“Hmm…I don’t mind rides…if you’re offering one.” He batted his lashes, gratified when Mitch growled low in his throat before ushering him forward.
“Careful, little one. I might just take you up on that.”
“Why do you think I offered?” He laughed, turning in the direction Mitch indicated. Peter quickly realized there was no way he was getting through this crowd. Luckily, Mitch took the reins and ploughed through the people, directing them past a stage with a hypnotist working a massive crowd and along a path lined with food stalls. “Eww, deep fried jelly beans? Who would eat those?”
Mitch slanted a glance his way. “You want to try one?”
“Hello, of course!”
Not even bothering to hide his chuckle, Mitch stopped by the vendor, getting a bag of what looked like Timbits, just like the little donut holes. Peter reached in, grabbing one and biting into it. “Huh, tastes like a jelly Timbit. What’s so great about that?”
Mitch leaned down, eating the other half of the treat right out of Peter’s hand. His tongue brushed over Peter’s finger before he straightened. “Hmm, you’re right.”
Peter couldn’t move. He blinked up at Mitch, lips parted. He swayed toward the other man but a cautious glance around made him stop. Gay marriage may be legal here but they were still in conservative country and some of these folks might not appreciate an up-close-and-personal view of Peter crawling all over his own cowboy.
He’d just save that image for later.
They kept moving toward what Peter assumed were the barns. He couldn’t see anything but people, though, so he had no clue where he was going. The Saddledome appeared on his left, and yep, it definitely looked like a pringle chip. He wasn’t going to admit that to Mitch though, the man was cowboy enough that he’d probably argue it was most definitely shaped like a saddle.
To their right was the midway, and Peter nearly lost his lunch when he saw a big yellow ride fling people around and around, like a demented Ferris wheel with only two buckets on each end of a giant arm. “Who would do something like that?”
“Hey, it takes all kinds.”
He nodded, agreeing with Mitch.
“Mitch? Hey, Mitch!”
Both men turned at the voice, seeing a man standing right beside them eating a long corn dog. His tongue twirled around the tip before he bit down with a moan. The stranger was about Peter’s height, which put him a good six inches shorter than Mitch, but he appeared to be completely ripped under his denim and plaid.
Mitch laughed, before holding out his hand. “Hey, Denny.”
“Long time, no see.” Denny shook Mitch’s hand before giving Peter an up and down perusal. “New friend?”
“This is Peter. He’s new to the city. Peter, meet Denny. He works at Cattleman’s Saloon.”
“Nice to meet you, Peter.” If Denny’s hand lingered for a moment, Peter wasn’t going to complain. He seemed harmless.
“How’s Brooke?” Mitch asked.
“She’s doing good. Just started dating some guy named Cooper. Freaking hot guy. I’m loving him. But, why haven’t you brought your little eye candy to see me, yet? Should I be upset?”
Peter laughed at Denny’s antics. The man was certainly entertaining. And very gay, based on the way he was eyeing both of them up. Well, wasn’t that flattering?
“We’ll be by later, I promise. You working tomorrow night?”
“Naturally.”
“Okay, save us a seat at the bar, and I’ll catch up with you. Say hi to Brooke if you see her before I do.”
“Bye, handsome. And goodbye, Mitch.” Denny walked away with a laugh and a wave.
Peter shook his head. “I like your friend.” He waggled his brows back and forth.
Mitch placed his arm around Peter’s waist and tightened his hold. “Watch it.”
Peter chuckled in response. Oh, he liked winding his cowboy up. Especially since Mitch had absolutely nothing to worry about. Peter was a one-cowboy man.
They passed a couple stalls selling clothing, and he was momentarily distracted by the cowboy hats. He hadn’t gotten one when he went to the gay rodeo, pretty much because he wasn’t sure if people actually wore them here or if that was just a rumour that passed around Vancouver. Glancing around him, he realized about half the people here at Stampede were wearing them. Including his own personal cowboy, of course. He’d probably look stupid though. Peter started walking again.
“Hold up.” Mitch grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the stand. “Which one were you looking at?”
“Oh, no. I…”
“Peter.” Mitch folded his arms across his chest, just staring at him.
“I honestly don’t know.” He glanced over at the hats, way more variety than he’d assumed. Heck, didn’t they only come in black or white. Or straw, he’d seen them in movies before. But there were dozens upon dozens of different styles and colors here. His inner shopper gave a big yeehaw at the sight.
He couldn’t decide, though. There was just too much to choose from and the ones that really caught his eye he wouldn’t be able to wear in public here.
“Excuse me, can you take down that white hat.” Mitch flagged one of the people behind the counter. “The one with the turquoise.”
Peter stared in shock when one of the hats he’d been admiring appeared in front of him. He opened his mouth, closing it with a snap when the hat was pressed down onto his head.
“Perfect.” Mitch’s voice was a raspy growl, sending tingles down Peter’s spine.
“It’s a girl’s hat,” he whispered, looking around to see if anyone was staring at them. He loved it, but he’d heard time and again how redneck this city could be back when he’d been living in Vancouver. He didn’t want anyone causing trouble.
“So? You were eyeing it. How much?”
It took a moment for Peter to realize that hadn’t been directed at him. It took him an even longer moment to realize that Mitch was paying for his hat. He lifted a hand, rubbing the turquoise cabochon at the front of his hat. Wow, he didn’t know what to say to that. Nobody had ever spoiled him like this before. What made it all better was that he could tell Mitch wasn’t doing it as some kind of trade off.
“Thank you,” he said, shy all of a sudden.
“Welcome. It suits you.” Mitch smiled, a crooked grin that made Peter’s chest ache at the sight. He was all out of sorts now.
They finally made their way to the barns, walking through and seeing all the animals. He laughed at the sight of the sheep wearing little rain coats with hoods drawn over their heads like batman or something. Mitch had just grinned at him and then chuckled when Peter had to stop and look at a sheep with the biggest balls he’d ever seen. He might have been a bit wide-eyed, but man… biggest balls ever.
Mitch picked up his pace when they reached the horse stalls. He made his way through until they entered an area with a sign that said Heavy Horses.
“Christ, Mitch, how big is that horse?” The beauty was pitch black, in a stall that was nearly the same size of the horse. Just calmly standing in there, blinking one dark eye at the two of them.
Mitch reached a hand between the bars to rub the horses nose. “This guy must be close to 19 hands. He’s a Percheron. Beauty, isn’t he?”
“Do you have any of these horses?” He knew that Mitch had competed with his own horse at the gay rodeo, but he wasn’t that up on the different types of horses that you could have.
“No. The horses at the ranch are mostly Quarter Horses and Appaloosas. None of these lovelies.”
“Man, that must be cool.”
Mitch just grinned again, leading him out of the building and around to a separate area. They passed the military boys with all their big machines on display. Kids were climbing all over the tank under the watchful eyes of army men wearing cowboy hats. Well, didn’t that just hit two of his weak spots in one go.
Mitch rested a palm on his lower back, dragging his attention back to the man he was with. Peter sheep
ishly smiled up at him, blushing when he spotted the possessive glower in the man’s gaze.
They reached a big tent, walking in to see even more horses lined up in stalls. “What do these guys do here?”
“These babies are Belgians and they’re just resting in their stalls until their events. The heavy horses all compete in the pulling competitions, and those Percherons back there are show beauties that come here to demonstrate driving.”
“Hmm…” Peter walked along the stalls, amused when Mitch crooned to a few of them. Even more amused when the horses turned their big heads and tried to get closer to the bars.
“Oh my God!” Peter stopped dead, hoping he hadn’t shouted that. Man, and wasn’t that a sight. One of the big Belgians was very very happy to be here. Very happy.
A big body crowded his back, a hand placed on his hip. “Is someone being naughty?”
“I’m not being naughty. Horse boy in there is the one that’s being all pervy,” he whispered.
Mitch laughed, moving away. He reached over, grabbing Peter’s hand and making him walk with him down the rest of the aisle. Peter couldn’t help looking back, it was like a car accident. You just couldn’t help but look.
He was suddenly outside, spun around and pressed up against a wall.
“You’re adorable.”
Peter smiled up at his cowboy. “You think so?”
Mitch grinned in return, his head slowly lowering, probably giving Peter time to stop him. Either that or Mitch just liked doing things slow. And guh, that brought up naughty images in his mind.
His lips were brushed, once, twice, before Mitch settled in to stay. Peter moaned, reaching out and grasping Mitch’s arms, feeling the hard muscles under his hands.
Mitch drew away, their lips clinging for a moment. The other man held out a white cowboy hat, offering it to Peter. He stared dumbly at it until Mitch chuckled and placed it back on Peter’s head. Hey, when had that come off?
“I’m starting to like this whole Stampede thing.”
“Good. I’m starting to like you.”
Well, didn’t that just make everything sweeter? Yeehaw.
Chapter Four
A few hours later, Peter wiggled in his seat, so excited he could barely stand it.
“If I’d known this was all it took, I would have brought you here earlier in the week,” Mitch drawled.
Turning to give his cowboy a wide grin, Peter wrinkled his nose. “Well, this isn’t all that gets me all hot and bothered, big guy.”
“Hmm.”
The look Mitch turned on him just about had Peter wanting to skip the rest of the event and head somewhere a little more private. Luckily, or unluckily depending on how he wanted to view it, the music started to play. They’d just finished watching the Chuckwagon Races and he was starting to fade, but he couldn’t pass up an opportunity to see the big show after. There was supposed to be a massive fireworks show at the very end and Peter couldn’t wait.
The rodeo had been eye-opening. He’d thought the gay rodeo two weeks ago had been good, but these guys were in a whole different stratosphere. He’d feel bad about thinking that except for seeing how excited Mitch had been to watch the cowboys compete. His big cowboy was practically enthralled. If he hadn’t known better he would have been a tad bit jealous.
Mmm, the smouldering look was back. Peter absolutely loved how rough and dominant his big teddy bear could get. It made the soft and gentle moments all the more tender.
They’d gone out a number of times in the past two weeks and Peter had even gotten the pleasure of visiting Mitch’s ranch and seeing Mitch in a pair of working chaps. Holy hell. It had been a sight worth seeing, and what Mitch did to him after made everything even better. He’d never been happier to know that Mitch had his own home.
He was sure Mitch’s family was glad of the fact, too. Peter couldn’t exactly hold in his excitement around Mitch. And Mitch had nearly bust a gut when he’d spied the little sequined number Peter had been wearing under his oh-so-plain shorts and tee.
He loved seeing the light in Mitch’s eyes whenever he spotted Peter in something feminine. It was probably identical to the look Peter got whenever Mitch wore his chaps and cowboy hat. He still hadn’t gotten the big guy to wear the chaps sans jeans, but it was going to happen one of these days. He’d just have to get Mitch all liquored up first.
Or… maybe Peter could get a little pair of chaps for himself. Pink? Rhinestones? Oh, turquoise rhinestones to match his cowboy hat. Definitely. Peter had to stop himself before he rubbed his hands together with glee.
“Baby, I can tell when you’re distracted. Better pay attention or you’ll miss the show.”
Peter smiled up at Mitch, surreptitiously sliding closer to him. He wanted to lay his head on Mitch’s shoulder, but there were a few too many people in the audience.
“Thanks, Mitch.” Settling back in the most uncomfortable seat imaginable, Peter was just in time to see the first young performer come on stage and start singing.
Nearly an hour later, Peter was leaning forward, holding onto the rail in front of him. He could practically hear Mitch glowering beside him, but he couldn’t help himself.
“Oh. My. God. Did you see that? Oh, wow. Oh… that’s so… so… oooh!”
“You’re asking for it.”
“Holy crap. Oh, wow wow wow!”
“I mean it, baby. You’re getting your ass blistered tonight. We may not even make it all the way home if you do not stop drooling over the fucking dancer.”
Peter lifted his hand and touched his chin. Oh, good. No drool. “I can’t help it.” He pointed helplessly toward the stage and the First Nation’s dancers, including a hoop dancer that had him enthralled. “Oh, that’s amazing.”
Uh oh. Silence greeted his last statement. Sitting back, he aimed a small smile in Mitch’s direction. The heated look that met his gaze nearly had him creaming in his skintight jeans. Peter ducked his head to hide his glee. He was most definitely going to feel this the next morning. Maybe even for a few days.
Deciding not to push his luck—and accidentally push Mitch into giving him a spanking in the middle of the Grandstand and twenty thousand spectators—Peter went back to watching the show.
When the last firework faded and the other spectators began to file out, Peter had to physically stop himself from bouncing in his seat. Mitch remained silent but the colossal paw that grasped his arm more than made up for it.
They barely made it to Mitch’s big ass truck, parked five blocks away from the Stampede grounds, before Peter was hitched up against his favourite resting post and practically devoured. Mitch growled into his mouth, attacking his lips. Peter moaned, humping his hips against Mitch, desperate for release. One meaty hand reached down and palmed his ass before sliding a digit down along his crease. Even through the denim Peter could feel it. He wiggled, wanting more.
Mitch pulled him up, getting Peter to straddle his lap. Peter frantically tried to unzip his jeans, cursing the tight fit when he nearly cut off his own dick. The fact they were in public did nothing to cool his ardour. Air finally washed over his heated flesh, causing him to whimper with need. Mitch grasped Peter’s cock, pulling it firmly. Peter swallowed, sucking Mitch’s tongue for one glorious moment before he was tossing his head back and gasping out his orgasm.
Slumping forward, Peter shifted his hips and felt the massive bulge under him. Oh, Mitch hadn’t… Man, this was going to be a great night.
He lifted his head, pressing a kiss to Mitch’s lips. Mitch lifted a brow.
“You did that on purpose.”
“Maybe.” He tried for an innocent shrug. By Mitch’s snort, he didn’t quite achieve the look.
“You take your vitamins this morning?”
Peter nodded.
“Good. I might let you sleep around dawn. If you behave.”
Smirking now, Peter leaned up for another kiss. “Yeehaw.”
Peter was definitely gratified when they barely made it back
to his apartment before Mitch was pushing him down on the bed and attacking his lips again.
They were both stripped naked in record time, and soon Peter was a wiggling mass of nerve endings as Mitch did everything he could to drive him crazy.
When Mitch pulled away all Peter could do was whimper in protest. Mitch kissed his lips soothingly. “Give me a minute. I need to get you ready.”
Within moments Mitch was back, holding up a small bottle and a handful of condoms.
“Yeehaw,” Peter chuckled. “How about you check out the fit of my saddle?”
Mitch grinned wickedly before laying down beside Peter. The fingers that bumped Peter’s ass were slick. Peter canted his hips, eager to feel Mitch inside him already. Mitch slid one finger in, and his groan melded with Peter’s heartfelt cry.
More, he needed more. It wasn’t enough. Peter grabbed hold of Mitch and rolled them over until he was sitting up and straddling Mitch’s hips.
“That’s it, babe. You’re going to ride me.” Mitch smoothed both hands up Peter’s back and pressed down gently.
Getting the picture, Peter blanketed Mitch’s body with his own and gave Mitch his lips. They kissed hungrily. Tongues duelling while they explored each other’s bodies with their hands. Peter shifted in place and felt Mitch’s hair roughened legs slide along his.
Mitch removed one hand and groped for something beside them. Peter could have helped him, but he was too busy devouring Mitch’s mouth. Mitch tore the wrapper in his hand before rolling the condom over his shaft. Peter couldn’t help licking his lips at the sight. Fuck.
Grabbing hold of Peter’s thighs, Mitch lifted up with his hands. Peter obligingly anchored his knees on either side of Mitch’s hips and reached back for Mitch’s cock. The hard dick that bumped against his ass made him toss his head in anticipation.
Mitch pressed in, the head of his cock parting Peter’s ass. Peter could barely keep his eyes open, but he wanted to see everything. Mitch’s teeth were clenched and his eyes half open and gazing up at Peter with a fierce expression.
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