“You two keep it down in there. Christ, no one wants to even know you two are having sex, much less hear it.” AJ chuckled.
“Fuck off, AJ.” Micah and Tucker yelled at the same time, then burst into laughter.
Micah’s laugh was a little strained, but fortunately Tucker didn’t seem to notice. Tucker hopped up and held a hand down to Micah.
Taking his hand, Micah allowed Tucker to help him up. As Tucker disappeared back into the bathroom, shaking his head, Micah swallowed the lump in his throat. He knew Tucker was leaving. Micah just had to make sure his heart stayed here when Tucker left.
Chapter Eight
Tucker woke in the middle of the night to a warm, firm body snuggled against him. Ah damn, that’s nice. His mind struggled to remember what had led up to him having a man in his bed, but couldn’t quite focus past the warmth and comfort. How long had it been since he’d allowed a lover to spend the whole night? It wasn’t something he normally did, but at the moment, he couldn’t remember why he didn’t like his lovers sleeping over. He was very cozy. He wrapped his arm around the slim waist and burrowed his face in the man’s neck. Tucker stuck his tongue out, tasting the slightly salty skin, and received an “Mmm” from the body in front of him.
Bucking up against the firm ass nestled against his erection, Tucker ran his fingers over smooth, bare ab muscles. Lovely. Slim and sleek like a swimmer, or a runner. Whoever it was had a sinewy build with very little body hair. The type of lover Tucker had always adored. It was a nice contrast to his own body and always reminded him of Mic—
Tucker’s eyes flew open, and he was afraid to breathe. Glancing down, he studied the black sleep-tousled hair and stunning profile. Micah.
“Mmm… ’ker.”
Tucker sucked in a breath. Had Micah just said Tucker? Micah’s voice was rough and drowsy, but it had sure sounded like Tucker’s name. If Micah did say Tucker, it meant he realized what he was doing. Right? And that meant Tucker could enjoy it, right? Tucker questioned his logic for about two seconds before running his hand over Micah’s belly again. “What?”
“Doan stob.” Micah wiggled his butt up against Tucker’s cock again and pressed his back to Tucker’s chest.
Micah wasn’t eighteen anymore, he was an adult now. If Micah wanted Tucker too, what would it really hurt? They were married. And why did that make Tucker smile? Lord, he really was a possessive bastard. His cock was so fucking hard it throbbed. This was, in a sense, looking after Micah. Okay, that was a stretch, even for Tucker, but still… He was so tired of denying them both what they wanted. This moment had been inevitable since the second Micah walked back into Tucker’s life.
Tucker trailed his fingers down Micah’s belly, over the tight cotton briefs. Oh yeah, Tucker wasn’t the only one wanting. Flattening his hand, he rubbed it over the hard ridge of Micah’s cock and was rewarded with a moan. A long, throaty moan that sounded sexy as hell.
Micah thrust forward, asking for more.
“You sure about this?”
“Please.” Goddamn, Micah’s voice sounded good first thing in the morning. It was all rusty and…deep.
Nuzzling his face in the bend of Micah’s neck, Tucker slipped his hand past the elastic in Micah’s briefs and gripped one of the thickest pricks Tucker had ever had the pleasure of touching. It jerked in his hand.
Micah thrust his hips forward, making his dick slide through Tucker’s grip. He fumbled behind him and over Tucker’s hip. Finally, Micah’s hand slid between them, tickling Tucker’s hipbone, then gripping his boner without moving his boxers.
“Fuck.” Aw man, he was such a goner. He hadn’t wanted to admit it even to himself, but after they’d made love the first time, he’d never been able to get over Micah. Tucker had missed Micah something terrible and wondered if he’d done the right thing by leaving that night. To this day, abandoning Micah had been one of the hardest things Tucker had ever done.
Licking a line up Micah’s neck, Tucker closed his eyes. He lost himself in the salty taste and musky smell of his man.
Micah stroked up then down through the thin cotton of Tucker’s boxers as he pushed his own cock through Tucker’s hand again.
A tingle raced up Tucker’s back. Damn, that felt good. It’d feel better if he could lose the shorts though. Kissing Micah’s stubbly jaw right behind his ear, Tucker reluctantly let go of Micah’s dick. “Turn over, baby.”
With a groan of protest, Micah loosened his grip on Tucker and rolled over and tangled the bedcovers. Micah’s long dark lashes hid his big copper-colored eyes. If not for the light dusting of beard stubble on his cheeks, he’d have looked sweet and innocent.
Who was Tucker kidding? Micah did look sweet and innocent. Pushing the blanket and sheets off them, Tucker bunched the covers around their knees. He shouldn’t do this. It was going to make leaving even harder than it was going to be already.
Micah pressed against Tucker, snuggling close. As Micah fished out Tucker’s prick, Micah rooted around with his face until he buried it against the base of Tucker’s neck. Little grunts and moans poured out of Micah. Languorously, he ran his hand up and down Tucker’s cock, completely oblivious to the inner struggle Tucker waged with himself. Micah situated his knee between Tucker’s thighs, and ground against Tucker. Micah made no move to hurry, just sort of went with the flow.
Fuck it. Stuffing his hand past the cotton waistband of Micah’s underwear, Tucker grabbed Micah’s cock again and started stroking the smooth skin in time with Micah’s ministrations. Using his other hand, Tucker dislodged Micah’s mouth from his neck and tilted his face up. Micah’s eyes were still closed and the serene peaceful expression was still in place. He was amazing. How had no one snatched him up already? Thank God for small country towns where being gay just wasn’t an option for most. Slanting his lips down over Micah’s, Tucker probed for entrance with his tongue.
Micah’s eyes shot open wide. He gasped and jerked back, letting go of Tucker. Micah clutched his hands into his chest, looking like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Tucker frowned. A sinking feeling settled in his stomach and his erection dwindled. Micah had been asleep.
“Don’t stop. We both want this. I’m tired of fighting it.” Catching Micah around the waist, Tucker covered Micah’s mouth with his again. He pressed through Micah’s lips as the heat of Micah’s nearly naked body pushed against him. It was absolute heaven. Micah felt so damn right in his arms, like he belonged there. Please don’t let him pull away again.
A small whimper left Micah’s lips as he opened his mouth and kissed Tucker back. His tongue tangled with Tucker’s and his arms wound around Tucker’s neck. Micah thrust against Tucker’s leg then moved back, gasping. Micah’s gaze traveled down Tucker’s body, focusing on Tucker’s already hard prick.
“Oh damn.” Tucker looked his fill too.
Micah’s stomach heaved in and out with his breath. His cock was hard and begging for attention with a wet spot staining the cotton briefs.
Tucker’s own breath caught at the sheer beauty before him. Grabbing Micah’s underwear, Tucker yanked them down Micah’s thighs and off, then drew him forward by his prick. Feeling the hard heat against his lower stomach, Tucker moaned before crashing his mouth down on Micah’s.
With a dazed look on his face, Micah pulled back again and shook his head as if to clear it. “We shouldn’t do this.” His voice didn’t sound at all convincing.
“The hell we shouldn’t.”
Micah closed his eyes for a few seconds, clearly struggling against his conscience, and opened them. “Okay.” Just like that, Micah was on Tucker, knocking him onto his back and climbing on top of him. Micah was everywhere. It was exactly what Tucker remembered of their one night together. The sounds of their breathing and wet kisses filled Tucker’s head, making him ache as much as the feel of Micah against him did. Why had Tucker waited so long to do this? Never again was he going to go without this.
Wedging his hand be
tween them, Micah shoved it down the front of Tucker’s boxers and gripped him. Micah broke their kiss, gazing at Tucker with a smirk on his lips. “I’m on top.”
Tucker chuckled, feeling happy down deep in his bones. “So you are. Why don’t you scoot up here?” Gripping Micah’s bare butt, Tucker urged him closer.
Micah groaned and scooted up. Holding his prick with one hand, he dropped forward and rested his other hand on the bed above Tucker’s head. The tip of his cock stopped only inches away from Tucker’s lips. Fuck, Micah was something. Tucker pulled Micah closer and opened his mouth, taking Micah in.
“Ah, mios dio.”
Oh my God is right. Micah’s smooth, hard prick slid through Tucker’s lips. At first Micah moved slow, his prick gliding along Tucker’s tongue, stopping just before the head popped from Tucker’s mouth. The not quite salty taste of pre-come was faint, but it was like manna from heaven. The look of pure bliss on Micah’s face and the taut ab muscles had Tucker’s own prick throbbing and begging for relief. He used his grip on Micah’s ass to control the speed of Micah’s thrust, making him move faster.
“Oh mierda, that feels good.” Sitting and still holding his prick, Micah stared at Tucker’s mouth. With his other hand he traced Tucker’s lips where they stretched around his cock.
Tucker moaned at the sheer excitement he read in Micah’s face. Imagining the sight Micah was seeing, Tucker reached up with his free hand and held his fingers to Micah’s lips.
Micah sucked his fingers in with relish. His eyes closed but his hips never faltered. Goddamn, that was hot. Closing his own eyes, Tucker savored the wet heat surrounding his fingers. He couldn’t wait to watch his own cock push into Micah’s pretty mouth.
Crawling off Tucker, Micah landed on the mattress beside him, digging at something on his side of the bed. Micah’s pale, muscular ass wiggled.
“What’re you doing?” Cupping one cheek, Tucker squeezed.
“Getting lube.” Micah made a distressed groan. “Damn it, I can’t find it.”
Jerking his gaze away from Micah’s behind, Tucker scooted so he could see what Micah was doing.
Digging between the mattress and box springs, Micah removed a small flip-top bottle. “Ah-ha!” As he sat, Micah’s pretty prick bobbed. “Why do you still have your underwear on?”
Tucker lifted his butt and slid his underwear off. He removed them so quick, his cock slapped against his belly. Before he even knew what hit him, Micah tossed the lube at him and engulfed his dick.
“Oh Jesus!” Even though Tucker had wanted this, he wasn’t ready for it. His balls drew closer and his stomach muscles flexed. A tingle raced up his spine. There was a muffled “hmm” and a vibration tickled his prick. Tucker closed his eyes, just feeling the glorious mouth on him. Oh God, did he just—? Ah. The tip of his cock hit soft tissue. “Oh damn, baby.” Tucker had to see this. He lifted his head and threaded his fingers through Micah’s thick black hair, urging him on.
Fingers skimmed over Tucker’s balls and the sexy slurping sounds started. He dropped his head back down, staring at the plain white ceiling, trying not to come. His head was going to shoot right off if Micah kept that up.
Releasing Tucker’s prick, Micah raised his head but didn’t stop caressing Tucker’s balls. When Micah didn’t continue sucking after a few seconds, Tucker looked down at him.
Micah blinked as if he was trying to focus. He probably was, without his glasses. “Lube.”
Lube? Oh, right. Tucker located the bottle and squirted some on his fingers. Closing it and tossing it aside, he trailed his fingers through Micah’s crease. Tucker was rewarded with a little wiggle of Micah’s hips. Oh, the way Micah situated himself on his knees did nice things for his cock and balls. Damn, that looked obscene and…delicious. Tucker kept rubbing the puckered opening with his slick fingers but used his other hand to swat the pale ass, just to see that wiggle again. Oh yeah, there it is. Tucker sank a finger in Micah’s tight body as Micah’s mouth closed around him. The moan around Tucker’s cock had him gasping.
“Mmmm…” Micah’s head came up and he pushed back onto Tucker’s finger. Abruptly, he dislodged Tucker’s finger from his ass and reached for the lube. Turning around, Micah opened it. He grabbed Tucker’s already saliva-slicked prick and poured the slippery liquid over it.
“Micah…” Tucker sounded desperate, even to his own ears.
Flicking the bottle shut with his chin, Micah tossed it toward the head of the bed. He straddled Tucker’s hips and lowered himself on Tucker’s cock.
Tucker couldn’t do anything but watch and feel. His breath completely left his lungs, and he savored the feeling. He wasn’t sure what was better, the tight heat of Micah’s hole engulfing him or the sight of Micah’s hard, leaking cock. Grabbing Micah’s waist, Tucker raised his head, watching as his prick disappeared inside Micah. Only when Micah’s ass rested on his hips did Tucker look at Micah’s face. “Oh damn.”
With his eyes closed, Micah caught his bottom lip between his teeth and dropped his head forward. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and licked his lips. He chuckled. “I—I can’t see you.”
Damn, wasn’t Micah something? Tucker slid his hand up Micah’s tanned side, urging him closer. When Micah’s face was inches from Tucker’s, Tucker raised and kissed Micah on the lips. “How about now?”
Micah nodded. “Yeah,” he whispered. “I can feel you too.” His voice quivered.
They sat there for several minutes staring at one another. Tucker knew at that very moment it was going to be hell leaving Micah again. Tucker wished he could stay on The Bar D and make Micah more than a convenient husband.
Tucker’s eyes grew watery and he closed them. Damn, what was wrong with him? He wasn’t usually this emotional.
Moving, Micah put his hands on Tucker’s chest and rose onto his knees before sitting right back down.
A shiver raced up Tucker’s spine and he opened his eyes. Jesus, Micah was so tight. There was no way this was going to last. Tucker should take charge but all he could do was lay there and feel as Micah began to fuck him in a slow, steady pace.
Grasping Micah’s hips, Tucker held on and watched the slim body ride him. The tight grip of Micah’s body had Tucker gasping for breath in no time. “Come on, baby.” Tucker grabbed Micah’s cock and tightened his hand, letting Micah push up into it then sink back down on his cock.
“Dios mio.” Micah hurried his pace. His head dropped back and a ragged groan tore from his throat seconds before hot spunk spilled over Tucker’s hand and on his stomach.
That was all it took. Tucker thrust up, pulled Micah down and came. Tucker’s whole body shook as Micah collapsed on top of him.
After several seconds, Tucker wrapped his arms around the slim back and stared up at the ceiling, listening to their panting breaths. Running his hand through Micah’s hair, Tucker kissed Micah’s forehead. It was hot but Tucker would rather gouge his own eyes out than move the precious weight on top of him.
Feeling like his bones had melted, Tucker lay there until Micah’s breath evened out. Asleep. Good, Micah needed it.
Tucker didn’t want to sleep. As long as he could, he was going to hang on to this feeling. Tomorrow was only going to bring questions he couldn’t answer. He knew without a doubt Micah loved him, but what the hell could they do about it?
Chapter Nine
Granddad was dead and it didn’t seem real. Tucker watched with a heavy heart as the coffin was lowered into the ground. Maybe he’d deluded himself into thinking that his grandfather would live forever, he didn’t know, but he felt guilty for not spending more time with him. Tucker couldn’t let this happen with the rest of his family. No matter what, he wasn’t staying away so long again. Shaking himself out of his daze, he focused on Micah.
Micah sat next to Tucker, tears brimming in his eyes and his hands clasped in his lap. It hurt to see him this way. Tucker had been doing his best to protect Micah from any kind of pain, physical or emotional. It m
ade Tucker feel helpless knowing he couldn’t protect Micah from this. The ulcer pain was very infrequent lately and somehow Tucker had managed to distract Micah when he started thinking about their relationship, but this? Tucker couldn’t shield Micah or himself from this. He glanced over at his dad, AJ and Juan. He couldn’t shelter them either.
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Tucker turned his head toward the preacher, not really hearing what he said. The graveside service was brief and before long they were tossing carnations on the casket and leaving the cemetery. Now they’d have to put up with guests. What idiot came up with that tradition? Did anyone really enjoy guests with tons of food tromping through your house after losing a loved one?
The hair on the back of Tucker’s arms stood as he walked to the limo hand in hand with Micah. People were staring. Tucker knew he probably shouldn’t show affection in public, but he needed the connection to Micah right now. Just knowing Micah was so close made the crushing sadness of losing his grandfather not quite so stifling. Tucker was being unfair though. There were going to be questions. Too many people had noticed them together. Some damage control would be in order, but Tucker didn’t know what to say. What would be less of a hassle for Micah? He had to live here in small-town Texas, Tucker was going back to Dallas. Tucker’s stomach tightened, tying in knots at the thought. He opened the door and let a silent Micah precede him. Damn, he was going to miss this. Miss the closeness they’d shared the past few days.
Micah scooted across the bench seat and turned to face Tucker. A smile lit Micah’s face and he patted the seat next to him. “Come on.”
AJ, Dad, Juan and Duncan all slid in from the other open door. AJ sat beside Micah, while Juan and Dad took the seat next to Duncan on the opposite side of the car.
After getting in, Tucker shut the door and studied his family. They were holding up pretty well. But then they’d had more time to get used to Granddad dying, hadn’t they? Guilt swamped Tucker. He should have been here too.
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