“That was before you kissed me like you wanted to devour me.”
Cal grinned. “I do.”
“We’d have to be contortionists to fuck like this, but”—Beck unfastened Cal’s jeans and pulled out his cock—“a handjob should work.”
Cal’s heart pounded. He’d never thought of himself as an exhibitionist, but sitting there in the sunshine, with the door still open, was hot as fuck.
Beck followed his gaze to the door, then reached out to shut it. “You know anybody could come along and see us.”
“Mmm. Maybe. But hardly anyone uses this overlook and no one can see us from the bridge, not with the sun in their eyes.” Cal tried to undo Beck’s jeans, but he was too fucking buzzed from the high of Beck accepting his proposal to manipulate the zipper.
“Cal, seriously.”
He looked up. “Let’s take the risk.”
Beck hesitated, then brushed Cal’s hand away and shifted around until he was able to give him the access he needed.
Cal licked his palm, and Beck’s eyes widened as he watched him. Then Cal wrapped his hand around both of them and pumped it up and down. Beck thrust against him, adding more friction.
“So good. Can we do this every day now?” Beck asked.
“Fuck yes. Every morning, every evening.” Cal tightened his grip, making Beck hiss.
Beck squirmed and put his hand over Cal’s, trying to make him move faster, but Cal resisted, keeping the strokes slow and deliberate.
“We’re going to disagree a lot, you know,” Beck said.
“Yeah, but then we can have angry sex.”
“Mmm. I hope you have some spare furniture.”
Cal laughed. “We’ll make do.”
“It’ll be worth it.”
“Fuck yeah.” Cal increased the pace of his strokes.
“Because I—”
Cal pressed a hand to Beck’s lower back, holding him in place as he worked them faster.
“Want to—” Beck moaned as Cal teased his slit.
“Yes?” Before he could answer, Cal brushed his palm over the heads of their cocks.
“Bastard.”
Cal chuckled. “You love it.”
“I want to spend every day with you.”
“Me too,” Cal said as he spread the precome from the tips of their cocks down Beck’s length.
“Quit fucking teasing me,” Beck demanded.
“You’ve not even seen teasing yet.”
“This isn’t the time to drag things out. Anybody could come up and see us.”
“I don’t fucking care.”
Beck’s huff of frustration was cut off by Cal wrapping his hand back around both their cocks and resuming tight, fast strokes.
Beck was right; this was dangerous, but Cal felt reckless and fearless, able to do anything right then. He stroked faster, faster, holding Beck’s ass tightly with his other hand.
“Close. So close,” Beck murmured.
“Come for me.”
With a shout, he did. Cal growled as Beck’s hot come shot between them. Then as soon as his climax receded, Beck slithered down into the seat well and took Cal’s cock in his mouth.
“Fuck!” Cal gasped. The heat. Beck’s tongue. So incredible. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
Beck sucked and licked and soon—too soon—Cal was spilling down his throat.
When Beck looked up at him, Cal literally felt like he would melt. “I love you.”
Beck smiled, his mouth wet with Cal’s seed. “I love you too.”
Ruff!
They both laughed. Apparently Katie approved. Cal loved that she’d decided she belonged to Beck even before Cal had.
“Damn dog whisperer.”
“What?”
“Nothing. Come here.”
Beck tried to move back into Cal’s lap, but he ended up falling into the gear shift and then grabbed the door handle and nearly ended up in the dirt.
They were both laughing hysterically by the time he was once again straddling Cal.
When he managed to calm down, Cal said, “I haven’t been this happy in a very long time.”
Beck snorted. “It’s not even been two weeks since we broke the table.”
Cal cupped his face. “Not satisfied. Happy. I wasn’t happy then because I thought I couldn’t have you. When we were apart, everything hurt, and I finally realized I needed you more than anything, even the farm. You make me happy. Here.” He put his hand over his heart. Then he let it slip lower. “You make my dick happy too.”
Beck smirked. “You’re such a slut for me.”
“Damn right I am. But laughing with you, being around you, just feels right. I’m sorry I’ve been such an ass.”
Beck put a finger on Cal’s lips. “I forgive you. For all of it.”
“We’re okay now, right?” Please say yes.
“Right. You’re not getting rid of me now.”
“Hell no. I’m marrying you.”
“And together we’re going to make the McMurtry farm the best damn small farm/venue/vacation spot the world has ever seen.”
Cal kissed him then, the sweetest, softest kiss he’d ever given a man. It felt like coming home.
Ruff.
“We’d better let Katie know we’re all right.”
They wiggled around until they’d tucked themselves back in and zipped up. Then they spilled from the truck, and Katie did her best to cover them in excited kisses.
“Down, girl,” Cal demanded. “Katie, get down.”
Beck laughed. “I think she knows.”
“Yeah, I do too.”
Beck looked at his overflowing truck and sighed. “All that loading for nothing.”
Cal snorted. “Hardly. It’s all ready for you to drive it home.”
Beck gaped at him. “You want me to move in today?”
“Hell yes. Why wouldn’t I?”
Katie jumped into the cab as if she understood.
“I think that dog may be a genius.”
Beck laughed. “Me too. But are you sure about this?”
“Absolutely.”
“Okay, then. Let’s go.” He got back in the driver’s seat, and Cal sighed, wishing he didn’t have to leave him, even though they’d be back at the farm in minutes.
“Follow me home,” he said.
“Home. I like the sound of that.”
Katie hung her head out the window of Beck’s truck, the picture of happiness.
As they headed down the road, dust rose up, obscuring what was behind them, which was fitting because none of it mattered anymore. As Cal turned onto the main road, he caught one more glimpse of the bridge, and he knew he’d always remember it as the place where he finally found love. He looked out at the sun-dappled green hills where he and Beck would make their future together. Then he glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Beck smiling at him, and knew he was the happiest man on earth.
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Titles by Silvia Violet
Revolutionary Temptation
Coming Clean
If Wishes Were Horses
Needing A Little Christmas
Astronomical
Meteor Strike
Fitting In
Fitting In
Sorting Out
Burning Up
Going Deep
Thorne and Dash
Professional Distance
Personal Entanglement
Perfect Alignment
Well-Tailored (A Thorne and Dash Companion Story)
Unexpected
Unexpected Rescue
Unexpected Trust
Unexpected Engagement
Law and Supernatural Order
Sex on the Hoof
Paws on Me
Dinner at Foxy’s
Hoofing’ It To The Altar
Wild R Farm
Finding Release
Arresting Love
Embracing Need
Taming Tristan
Willing Hands
Shifting Hearts
Wild R Christmas
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