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Eventually.
Nate envied Sol’s confidence on a horse, looking as though he’d ridden all his life.
I want to feel that way.
On impulse, he removed his phone from his pocket and typed.
Can I have another go at riding this afternoon?His thighs were already aching, a little more exercise wouldn’t hurt.
Zeeb’s reply was instantaneous, almost as if he’d been waiting for Nate’s message.
Sure. Anytime you’re ready. Maybe when you feel up to it, we’ll follow a trail.
A moment later, another message popped up.
A nice easy one. With a lake at the end of it. We can take your gear with us.
Nate had to smile. “You’re getting to know me, aren’t you?”
The realization comforted him, but then another thought struck him.
I don’t mind getting to know Zeeb.
In fact, he liked the prospect.
Chapter Fourteen
July 16, 2024
Sol openedhis eyes and stretched. Dawn hadn’t made an appearance yet, but he knew it wouldn’t be long before Butch woke up, his hair tousled, eyes half-open, looking adorable as fuck, not that Sol would ever say that word out loud to him.
Butch would probably protest that real cowboys are never adorable.
He took advantage of the quiet to replay his meeting with Nate. The guy had been as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs.
That line about me not being like the others.Sol would bet anything theotherswere people like himself. Therapists. Counselors.
Why did I make you nervous, Nate?
Speculating with nothing to go on was a futile occupation. Besides, there was a gorgeous man lying next to him, his bare shoulders begging to be kissed.
Sol smiled to himself.And a tight hole begging to be fucked.
Morning sex with Butch was one of Sol’s favorite ways to spend time. Hell, it was one of life’s simple pleasures, like good coffee. And it didn’t have to be Olympic-level acrobatics. Sometimes it was nothing but a lazy, half-asleep grind. Then there was mutual morning wood appreciation. Butch had grown into an amazing cock sucker.
Sol had something different in mind.
He rolled onto his side, tugged his pillow into the center, then slid his arm across Butch’s waist. Butch stirred a little, and without opening his eyes, he covered Sol’s hand with his own. Sol pressed his lips to Butch’s shoulder, and Butch turned, lying on his back.
“Mornin’.”
Sol leaned over and kissed him, loving the soft moan that escaped him. Sol chuckled. “You know, two years ago, you’d have been running for the bathroom to rinse and gargle before you let me within two feet of your lips.”
Butch cackled. “And now I just go with the flow? I guess love is stronger than last night’s dinner—unless it’s Matt’s curry. I might draw a line at that.” He wrinkled his nose. “’Cause we’re talkin’ dragon breath.” He rolled onto his side, facing Sol, and the kissing resumed, slow, tender, ‘not a care in the world’ kisses.
Food for his soul.
“The bathroom’s not such a bad idea,” Sol mused.
