“Fucking perfect.” Jack found his nipples unerringly, tugging and twisting, pushing him just hard enough to make him want to scream.
Caught between begging Jack to stop and begging him for more, he yanked the hat off Jack’s head and flung it at the dresser, then fumbled with the buckle on Jack’s belt. “Fuck, yeah.”
Jack’s heavy club of a cock was hard and full for him, a promise that he was more than willing to believe in. “Want you. I want every single bit of you, darlin’.”
“We’ve got all night, and I don’t have to ride tomorrow.” He left the jeans open, then tugged Jack farther into the room by the crotch, fingers bumping up against that stunning cock. “Let me show you what you’re getting.”
“Hell, yes.” The button-down shirt was carefully removed, hung on the back of the chair. “Boots first, huh? That’s such a pain in the ass.”
“I haven’t forgotten, cowboy. Sit down.” He kicked his sneakers off first, then knelt and looked up at Jack before working off the first boot. This was part of their ritual, his little moment on his knees, making it clear he understood their dynamic. Jack just ate it up.
“Dammit, I’ve missed your face.” Jack let him remove the other boot, and then curled down to capture his lips again, holding his face between those callused fingers.
Fuck, he needed to hear that.I’ve missed you too.More than Jack knew, probably more than Jack wanted to know. He whimpered into the kiss; he couldn’t keep it in.
Jack pulled him into his lap, quick enough that their bellies slapped together, and it was so frigging hot, so fierce and sensual.
He rocked into Jack and groaned. “Want you. Get these fucking jeans off.” He slid off Jack’s lap long enough to get his own off and watch Jack kick his Wranglers to the floor as well.
Every time he saw Jack, there was a little something that had changed—a new scar, a new tattoo, a little more silver in his hair. Such a strange way to mark the time. He moved back into Jack’s lap and slid his finger over a deep scar he didn’t recognize in the cowboy’s chest. “New one.”
“Bar fight. Sucked, and I ended up in the hospital, but the other guy left in a cop car.”
Hudson snorted, dropping one hand between them and palming the head of Jack’s hot cock. He wouldn’t mess with Jack in a bar, or anywhere. “Obviously he didn’t know who he was up against,” he said, teasing. “But I do.”
“Do you now?” Jack leaned back on his elbows, exposing himself, baring himself and letting Hudson see as much as he wanted.
Jesus, he knew, but right now, he had a hard time believing it. He slid both hands over Jack’s hips and up over hard abs. “Mhm. And I want all of it.”
“Hell yes. I’ll make sure you’re bowlegged and aching tomorrow. You’ll remember me every second.”
“Fuck, yes. Please.” That’s what he wanted. That’s why he showed up here every year. Nobody understood what he needed like Jack. He lined up their cocks and tugged hard, barely able to hear Jack’s rough groan over his own. “Where’s the lube?”
“My ditty bag. I brought two tubes.”
How could two short sentences sound so hot in that rough, hungry voice?
“Ditty bag. Way over there?” He sighed as he let their cocks go, but slid off the bed, and made a point of giving Jack a good look at his bare ass on the way to the bathroom, and a view of his aching cock on the way back. “Rubbers and lube.” He set them down on Jack’s chest, then bent over the bed and kissed the tip of Jack’s fat prick.
“Mmhmm…” Jack’s thighs tightened and actually moved his whole body before easing back down.
He reached for the lube, then straddled Jack’s hips. “Enjoying the view?” He opened the lube and slicked Jack’s fingers with it, raising up high to give the cowboy easy access.
“You know you’re fine to me.” It didn’t take any time for those rough, wet fingers to push into him, spreading him with a wild burn. “Fucking tight, darlin’.”
He knew. And he could watch Jack move all fucking day long. Graceful and strong, every twitch deliberate… he should have said that out loud—he wanted to, but it went through his head so fast and the pressure from Jack’s fingers was so fucking right he’d already forgotten how to make words. What came out was “Mrrugh,” followed by a long, needy moan.
Close enough.
“Yeah. Let’s light you up and make you scream.” Jack could play his body like a guitar, and the tips of Jack’s fingers started dancing on his gland, sending shock after shock through him.
Fuck, Jack was going to make him pop off like a teenager. “Jack, don’t. Jack… you’ll make me… oh, fuck.” Like any of that was going to stop him. The asshole knew exactly what he was doing. Hudson ducked his head and fought the urge to arch into that perfect touch.
“I will, and then I’ll make you do it again. I know you have it in you.” Demanding son of a bitch.
“Jack!” He gasped, eyes going wide as another shock shot through him.Fuck it.He grabbed his needy cock desperately and arched back to ride those fingers.
“That’s right, darlin’. Show me how good it is. I want you to let me have you.” Jack’s voice poured over him.