Mossy Glenn Ranch 3 -Saddles and Memories (8 page)

“Damn, got to move,” Andy groaned. “God…”

Salt winced when Andy withdrew his dick. Salt’s hole was definitely tender and sore. He felt well-fucked, and worn out. Kind of like he’d never move again. Hell, he couldn’t even open his eyes.

The sound of Andy’s uneven footsteps made him grin. He wasn’t the only one who was fucked out. Salt squirmed and got his pants and underwear back up over his ass, then he pushed up enough to get himself sprawled on the bed. He was asleep before Andy ever even came back out of the bathroom.

* * * *

What the hell just happened?
Andy leaned over the toilet with a hand against the wall as he took a piss. He was shaken to the soles of his feet by the intensity of what he and Salt had just done.
And smacking the guy’s ass and dick? Shit. Shit!
There was no doubt that Salt had liked it. The man had come buckets—well, he’d come a lot anyways. Andy was fairly certain Salt wasn’t used to some of the stuff Andy had just done to him.

Fucking among them. Salt’s ass had been tighter than a banker’s purse strings. It’d driven Andy to the point of desperation, feeling those tight inner walls clenching, the fierce grip of Salt’s ring around his fingers, his cock, his tongue.

And hell’s bells, Salt had tasted fucking divine. All man and sweat, it was one of Andy’s kinks, to be sure. It was a rare treat, because most of his hookups smelt like freshly showered male, not hard-working, rough, tough cowboy.

Andy groaned as his dick twitched. He shook it off and flushed the toilet. Man, he was forever going to carry the image of Salt shoved down over that bed, his ass red, that tight, tight hole clinging around Andy’s dick. Never had Andy seen such an erotic sight.

Never had he felt such pleasure. Almost crushing, really, because he was close to panicking over it.

He didn’t want strings.

But he didn’t want to never see Salt again, never fuck the man’s ass or mouth again. Never see that smile or the way Salt’s eyes lit up when he was having fun, or the way they went hazy when he was feeling lusty. Didn’t want to never sit and talk with him like they’d done the night before.

Andy pressed a hand against his stomach. He was a damned mess. That was what he was.

After he pulled up his pants and underwear, and tucked his cock away, Andy washed his hands and face. He felt inexplicably nervous, as if he’d never talked to Salt before. Like he was going to walk back into the room, and a stranger would be in there waiting for him.

A glance in the mirror told him a different story. He didn’t recognise the man looking back at him, flushed with the evidence of his orgasm, lips swollen from kisses, from rimming Salt’s ass, from biting his own lips as he pounded away at Salt’s hole. Sated—even through the worry, Andy could see that he was sated, content and not in any hurry to pack his shit and run.

Like I always do. But Salt’s been an anomaly all this time. He’s the only man I’ve cared to have two nights with, even if he won’t actually stay the night. At least since college, anyway.

Maybe that was just because he hadn’t got to fuck Salt the night before. And because Salt had been the one to sneak off.

Not sneak off. Andy shook his head and turned away from the mirror. Salt had left like all good one-night stands should do. Go without bitching and moaning or waking Andy up.

God, he was an asshole.

Andy swiped a hand over his chin. He was stalling, and that was dumb. Salt didn’t expect anything from him other than what he’d just got.

It still wouldn’t hurt to make sure Salt knew that. They’d have a little chat, as soon as Andy stepped back into the room. And who knew? Maybe they’d come to some kind of arrangement. It’d maybe be cool to have a guy he’d be able to hook up with when he was in the area. Be beneficial for them both, because Salt seemed like he’d enjoyed the fuck out of what they’d done.

Mind made up, Andy opened the bedroom door, mouth open to start yapping. The vision Salt made, sprawled on the bed, his pants pulled up almost fully but not quite, so that Andy could see the furrow of his crack, his lips parted, face relaxed in slumber… Andy closed his mouth. There was that weird racing of his pulse again, that warm wiggly feeling in his chest.

He’d get a checkup tomorrow. That sensation was disturbing him, but for now, he wanted to go get in bed with Salt, maybe sleep with him and wake up in a few hours so they could fuck again.

That was all Andy meant to do. He couldn’t say why he stripped to his boxer briefs and crawled carefully onto the bed before curling up beside Salt. He couldn’t explain why he experienced a gush of warmth inside, like some romantic greeting card commercial had come to life inside him.

And he couldn’t explain, nor did he care to examine, why the soft snuffling sound Salt made was music to his ears. Or why it had Andy scooting closer, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.

Chapter Seven

For the second night in a row, Salt woke up with Andy beside him. It took him a few minutes to figure that out, of course. He wasn’t always quick on the uptake when just waking.

The hotel room was dark, too, with only a bit of light coming from beneath the bathroom door. Salt’s tender ass brought to mind exactly what had happened between him and Andy earlier.

It was kind of embarrassing, Salt decided. He’d let someone slap his ass, slap his dick, and he’d come like he’d stored up a year’s worth of jizz in his balls. He’d
liked
the pain, because it hadn’t been pain, exactly. It’d…it’d been more than that one singular sensation.

Salt still didn’t know that he wanted to face Andy, though. He’d let the man hit him, for Christ’s sake. And yeah, yeah, he’d been in a leather club looking into something like that. But he’d hated it. That was probably an understatement, even.

Salt couldn’t figure it out when he was sleep-addled, sore-assed and starving. It probably didn’t even matter, because Andy would be moving on soon. He had a business to build and all that shit.

Thinking about that had Salt easing off the bed. He was already a mess over the man, or at least over what had happened between them.
Maybe not a mess, but I got some thinking to do for sure.

“Running out on me again?”

Salt froze upon hearing Andy’s voice. Did the man sound mad? Salt twisted around, even though he could barely make out Andy’s features in the darkness. “Got to piss, and I didn’t figure you’d have need of me now.”

Shit, did
he
sound mad? Salt cleared his throat. It was just that he’d been sleeping and had that growly just-woke-up thing going on. Probably the same for Andy.

Andy sat up and turned the bedside lamp on, which just about blinded Salt. “Shit, warn a man, will ya?” He blinked and ignored the spike of pain in his right temple.

“Sorry.” Andy sounded more amused than sorry, but Salt let it go. “That’s what you get for trying to sneak away.”

Salt blinked faster and glared. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Fuck. I don’t even know.” Andy ran his hands over his face, then fisted them in his hair, pulling so hard his eyes tilted and his brows arched. “Man, I don’t fucking know.”

Salt was concerned at Andy’s obvious distress. “Hey, no reason to worry. You just woke up. We’re both kind of addle-brained from sleep.”

Andy shook his head. “No. No, that isn’t it. I don’t know. Maybe it is.”

Salt leant back, watching Andy closely. He didn’t know the man well after all, and maybe he was unstable or something.

Andy looked at him and scoffed, “Stop it. I’m not fucking crazy.”

“If you say so.” Salt finished standing up and looked around for his keys. He hadn’t got far in the door before Andy had pounced on him, and he hadn’t put the keys in his pocket. He was going to have to turn the rest of the lights on so he could see.

“I’m not. Asshole.” Andy got up too, and the sight of all that soft, tanned skin caused Salt to pause. Andy had a fantastic ass, too, all round and plump and—”I just, I’m—” Andy huffed and looked like he was about to stomp his foot. Instead he faced Salt, and the confusion in the man’s expression was kind of heart wrenching. “I’m just not sure we should be done with each other.” He smiled nervously. “I mean, I’d… I’d like you to stay for a few hours longer, if you can, instead of running out of here like a cheap trick.”

Salt arched a brow at Andy. “You always wake up being a dick? Because if so, I gotta say I wish I’d gotten out of here earlier.”

Andy blushed and his lips thinned. Salt figured that was that, then, because he wasn’t the kind to play games and Andy was swinging hot and cold or friendly and bitchy, something. Salt wasn’t going to hang around to figure it out.

He walked over to the switches beside the door and flipped them up, turning on the overhead lights. He spotted his keys under the little table by the window.

“I’m sorry.” Andy came over, approaching him slowly. “I am, okay?”

Salt looked him in the eyes. Andy was blushing so dark he looked in danger of keeling over. “I guess my pride got hurt,” Andy muttered. “You snuck off—Sorry, sorry. You left without waking me up last night, and I woke up and wished…” Andy took a deep, stuttery breath. “Shit, this is hard.”

Salt was getting a completely uncalled-for surge of hope trying to come hopping to life in him.
No
, he told himself.
Stop it. Just cause I’m a lonely old cuss don’t mean Andy wants more than a fuck or two.

Andy held out a hand then brought it back to clutch it nervously in his other. “God damn, I just think maybe it’d be nice to wake up and not have you hightailin’ it away like you can’t wait to get away from me.”

Well, that about crushed that budding hope. Salt walked to the table and squatted. He grabbed his keys as he spoke. “Andy, I surely don’t know what bug crawled up your ass when you fell asleep, but I hope it comes back out and you quit acting like a fuckhead.” Salt didn’t know why he felt hurt. It was stupid, but he couldn’t help it. “You keep taking pot shots at me, well, fuck you. Just because I let you fuck me and slap my ass”—
and dick, Jesus—
”don’t mean you can treat me like shit.”

Like the guy at the leather club.

Salt stood and Andy was staring at the floor, or his feet, Salt didn’t know and didn’t fucking care. He just wanted his own bed. “You’re not the first guy who’s done that. I thought you were better than the other, though. Guess I was wrong.”

Salt pushed past Andy and opened the motel door. He wanted to hear Andy call him back, but he didn’t. He stepped through the door—and stopped at the soft touch to his shoulder.

“Please don’t,” Andy said quietly. “You’re right. I’m being a dick. I… Please come back in and shut the door. Please. If I’m an asshole again, you can knock the bullshit out of me. I won’t even swing back.”

Salt sighed to himself. He went back into the motel room. Why, he couldn’t say, but walking away just seemed wrong. Andy backed up and sat in one of the chairs at the table. He nibbled on his lip and watched Salt.

What was he supposed to do? Salt settled for sitting in the other chair. Andy left off trying to chew his lip off and put his hands on the table. “The thing is,” he began, nervousness evident in his voice. “I don’t do relationships. I couldn’t, before. I had responsibilities that I’ve since been relieved of—”

And doesn’t he sound bitter about it?
Salt wondered why.

“And with the company, you know how people are. They find out I’m gay and there’ll be more sales lost than made.” Andy shook his head. “I just don’t know how to be out-out. I took a chance in the feed store, because you’re just that fucking irresistible. I haven’t been with the same man twice like I have with you, not in a long long time, and the thing is…” Andy sat up and took another deep breath. He seemed to have to force himself to meet Salt’s gaze.

“The thing is, I don’t want to not do this again.” Andy waved at the bed. “Not just that, not just fucking, you know? I liked talking to you. I liked eating lunch with you at the ranch, and…and just hanging around you. That freaked me out. So I was a total dick, but I don’t—maybe if we do this all a few more times, I won’t want to see you again. I don’t know. I don’t know what you want, either.”

Salt was trying to process that jumbled mess of a confession. He frowned and rubbed his temple as that throbbing started up again. “Wait. You want what? To be fuck buddies?”

“Maybe?” Andy asked. “Does that piss you off?”

Salt almost laughed at that. “Hell no. I’m not averse to that, Andy. I’ve never had a steady anything, so yeah, I get the confusion. Might want to try not being a jackass next time you’re feeling that way over something. Easier to just talk it out and then you don’t have to apologise.”

Andy grinned. “Okay. You’re…you’re good with us hooking up when I’m in the area? No strings?”

Salt ignored the little voice in his head that protested that. “Yeah, I am.” Hell, it was more than he’d ever had before. And, he liked Andy, when he wasn’t waking up and being an idiot.

Andy beamed at him, his entire face brightening. “Cool. Awesome. So what was that about some other guy smacking your ass?”

“Shoulda known you were gonna come back to that,” Salt griped, but he had been the one to bring it up. “See, years back, I was in between jobs for a few days. I saw an ad online for this leather club in Helena. I was horny, figured it’d be a good, easy place to get fucked and maybe see what all the BDSM fuss was about. I was curious.” He laughed at his naïvety. “Man, I bought this leather jockstrap.” He shook his head. God, he’d been such an idiot.

“I bet you were sexy as fuck,” Andy said in a voice rough with burgeoning desire. “All long, lean muscles with that tight, tiny ass.”

“What ass?” Salt huffed. “Man, I ain’t built like you back there.”

Andy looked at him like he was crazy. “Seriously? Salt, you have this perfect, lean butt that’s so tight it just about squeezed my dick off. Not an ounce of fat on it, just taut, sculpted ass…”

Andy made his backside sound downright attractive. Salt let it go. Andy had seemed to enjoy fucking it earlier. “Anyway, I go there, and sheee-it, there really were men getting whipped, and gang-banged, and fisted. I was just a hick in a place I shouldn’t have been. The first night, there was this one guy who kept looking at me. Big, one of those bear types. Older than me, too. He looked brutal and I was not interested in catching his attention any more than I already had.”