by Carol Lynne
Garron glanced up from his plate and waggled his eyebrows. “The Grinch isn’t on until eight, and I can finish eating in five minutes.”
Garron’s lustful expression piqued Sonny’s interest. “What did you have in mind?”
“Fucking,” Garron replied, with no embarrassment.
“Is this a bedroom, kitchen or living room activity?” It didn’t matter to Sonny—he just needed to know where to get naked.
“Sofa. That way you can ride my cock as hard as you want and I won’t get a bruised tailbone.”
“I love it when you’re romantic,” Sonny teased. He savored the top and bottom crust, enjoying the way the gravy soaked in and softened the store-bought pastry.
“Finished,” Garron announced, carrying his plate to the sink. “Glad to see there aren’t many dishes.” After a quick rinse, he put the plate in the dishwasher along with his milk glass. “Will the leftovers be okay with foil over them, or do I need to move them to a different container?”
“Foil,” Sonny said, around his last mouthful of food.
“That’s easy enough.”
“Don’t put it on yet though because it’s still hot. I’ll do it when I come in from the barn.” Sonny carried his plate to the sink.
After the dishes were taken care of, Sonny gave Garron a quick kiss. “Give me another ten minutes, and I’ll meet you in the living room.”
* * * *
With the TV on and the brown leather couch covered with a blanket, Garron waited for Sonny to finish with his shower. The fact that Sonny had taken time away from fucking to clean himself told Garron his partner was hoping for some special attention. Not a problem.
Hell, he might even miss The Grinch for an evening of pleasuring Sonny. Although it bothered him a little that Ranger had been the one to convince Sonny to make a doctor’s appointment, at least the end result was the same. The important thing was finding out what was going on with the seizures.
“Are you ready for me?” Sonny asked, drying his hair with a thick white towel.
“That depends. You want me up or lying down?” Garron had a feeling he knew the answer, but this was Sonny’s evening.
“I thought maybe we’d have some time for foreplay.” Sonny tossed the towel aside.
“Down then.” Garron stretched out on the sofa and waited for Sonny to crawl over the top of him. Within seconds, he had a perfect view of Sonny’s ass.
“You’ve been thinking about me,” Sonny said before sucking the head of Garron’s erection into his mouth.
“Most of my days are spent thinking about you.” Despite what Sonny thought, Garron’s passion hadn’t waned in the slightest. Even when they fought, which seemed to have been a lot in the previous few days, Garron’s thoughts and dreams were full of the man he loved.
With spit on his fingers, Garron touched the puckered skin of Sonny’s hole. “Awww, fuck,” he moaned. Sonny’s mouth was a heaven all on its own.
It took Garron a few moments to reciprocate the joy Sonny’s throat provided, but he eventually swiped his tongue up the crack of Sonny’s ass, paying particular attention to the ring of muscles. Sonny’s reaction when Garron drilled the tip of his tongue inside was enough to urge him deeper. Spreading the cheeks of Sonny’s ass, Garron buried his face in the crack. He used his tongue for fucking in and out of Sonny’s hole while the heavy five o’clock shadow on his chin rubbed against the sensitive area below Sonny’s sac.
Sonny released his throat’s hold on Garron’s cock. “Keep that up, and I’m gonna come without even touching my dick.”
Garron pulled back enough to speak. “Can’t have that, I still want to fuck you.” He slapped Sonny’s ass. “Slide off.”
While Sonny climbed off the couch, Garron used the corner of the blanket to wipe his face.
Sitting up, Garron reached for the bottle of lube on the coffee table, but Sonny snatched it up first.
“Nope, that’s mine,” Sonny said.
Curious as to what Sonny had in mind, Garron clasped his hands behind his head. “You going to put it on me?”
“Nope.” Sonny knelt on the coffee table with his ass toward Garron. He reached back and dripped lube down his crack. After setting the bottle down, he thrummed his fingers over his hole several times before sinking two in at once.
Garron leaned forward and swiped the bottle of lube. “I can’t watch you do that without touching myself.”
With his hand full of slick, Garron began to stroke his cock. It had been a while since Sonny had put on a show for him, and he was determined to enjoy every second of it. Once Sonny had worked his way up to three fingers, Garron couldn’t take it anymore. “Enough teasing.”
Sonny glanced over his shoulder. “You want my ass wrapped around your cock?”
“Most definitely.”
“You gonna let me ride you as hard as I want to?” Sonny asked.
Garron worried his bottom lip with his tongue. “Just use your best judgment.” It wasn’t a sexy thing to say, but he needed Sonny to remember what had happened the last time they’d got carried away.
Sonny climbed off the table to stand in front of Garron. He stepped up and planted his feet on the cushions, straddling Garron’s body. With a chuckle, he thrust his hips forward, bumping Garron’s lips with his cock. “Give him a little kiss.”
Garron licked up the length of Sonny’s erection and French kissed the head, tapping his tongue against the slit. He gathered Sonny’s pre-cum on the tip and groaned at the taste. “Nice.”
Sonny lowered himself while Garron held the base of his cock. The moment Sonny’s stretched ass kissed the crown of his cock, Garron reached for Sonny’s hips. “More,” he said, thrusting his hips up toward Sonny’s ass.
Sonny moved to his knees and reached behind himself to guide Garron’s cock as the entire length pushed deep inside.
Garron watched Sonny closely, looking for any sign of distress. “Okay?”
Sonny leaned in and bit Garron’s shoulder. “Not just okay—perfect.” He opened his eyes and smiled. “Let’s go for extraordinary.”
With Garron’s hands planted on Sonny’s hips, Sonny started to move up and down. “Ohhhh, yes,” Garron groaned.
When Sonny winced, Garron was prepared to pull out, but Sonny read his mind and stopped him. “It’s my knees. I’ve been thrown from too many bulls,” Sonny explained. He tried to readjust his position, but gave up and sank down onto Garron’s lap. “I don’t think this is going to work.”
“No problem.” Garron wrapped his arms around Sonny’s waist and stood. Still buried deep in Sonny’s ass, Garron moved them to the thick rug in front of the dormant fireplace. He lowered them both down until Sonny’s back was on the floor. “Better?”
“Much,” Sonny mumbled, some of the earlier sparkle gone from his eyes.
No. No. No. Garron moved his hands to Sonny’s thighs and pushed the scrawny legs toward Sonny’s chest. It was one of Sonny’s favorite positions because it allowed Garron to drive his cock in as deep as possible.
Holding Sonny in place, Garron fucked in and out as hard and fast as he dared. Although he’d never told Sonny, he’d missed a hard fuck as much as his partner had.
“Oh, fuck.” Panting, Sonny grabbed his cock and started jerking it in time to Garron’s thrusts. “Harder.”
“Any harder and you’ll end up with rug burn.” Garron blinked rapidly when sweat began to drip down his forehead and into his eyes.
“Burn me,” Sonny ordered in a gruff voice.
Giving Sonny what he wanted, Garron threw caution to the wind and increased the intensity. He continued to drill Sonny’s hole with everything he had until Sonny cried out.
“Fuck!” Sonny shouted, coming all over his hand and chest.
Garron thrust in several more times before burying himself as deep as he could get. His entire body jerked with the force of his climax as he growled Sonny’s name. After releasing Sonny’s legs, he lowered himself to lie on top of his love. Ta
lking wasn’t an option, at least for a few minutes. Instead, he nuzzled his face against Sonny’s neck and placed soft kisses on the soft skin.
A few minutes later, Sonny pushed Garron’s chest. “If I don’t get up and finish the chores, I’m gonna fall asleep right here for the rest of the night.”
Garron smiled. It was nice to know he’d worn Sonny out. “I’ll help you. The Grinch will be on again next year.”
* * * *
With an old shop towel pressed to his forehead to keep the blood at bay, Sonny made his way back to the house. He needed to call someone for help, but it was Thursday, Garron’s last day before taking a short break for the holidays, and he’d talked nonstop about the amount of work he needed to get done.
Yeah, he could tell himself that was the reason all day, but the truth was, Garron would freak out, and since Sonny was already freaked out enough, it wouldn’t help the situation. Still unsteady on his feet, he used the handrails to help him up the porch steps. A call to his doctor was one of the first things he needed to do, but checking out the cut on his head couldn’t wait.
Making his way into the bathroom, he dropped the dripping towel into the sink and almost fainted at the sight of the slice across his forehead. “Fuck!”
After weighing his options, Sonny snatched a clean towel from the shelf and sat on the toilet. He dug out his cell phone and willed himself not to faint or worse. Although he was sure Ranger had already filled Ryker and Lilly in on his condition, Ranger was the safest choice. Rawley would get pissed off, and Jeb would probably call everyone in the family on his way over.
“Hey,” Ranger answered.
“I need your help.”
* * * *
Dressed in a thin cotton hospital gown and covered with one of the warm blankets he loved so much, Sonny stared at the ceiling. The row of stitches that ran up his forehead and just into his hairline didn’t bother him in the least.
On the way to the hospital, Ranger had convinced Sonny to call his doctor, which he had…and which he was now sorry for. Dr Whitehall, being the dedicated young neurologist that he was, had met him in the Emergency Department once the suturing was completed. After discussing with Dr Whitehall the increased frequency of his seizures, the doctor had immediately ordered a CT scan.
“You should let me call Garron,” Ranger said from the corner of the curtained-off room.
Sonny had tried to argue with Dr Whitehall that the scan could wait until after Christmas, but the doctor had refused to release him without it. “Yeah, it’s probably time.”
Ranger walked over and brushed his hand down Sonny’s arm to thread their fingers together. “It means a lot to me that I’m the one you called. For so long I believed I’d lose you if you knew the truth about my feelings for Ryker.”
Sonny lifted Ranger’s hand to his mouth and kissed it. “Once Garron gets here, you should go on home to your family.”
“You are my family,” Ranger answered. “And I don’t plan on going anywhere until we get to the bottom of this shit.”
“Just do me a favor. When you talk to Garron, downplay the way I looked when you got to the house earlier.”
“No worries there. And, for the record, I think it’s a good idea that you called one of us instead of Garron. As upset as I was when you came stumbling out of the bathroom, I can’t imagine what Garron’s reaction would’ve been.”
“Exactly,” Sonny agreed. He looked away from Ranger. “He’s been through too much with me already. It’s not fair that he has to go through more.”
Ranger shook his head. “I’m sure he feels the same way about you. As hard as it is for the people who love you to stand by and watch you hit bump after bump in the road, it can’t be any easier for you.”
“Yeah, I’m a regular superhero,” Sonny said, his voice heavy with sarcasm.
Ranger twisted the skin of Sonny’s inner forearm.
“Ow! What the hell was that for?” Sonny rubbed the blossoming bruise. “Hello? Guy in a hospital bed,” he said, pointing to himself.
Ranger shook his head. “It’s okay to feel sorry for yourself.”
Sonny groaned. He didn’t want to delve any deeper into that conversation. “Go call Garron, and on your way out, can you ask one of the nurses to bring me another heated blanket?”
“Are you cold?” Ranger asked, a concerned expression on his handsome face.
“Not particularly, but if I gotta be in this place I might as well take advantage of the few perks available.” Sonny fluffed his blanket. “And this one isn’t warm anymore.”
Ranger rolled his eyes. “Fine, I’ll ask.”
“Hey,” Sonny called before Ranger could leave the room. “Remember what I said about the downplaying, okay? Just tell him I cut my head open.”
“He’ll know the truth as soon as he gets here,” Ranger argued.
“I know, but I don’t want him upset while he’s driving.” Sonny stiffened when a lab tech came into the cubicle. “Already?”
The guy nodded. “Yep.”
Sonny returned his attention to his brother. “Go call Garron.”
* * * *
Garron pushed the speed limits as he raced to Lincoln. The phone conversation with Ranger hadn’t reassured him in the least. The tension in his brother-in-law’s voice had told him he was being called to the hospital for more than a cut on the head.
In record time, Garron had parked his pickup and found his way to the Emergency Department’s front desk. After a short conversation, he was directed upstairs to one of the private hospital rooms.
“Shit,” he said under his breath as he got on the elevator. They sure as hell didn’t admit someone to a room for stitches.
Ranger was waiting when Garron got off the elevator. “Hey.”
“How’s he doing?” Garron asked.
Ranger rubbed the back of his neck and gestured to the small waiting room. “Dr Whitehall’s got involved and ordered a CT scan. The next thing I knew, they told me they were transferring Sonny to a room.”
“Did Sonny say anything about how the scan went?” Garron hated that he hadn’t been called earlier, but the last thing any of them needed was an argument over it.
“No, Sonny hasn’t said a word since they brought him up.” Ranger stared Garron in the eyes. “And, I mean not a single word.”
“Fuck, that doesn’t sound good.”
“I called home and told them I’d be here a while, but I didn’t call Rawley or Jeb. I thought I’d leave that decision up to you and Sonny.”
“Let me find out what’s going on first. No sense in calling them if they’re just going to send him home.” Garron thumped Ranger on the shoulder with the palm of his hand. “Thanks. I’m sure this is the last place you want to be right now.”
“Hell, it’s the last place any of us want to be, but at least we’ll get some answers.” Ranger pulled out his phone. “I’m going to step outside and call Ryker. Sonny’s in room three-twenty-six.”
“I’ll let you know what’s going on as soon as I find out.”
“Cool,” Ranger said, pressing the elevator button.
Garron walked through the double doors and made a left at the nurses’ station. He would need to talk to them eventually, but first he wanted to check on Sonny and see if he could get anything from him.
After a soft knock on the already-open door, Garron walked into the room. Sonny’s head was turned toward the window away from the door. “Pretty nice view from up here,” Garron said.
When Sonny didn’t make an effort to look at him, Garron picked up a straight-backed chair from the corner of the room and set it between Sonny and the window. “How’re ya doing?”
Sonny shrugged, refusing to meet Garron’s eyes. “Did you talk to Ranger?”
“A little.” Garron reached over and brushed Sonny’s dark hair out of the way to get a better look at the line of stitches. “How’d this happen?”
“Doesn’t matter,” Sonny mumbled.
“It
matters to me.” Garron rested his chin on the middle rung of the raised bed railing, putting his forehead against the top bar. “Everything that affects you matters to me.”
For the first time since Garron had entered the room, Sonny looked at him. “I don’t know how it happened. The last thing I remember was cleaning out the stalls.”
“Okay.” Garron let the moment sit, hoping Sonny would volunteer the information about the CT scan. When it became obvious that Sonny wasn’t going to speak up, Garron had little choice but to broach the elephant in the room.
“Did they tell you anything after the test?” Garron draped his arm over the railing to brush his fingers across the back of Sonny’s hand.
“Not really. Dr Whitehall was in there. After I was finished, he said he wanted to keep me until he had talked to another neurologist in Omaha.”
Garron’s chest tightened. It took every ounce of strength he possessed not to show his emotions. “Well, that tells me there’s a chance that Dr Whitehall didn’t see anything, but he wants a second opinion before he releases you.”
Sonny lifted one of his fingers and hooked it around Garron’s. “I just wanna go home.”
“I know, and the second they give us the all-clear, that’s exactly where we’ll go.” Tired of the railing between them, Garron lowered the damn thing. With him there to catch Sonny if he fell, it wasn’t needed anyway. He scooted the chair closer and rested his head on Sonny’s pillow. “I love you.”
“I know.” Tears started to fill Sonny’s eyes as he stared at Garron.
“Don’t do that, or you’ll have me doing the same.” Garron gave Sonny a soft kiss.
“How long do you think it’ll take before I know something?” Sonny asked.
“As long as it takes,” Garron answered. “At least we’ll know what we’re dealing with before we leave.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Sonny said.
Chapter Four