Zane nudged Ethan’s arm. “So, did you tell him yet?”
Ethan nodded. “Yep. We’re all packed and ready.”
“Need a ride to the airport?”
“We have to be there by six.”
Zane nodded.
“In the morning.”
Zane frowned.
“You volunteering to be up that early?”
Zane’s nose scrunched up. Reid had turned a year old in July, but everyone knew that the little boy didn’t understand what it meant to sleep all night. Still.
“We’ve got it,” Beau told him. “We’ll leave the truck there. That way we don’t have to catch a ride back.”
Zane looked sheepish. “I really can drop y’all and pick you back up. Just say the word.”
“No, really,” Ethan told his brother, “we’re good. You get some sleep. I hear there might be another little one in your future.”
Zane’s eyes widened and his head snapped around as he sought out his wife. Ethan laughed. It wasn’t often that he could pull one over on his little brother.
“Jackass,” Zane muttered. “Just for that, I’m gonna go get the missus so we can work on another.”
“You do that,” Ethan told him, still chuckling.
Beau leaned close to Ethan’s ear. “You ’bout ready to head out? I’ve got one last present to give you before the night is over.”
Ethan launched to his feet. “We’re headin’ out. Gotta get up early. Thanks for the gifts.”
This time Beau was the one laughing.
But he was also the one following.
Chapter Five
“BUT IT’S ON my bucket list,” Beau whispered to Ethan.
They were sitting in the last row in first class as the airplane finally leveled off after a good twenty excruciating minutes of turbulence. It was just a damn good thing Beau didn’t get motion sickness, because holy hell, it’d been one bumpy ride there.
“And like I told you before,” Ethan stated, sounding slightly annoyed, “there is no way the two of us will even remotely fit in that bathroom together.”
Well, Beau had tried. Joining the mile-high club was the first thing on his bucket list, but it looked as though Ethan was going to quash that one right out of the gate. However, Ethan did have a really good point. No way would the two of them fit in that tiny bathroom. Maybe one day they could charter a jet—Cheyenne could probably help them out there—with a full-size bathroom on board. Then Beau could finally cross that one off his list.
Until then…
Beau shifted and plastic rustled beneath his butt. He lifted up and pulled the plastic-wrapped blanket out from underneath him. He looked from the blanket to Ethan and then back. He smiled.
“What are you thinking?” Ethan asked, his tone bordering on frustrated.
They’d been in the air for almost an hour with another hour and a half. Beau was bored out of his gourd. The flight attendants had already delivered their breakfast and picked it back up. Most people were napping, while a few worked on laptop computers, others watching the in-flight entertainment on the baby TVs mounted to the back of each seat. No matter their choice of activity, no one was paying any attention to them. It helped that the other two seats in the back row—across the aisle from them—were set several inches forward, not quite in line with Beau and Ethan’s seats. The man closest to the aisle had his eyes closed, covered up with a blanket. The woman near the window was reading a book.
Beau unwrapped the red fleece blanket as quietly as he could—which wasn’t easy with the crinkly plastic and the otherwise noiseless first class—and spread it out over his lap, then turned his head and watched Ethan.
“I know you’re not cold,” Ethan said, not even looking at him.
“I am, too,” he argued, although, no, he wasn’t cold. Plus, the thin blanket wouldn’t do much to ward off the chill, especially since it covered so little of him. But it covered enough.
Ethan turned his head, meeting Beau’s eyes. He held his husband’s stare until Ethan finally smiled and looked away.
“There’s a reason God gave you long arms,” Beau whispered, careful to keep his voice low enough so that no one could hear.
“Why’s that?”
Beau nodded his head to the small console between their seats. “So you can reach over that.”
Ethan snorted, making Beau laugh.
Instead of pestering Ethan, Beau leaned his seat back and pretended to watch the television on the seat in front of him. He wasn’t the least bit interested in any of the in-flight entertainment. Well, not unless Ethan was going to be the one doing the entertaining.
A good twenty minutes passed before Beau heard Ethan opening his blanket, then tucking the plastic into the seat pocket. He laid out the thin, drab red cloth over himself and then over the console.
Interesting.
Beau didn’t move. Hell, he hardly breathed. And when Ethan’s hand slipped down into his lap, it took every ounce of restraint not to suck in air. Instead, Beau propped his own blanket up so that whatever movement was occurring beneath it wouldn’t be seen by anyone who happened to look their way.
Luckily, Beau had thought ahead and planned for comfort. The sweat pants he wore gave Ethan all the access he needed, and based on where his hand slipped, it looked as though he needed.
Beau had to bite his tongue when Ethan’s warm fingers encircled his dick. He briefly looked down at his lap, ensuring there wasn’t any visible movement. When he was satisfied that no one would be able to tell what Ethan was doing, he closed his eyes.
The impromptu hand job was exquisite. Mind-numbingly so.
However, when he’d come up with the plan, he hadn’t considered how difficult it would be not to make a sound. He had never had to keep it down when it came to Ethan giving him pleasure. But here, he couldn’t even breathe heavily or someone was going to figure out what was going on.
Rather than grab hold of Ethan, Beau forced his eyes open, then turned his head so that he was looking at the man. Ethan leaned back, also staring at Beau. They held one another’s gaze while Ethan worked Beau’s dick. Beau swallowed hard.
Nope, he certainly hadn’t thought this all the way through. Not only was he forced to be quiet—far more difficult than one might think—he also had to worry that when he came it was going to smell like sex.
He shook his head, trying to tell Ethan to stop. They were going to get caught.
Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.
No way would these people not know that Beau had come. Not to mention, he was going to make a mess.
His eyes widened and he tried to mentally relay the message to Ethan. Beau wasn’t sure he understood.
Then, Ethan did something Beau would’ve never in his life expected.
In one quick move, Ethan’s head disappeared under the blanket as he leaned over the console, wrapped his lips around Beau’s dick and … sucked.
That did it.
With a rush of air from his lungs, Beau came right down his husband’s throat.
Oh, and there might’ve been a little squeak, too. He couldn’t be sure.
ETHAN HAD MANAGED to sleep the very last leg of the trip, roughly thirty minutes. He had even managed to stay asleep on the descent into Denver, which meant he’d been exhausted. Beau woke him when the plane landed. From there, they grabbed their luggage, retrieved their rental car, then set out on the hour-and-a-half drive from the airport to the cabin they’d rented in Breckenridge.
It had been a hectic day all around, but the second Ethan stepped foot inside the rustic, open living room with the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the Rocky Mountains, every ounce of tension in his body dissipated. It no longer mattered that they’d been up since four thirty this morning and that it was now one o’clock in the afternoon—only noon in their new time zone. Or that this was going to be an incredibly long day.
“This is nice,” Beau said, dumping the suitcase he’d brought in beside Ethan, then putting his arms aro
und him from behind.
Ethan leaned back against Beau’s hard chest. “Very nice.”
“Is that a hot tub?” Beau asked.
Glancing at the deck outside, Ethan noticed steam coming up from the wooden box that, yes, definitely contained a hot tub.
“That’s gonna be nice later,” Beau said, kissing Ethan’s temple. “Let’s get the rest of the stuff.”
Ethan forced his feet to move, following Beau back out to the rented SUV. On the way there, they had stopped at the grocery store and picked up everything they would need for the next four days. If Ethan had any say in the matter, they wouldn’t leave this place until they had to head back to the airport early Friday morning.
Once they’d carted everything inside, Ethan put away the groceries while Beau emptied their suitcases and tucked them into the closet. Knowing Beau would be starving, Ethan set out a tray of cheese and crackers, along with some olives and sliced ham. As predicted, Beau followed his nose right to the kitchen and sidled up to the breakfast bar.
“So, what’s first?” Beau asked, popping a piece of cheese into his mouth.
“Doesn’t matter to me,” Ethan told him as he stifled a yawn. He honestly didn’t care what they did. He was merely grateful they were going to be alone for a few days. No work, no brothers knocking on his door, no cousins stopping in to chat. “We could spend the next four days naked if you’d like.”
Beau’s eyes widened. “I’d say that’s a good idea, but I’m sure my nuts would shrivel up inside my body.”
True. It was definitely colder here than it was in Texas. It was also prettier here thanks to the snowfall. In Texas, they had something more along the lines of sn-ice in the winter. It looked like snow, but it was really just ice with a little powder on top. That was in the rare instance that they received freezing precipitation at all. Some winters had passed when it hardly dipped below freezing during the day. So coming to a vacation destination with snow had been high on Ethan’s list of things to do.
Beau popped a couple of olives in his mouth and grinned. “What d’ya say we take a nap? When it gets dark, we can spend some time in that hot tub. Where I can take advantage of you.”
“Why does it have to be dark?” Ethan probed.
One blond eyebrow popped up on Beau’s forehead as he hopped off the barstool and headed around toward Ethan.
Knowing he had just tempted the beast, Ethan slipped out of the kitchen and darted over to take cover on the other side of the couch. He would’ve been home free had he not slipped on the rug. Somehow, Beau managed to keep him from falling on his ass, but they did both go down to the floor in a tangle of arms and legs.
“I wanna bury myself inside you, E. It’s been too damn long.”
Ethan wasn’t sure how long it’d been since Beau had topped him. For the most part, Ethan did the topping and Beau was the receiver. They’d mixed it up often over the years, but they seemed to have this rhythm that worked for them.
Didn’t mean Ethan wouldn’t welcome Beau to do with him as he pleased. He’d come to enjoy those moments when Beau took the reins. The guy was sexy as fuck regardless, but demanding Beau? He was a fucking work of art.
Ethan yawned again, which made Beau laugh.
“Nap first,” Beau stated softly. “Then we’ll play.”
He was tired, but he didn’t want a nap. Not yet anyway.
Rather than say anything, Ethan kissed him. He licked his way inside Beau’s mouth, tasting the tang of the olives and cheddar. The temperature in the room heated drastically as they continued to make out on the floor. Clothes were worked off until they were both naked, their bodies grinding together.
“Let’s get in the hot tub. Relax for a bit,” Ethan suggested.
“Works for me.” Beau nipped Ethan’s earlobe. “But then we’ll have to go out there again later, because I want you to ride me while we watch the sun set.”
Well, okay then. Ethan could certainly wait until later because he liked the idea of that more than he could say. However, going out in the freezing weather, coming back in, then going back out probably wasn’t going to happen. So he had to come up with another idea.
“What d’ya say we find something to keep us occupied for a few hours. Then, I’ll make you an early dinner, we’ll eat, relax, and then we’ll retreat to the hot tub.” Ethan kissed Beau. “Where I’ll ride your dick and we’ll watch the sun set together. Sound good to you?”
Beau slid his mouth down Ethan’s neck, his breath warm against his skin. “God, yes,” Beau groaned. “In fact, nothing sounds better.”
Chapter Six
ALMOST FIVE HOURS later, after they’d taken a trip back into town in order to burn a little daylight, Beau slowly sank into the warm water, relaxing as he did. Well, relaxing as much as was possible when his dick was rock hard and in desperate need of Ethan. Although they’d done the touristy thing for a while, Beau couldn’t deny that he’d spent every minute of every hour thinking about getting Ethan into the hot tub. He hadn’t given a shit about any of the history of the town they’d selected as a vacation destination. Every step had reminded him that he wanted to get Ethan back to their cabin so they could have dinner and speed ahead to the sunset watching. Naked. In the hot tub.
Hell, he’d been so focused on it, he’d told Ethan he wasn’t hungry when he offered to cook dinner before they headed outside. For the record, he seriously doubted Ethan believed him because, yes, Beau was always hungry. However, he wasn’t only hungry for food, and his craving for Ethan had won out.
But now that they were here, Beau had to remind himself that he wasn’t in a hurry, didn’t want this to move too quickly—vacations were for relaxing, right?—so he sat back and waited for Ethan to join him. When he finally did several minutes later, Beau urged his husband to sit between his legs and lean back against him. Because a massage was foreplay, and that would definitely speed things along.
Not in a hurry, he reminded himself.
“You can do that forever,” Ethan mumbled when Beau started massaging the tense muscles of his shoulders.
“I’m sure I could be bribed,” Beau informed him, kissing Ethan’s mouth when he tilted his head back a little.
“So what’re we gonna do for the next few days?”
“Sleep.” That’s what Beau wanted to do. They had three more days where they didn’t have to get up at the sound of an alarm clock. On Friday they’d head back to the real world, but until then, Beau didn’t want to do anything that was on a schedule.
“I like the sound of that,” Ethan said, leaning into Beau a little more.
They got comfortable like that, watching the clear blue sky slowly turn brilliant shades of pink and orange before finally deepening to a dark violet. The hum of the jets and the pressure of the water against his tired muscles lulled Beau into a relaxed state.
“If we keep this up, I’m gonna fall asleep right here,” Ethan said, his words thick with exhaustion.
“I’d be happy to tuck you in bed and wrap myself around you for the rest of the night if that’s what you want.” Beau would forego sex to hold this man if that’s what Ethan needed.
“I recall someone promising to fuck me thoroughly.”
Those words from Ethan’s mouth had Beau’s dick thickening as his blood pooled in his groin. They’d been together for nearly two years, and Beau still got turned on by every little thing Ethan did, everything he said. Hell, half the time, he walked around with a semi, his body primed and ready, just in case.
“Is that what you want?” Beau nipped Ethan’s earlobe gently. “For me to slide up inside you and fill that sweet ass of yours?”
Ethan groaned. “I love when you talk like that.”
Beau knew he did. He wasn’t usually the dirty talker, though. Ethan was the master of that.
“I’m not sure there’ll be any water left in this thing when we’re done.” Beau had spent a good half hour thinking of the logistics, which was another reason his dick was impersonatin
g a granite club.
“What do you propose?” Ethan sat up and looked over his shoulder.
Beau took the opportunity to heft himself out of the water and onto the ledge behind him. The hot tub was tucked into the corner of the covered deck. Thanks to the walls blocking most of the wind, the steam was keeping the area relatively warm, although he didn’t know how long that would last. If the wind picked up, he feared he would be a popsicle within seconds. Fortunately, it wouldn’t matter in a few minutes because the friction between their bodies would soon generate enough heat to power the damn hot tub.
Ethan shifted on the seat, turning to face Beau. When his husband wrapped those fantastic lips around his dick, Beau sighed and reached for Ethan’s head.
“I didn’t expect that,” he said, groaning as pleasure coursed through him. “Fuck if I don’t love your mouth.”
Ethan worked Beau’s dick for several minutes. Beau finally had to stop him because, as much as he enjoyed Ethan’s exquisite oral skills, he wanted to be inside him more.
From somewhere—God only knew where—Ethan produced a bottle of lube. He grabbed the bottle—which was warm, thank you very much—then proceeded to quickly slick himself up. By the time he was rock hard and ready, Ethan was already trying to impale himself on Beau’s dick. With his legs still in the water, Ethan used the curve of the seat for leverage while using his arms to hold his upper body up enough for Beau to work his way inside him.
The angle didn’t work at first, but Beau fixed that by shifting forward and pulling Ethan down onto his dick. A rough growl escaped him when the warmth of Ethan’s body consumed him.
“Oh, yeah,” Ethan moaned soft and low.
Beau didn’t move, allowing Ethan to take what he needed. It was mostly dark, with the exception of the small colored light inside the hot tub. It provided enough glow for Beau to watch as Ethan lifted and lowered on his cock, taking him deep and slow.
“God, baby… That feels so good.” Beau gripped Ethan’s hips, guiding him down and up, the pace slow and easy. “This is fucking heaven. Being buried inside you…”
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