Chickens were everywhere, squawking at anything that moved too fast. A couple of kids sat cross-legged on the porch, feeding a lamb something out of a bottle.
Marcos’ hand shot outward in a rush of excitement, and he dug his nails in the skin of my bicep.
“Goats,” he breathed. “Papa, they have goats.”
The truck slowed when I pulled off the drive and into a gravel lot that sat near the edge of the house. Marcos made an impatient sound and reached past me with shaky hands, forcing the truck into park and slamming his fist against the lock button.
Warm air blew through the cab when he shoved the door open and threw himself off my lap. Fists clenched by his sides, he bounced on his toes, swaying from right to left. The corners of his lips rose, and he laughed once before he smiled, so big and beautiful it nearly killed me.
“You bought me a goat?”
“Of course I fucking did.”
My boots hit the gravel with a thud as I dropped from the truck. The moment the door slammed shut, Marcos pounced. Throwing himself at my chest, he wrapped both legs around my waist and used his thumbs to press down on my jaw until my mouth opened. I felt his chest collapse when his tongue met the seam of my lips, and he made a hungry sound before shoving it down my throat.
The kiss was hard. Demanding.
Our teeth gnashed together, and with a hand on the back of his head, I encouraged him to take what he wanted. His cock was rigid against my stomach, and when he finally tore away, he held onto the sides of my neck like he was afraid I’d try to put him down.
“Thank you.”
His eyes were wet, but they were lit with desire and excitement.
“Ivan!”
Marcos stiffened, a low sound vibrating his throat. His grip was punishing now, and he tore at my skin like he owned it. Eyes thin and lips flat, he cocked his head ever so slightly and stared at the man who approached us.
“Baby, that’s Austin. He owns the farm with his dad.”
“I don’t like how he said your name,” he spat. “Like heknowsyou or something.”
Hell.
Arm anchored around his waist, I forced my stiff cock against his ass. His eyes got big, and he made the smallest, neediest gasp.
“Feel that, Solnyshko?” I licked across his lips. “That’s for you. Not him.”
“Kiss me again,” he ordered.
Hand around his throat, I shoved my tongue into his mouth, and he sucked on it eagerly, tasting me with soft little moans.
The man beside us cleared his throat. I ignored him until a breathless Marcos pulled away and licked over his swollen, wet lips.
His chin glistened with my spit, and I didn’t dare wipe it away. I fucking liked when he looked like that, debauched and dirty.
Claimed.
Austin wore a welcoming smile, one he pointed in Marcos’ direction. His hands were shoved deep in the pockets of his dirt-stained jeans, and when he pulled one free, he extended it toward my boy.
“You must be Marcos, Ivan’s husband.”
Marcos looked at me like he’d rip my fucking arms off if I dared try to correct him.
I bit back a laugh.
My boy placed his hand in Austin’s and gave it a quick shake before returning it to my neck. “It’s nice to meet you. Ivan said you own the farm?”
“Yep. My dad started it about ten years ago.” Austin ran a palm over the faded logo on his t-shirt. “I took over last year. Is this your first time visiting an animal therapy farm?”