Damn, it was beautiful.
“This is it. Mackey’s place.”
Hopefully, Hudson would like it.
Hudson jumped out of the truck and moved around to him, scanning the house, the property. “This is… wow, Jack. Beautiful. It’s like a postcard.”
“Isn’t it? It’s amazing out here, and in the winter? Damn.” And he was looking at the land just right over there.
Hudson took his hand. “I’m already glad I came.”
Oh, that was cool. Jack liked that. He couldn’t stop beaming. “Let’s go say hi to the hooligans so I can see my babies.”
They shouldered their bags, and Hudson kept hold of his hand all the way to the front door.
“Hey!” Sid answered the door, all smiles. “Come on in. Mackey is making dinner. I think he’s out at the grill at the moment.”
“Thanks, man. I’ll take Hudson to our room. Come on.” He led Hudson to the second primary on the bottom floor. It was big and simple, lodge pine furniture, window facing right into the pasture. Everything was done in greens, and he liked it.
Partially because he’d picked it.
“This is quite a room.” Hudson wandered, looking at all the pictures and bull riding memorabilia on the walls, at Mackey’s keepsakes. “You’d think Mackey was into bull riding or something.”
“You’d think. This is my room. There’s a door to the outside and an en suite, so I don’t have to bother them.” The furniture was his, in fact, and he would leave it here and have another set made up.
“Oh yeah? I love it. Is that door how all your one-night stands come and go?” Hudson gave him a teasing grin.
“If you mean the barn dog, Max? Totally. He knows I’m a sucker for a hungry dog.”
“Oh, me too. Oh, wait. I thought you saidhorndog.” Hudson stepped in close, arms looping around his waist.
They stayed like that, just standing there, and this felt way less new than being at Hudson’s. They’d been at a dozen different hotels.
“Tired after the long drive, baby?” Hudson nipped at his chin. “Need a little pick-me-up?”
Oh, now that was a temptation. Mackey was waiting for them, but— Eh, what the hell. “You know I do.”
He took Hudson’s mouth with a low growl.
“Mmm.” Hudson got to work, opening his belt and working his fly down. “Gonna blow you to thank you for bringing me to this beautiful place.”
“Oh, I like how you say thanks, darlin’. I truly do.” In fact, it made him damn near stupidly happy.
Hudson knelt and tugged his jeans down. “Fuck, you smell good. It’s been a while since I got this amazing view too.” Hudson licked him from his balls to the tip of his cock, then took him right into that dirty mouth.
Jack bit out his cry, but his butt cheeks clenched tight, keeping him from just toppling right over. He found the post of the bed with one hand, giving himself a little more balance, some sturdiness.
Hudson swallowed him deep, tongue scraping along his length, before pulling up and teasing that hot tongue through his slit. “Mmm.”
He was fixin’ to lose his goddamn mind. “Jesus, darlin’. You make me need. Do it again.”
Hudson knew how to follow direction, and did it again and again, fingers digging into his thighs. Hudson wasn’t letting him breathe or giving him a second to think.
That was good with him. He didn’t have any need for coherence right now. He was happy to fly, thank you.
Then hot, knowing fingers found the base of his prick and pinched the underside, hard enough that he saw stars.
“Fuck!” Jack arched and bucked up, fucking those sweet lips hard, going up on tiptoe until he shot.