out of the front door and ran right into Eric.
Eric grabbed hold of him and steadied him with the full weight of his body. “Hey, where’s the fire?”
“Sorry. It’s just been a long week, and I’m ready to get to bed.”
Eric scowled. “Since when are you this guy?”
Billy tugged out of the hold Eric still held onto him, not liking the intrusion into his personal space. “What do you mean?”
Eric threw up his arms. “Just a few months ago, you had said you didn’t plan to ever get serious with anyone.” He flung his arm toward the house and began to yell, “Now, you have your new boy-toy ensconced in your house. And now his kid? What the fuck, Billy?”
Billy shoved Eric off the porch, worried that Steven or Laynie might hear his former lover throwing his temper tantrum. “Keep your voice down,” he hissed.
Eric looked equal parts pissed off and hurt.
The hurt cooled Billy’s own temper. He took a deep breath. “Look, I’m sorry. I know what it looks like from the outside, but I care for Steven a lot. I never thought that would happen to me, and I’m really trying not to fuck it up, which I can do really well on my own. I don’t need your help with that.”
“So, it’s true.” Eric’s voice cracked. “You’re serious about him, and now what? The two of you—although I guess it’s three now—are just going to have this perfect, little family here? Well, fuck you, Billy. I would have given you that, but you wouldn’t even give me the chance.”
Eric stormed off into the dark of the night, headed toward the small log cabin.
Billy let him go, thinking that a cooling off period might be good. Of course, it had been a shock to Eric to see that Steven and he had gotten so close.
Billy sure as hell never would have expected it.
Billy couldn’t explain to Eric that it wouldn’t have mattered if he had given the two of them a chance. Eric wasn’t Steven and that was the difference. Billy had fallen in love with Steven. But that didn’t change the fact that no matter how much of an ass Eric was being right now, he had always been a good guy. He was just hurt, and Billy didn’t want to hurt him more.
This thing between him and Steven was different. He’d never felt like this before, not even with Adam. Their connection was the type that inspired love songs and poems. It felt more real than anything Billy had ever felt with anyone. It was both incredible and terrifying. Kind of like how he imagined jumping out of a plane might feel.
He just had to hope and pray that his parachute opened. Otherwise, he didn’t think he would survive that crash into the ground.
***
A HALF AN HOUR LATER, Billy opened the door slowly to his bedroom. Steven had almost given up on the man. He leaned against the corner post of the bed and roughly stroked his fist up and down his rigid shaft.
Billy’s gaze dropped to Steven’s hand, and his mouth dropped open. “Fucking hell, Steven. I thought you’d be asleep already.”
“No.” His voice sounded thick as the lust that had settled low in his groin made every other bodily function difficult to perform, even just talking. It was hard to think when all the blood in his body was converging south. “I wanted to wait up for you.” Up being the operative word there since his cock stood rigid and straight up, flush against his belly.
“Mmm.” Billy licked his lips and swallowed as he continued to follow the slide of that hand with his gaze.
“It occurs to me,” Steven said, “that you are wearing way too many clothes to come to bed.”
Billy’s gaze flew to his like he wasn’t sure what he wanted.
Steven had thought he was being pretty damn obvious about it, but he stepped toward Billy.
Billy backed up a step. “I thought you were tired.”
Steven frowned and tilted his head. Had he totally misread the situation here? But there was definitely a gleam of interest in Billy’s expression. “Tired? Yes. But too tired?” Steven shook his head. “I don’t think that’s even possible. I’ll always be up for this with you.”
Still, Billy didn’t come any farther into the room.
So, Steven stopped touching himself. “Talk to me,” he said in a low, serious tone. “Is something going on that I don’t know about? I thought we were on the same page. Is this about Eric?”
Oh, god. What if seeing his former lover upset had reminded Billy how much he cared about the man? God, he was such an idiot. Here he stood, trying to seduce Billy, when Billy wanted the man outside.
Billy shook his head and stepped toward Steven. “No, that’s not it at all.” He ran his hand over his face, rubbing his eyes, and suddenly, Steven could see the exhaustion there...and the fear. “It’s that you mean too much to me. I’ve never had something...someone...matter this much in my life. Every move we make that pulls us closer together seems like it’s one step closer to when it all explodes in my face. That terrifies the shit out of me, Steven.
”Now, there’s Laynie.” Billy flung an arm toward the door, toward that precious little girl that had blown into their lives. “It’s so much more important that we don’t fuck this up. She’s had so much go wrong in her young life already. I’m terrified that I’ll make a misstep, and her life will be in turmoil again.”
To hear Billy echo the same fears that had been circling in Steven’s mind all week provided more than a little relief. Billy cared just as much as he did. He grinned, stepped up to Billy, and nipped at the corner of his lip.
“I’m glad my fear makes you happy,” Billy groused.
Steven shook his head. “It’s not the fear that does it. It’s that we’re exactly on the same page. It’s like you’re living in a corner of my brain right now. Fuck, Billy. I was thinking the same exact thing just a few minutes ago.” This man truly was the other half of his heart.
“But you know what? Hearing you say it does make me feel better, more secure in what we’re doing. It means that we’re on the same page about how much this relationship matters. And if we’re this scared of fucking it up, then I feel like we have a better chance at not doing exactly that.”
He wrapped his arm around Billy’s waist. “Now, I think you should come to bed, so I can remind you how important it is that we don’t fuck this up.”
A month ago, he never would have accepted this relationship, but every day he spent with Billy, the more positive he became that they were right together.
He stripped off Billy’s shirt and brushed his mouth and teeth over his chest while Billy stripped himself of his jeans and underwear.
“I want you to fuck me tonight where I can see you,” Steven said. His chest and lungs felt so much better, clearer, he thought he could physically handle it. And mentally...yeah, he wanted this...badly. His cock leaked pre-cum at the thought of watching Billy’s expression as they made love.
“I think I can get on board with that,” Billy said.
He drew Billy over to the bed and gently shoved him down onto the mattress. Straddling Billy’s thighs, Steven lined up their hard cocks and watched the slip and slide of the two of them together. Thicker than him, Billy’s cock was darker than his skin tone, a high contrast to Steven’s naturally pale skin tone and thinner, longer cock.
“We look good together,” Steven said.
Billy leaned up to watch with him. “Hmmhmm.” Billy flexed his ass, moving in the same rhythm with Steven.
So erotic. So hot. So sexy. Everything about this man, gyrating below him, lit him up inside. His hole flexed with the phantom need for Billy’s cock.
Steven reached over to the nightstand where he’d placed the supplies. He snagged the lube and handed it to Billy. “Get me ready?” Like right now.
He wanted Billy inside him before he lost it prematurely. Already, the friction between their dicks had driven him to the edge of control even though it was way too early.
Billy grabbed the lube bottle and sloppily poured some into his hand.
“Give me some,” Steven said, raising his hand. Both their cocks were leaking, but he knew the slick would help enhance the slide between them in the very best way.
“Oh, yeah,” Billy said as he followed the request.
Steven reached between them and slid his hand over first Billy’s cock and then his own. Then, he fisted both of them together and stroked.
They both groaned at the motion.
Billy’s now slick fingers thrummed over the sensitive skin around his hole before sliding slowly inside. That first invasion always felt so...wrong. But then as his body relaxed into the touch, he lit up, and his cock and balls pulsed, needing more, deeper, harder.
Steven wasn’t sure whether he wanted to thrust his cock into his fist more or flex back into Billy’s teasing touch. Instead of choosing, he matched the rhythm of the stroke of his hand to the maddening touch in his ass.
Billy’s hips flexed harder into Steven’s grip. “So good,” Billy groaned. “Your ass is so tight.” He added a second finger. “I can’t wait to sink inside you, to feel this hot, wet slide against my dick.”
Steven’s length jolted, and Billy’s eyes went to half-mast as he bit his lip and watched their two shafts slide through Steven’s fist. “Damn, that’s hot.”
A third finger entered the play in Steven’s ass. The burn hurt so fucking good, but his balls were tighter than walnuts. “Please,” he gasped. “I need you inside. Now.”
“Oh, yeah,” Billy agreed. “Suit me up, ’kay?”
Billy didn’t have to ask twice. Steven reached over to the table and grabbed the little foil packet making quick work of opening it. He lifted Billy’s leaking cock off his belly and slipped the latex over his length. Then looked to his sexy man for further instruction.
“I want you to ride me,” Billy said. “Lift up and gently guide me inside. Take me as slow as you need. I’m not going anywhere.”
Steven shifted and his hands shook as he did what Billy told him. Slowly, he lowered himself onto Billy’s cock. It burned in a good way as his ass stretched to accommodate Billy’s girth. So good. His eyes closed as a natural instinct of the pleasure, but no, that’s not what he wanted tonight.
He forced them to open again and focused on Billy as he sank lower.
Billy’s eyes were dark, intense, and filled with an emotion that Steven wasn’t sure how to name. He only knew this went way past just sex for both of them.
Slowly he rose up and plunged down, seating Billy deep within him. They both groaned, and he really wanted to let his eyes roll back into his head.
But instead, he forced himself to focus. “You’re so deep inside me. I like knowing that right now in this moment, you’re a part of me.” Pre-cum flowed off the tip of his cock, and his legs shook with the effort to not come. Not yet.
Billy’s hips rose to meet Steven as he pushed down. Billy’s dick brushed over Steven’s prostate, and Steven moaned. “Damn, Billy.”
“Yes! You’re. So. Tight.” Billy emphasized each word with a thrust of his hips.
Steven leaned down to kiss the sexy man speeding up the gyrating below him. He was so close. Tingling spread out from the base of his spine, arcing over his balls. “I’m about—”
His whole body tensed, and cum jetted out of the tip of his cock, coating Billy’s chest with white streaks of liquid. His ass muscles clamped down on Billy, making him feel even huger inside his ass...and so much better.
Billy groaned and tensed. “Fuck. Ste—ven.” His dick grew insanely larger and jolted as Billy, on a groan, pulsed deep inside him, filling the condom. His eyes had rolled back in his head in pleasure.
Steven had done that to him. His cock jerked, milking even more cum out of the tip. His whole body still shook with the force of his orgasm. Another shudder of pleasure rolled down his spine.
Ignoring the mess between them, he finally collapsed onto Billy’s chest so he could hide how their lovemaking had left him shaking like a leaf. So powerful.
Under his ear against Billy’s chest, his heart raced just as fast as Steven’s. He placed his palm over the hair-covered pec.
“I’m going to have to start taking my vitamins.” Billy’s voice rumbled in his chest.
Steven laughed lightly. “Why’s that?”
That laugh melted into a groan as Billy reached down and held the condom while he slipped out. He dropped the condom over the side of the bed into the trashcan. “I’m dating a younger man. I think I’m going to need help to keep up.”
Steven lifted his head to examine Billy in surprise. “How old are you?”
“Forty-three.” Billy moaned like that number made him elderly.
Steven shook his head mournfully and winced. “Ooh, yeah, that is pretty old. Damn, five years. Soon, I’ll be visiting you in an old folks home.”
Billy raised a challenging eyebrow and rolled the two of them over. “I’ll show you old.”
And then he went on to prove that stamina didn’t rely completely on age.