Colorado Flames WIth A Texas Twist (17 page)

“I think it would be great if you did. If Matthew wants to go into the military, getting the perspective of someone other than Dad would be wise.”

Connor stood when Lane did. They stepped close to each other and Connor wrapped his arms around Lane, holding him tight. “You’ve always been one sexy little devil. If Gresh ever starts treating you wrong just tell me and I’ll knock some sense into him.”

“Thanks Connor, and I’ll hold you to that. But Gresh is good. We’ve grown.”

“That’s good to hear.”

Lane kissed Connor on the lips, neither one of them moving after their lips parted. Memories of the four of them together hit Lane and he sucked in a breath. He missed Riley. It wasn’t a good situation, a bit toxic at best, but he still missed what they had.

“We would have been good together,” Connor said.

“We were good together. But I think you with Mike and me with Gresh is the way it’s supposed to be.”

“I know it is, but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel things for you.”

“You’re a good man Connor Ellison.”

“Lane Daniels, you’re one in a million. Now go make love to Gresh so I can have evil dreams of the two of you getting dirty.”

Lane laughed and stepped away. Connor reached out and popped him on the ass. Lane spun around, grabbing his rear as he backed away.

“Hey, what was that for?”

“Old time sakes. Go get busy.”

Lane backed away a few more steps before rolling his eyes and heading down the hall. He was still shaking his head when he stepped into the bedroom.

“What’s that look for?” Gresh asked.

“I love you. I’m glad we’re still together.”

“Me too. So tell me, did something specific set you off or is it just seeing Connor.”

“Both.”

“Tell me.”

Lane went to the bathroom and Gresh followed. He pulled out his toothbrush and toothpaste, squeezing out a little on the bristles before meeting Gresh’s gaze in the mirror. He’d lost a little weight, his face was scarred, but Gresh was still the best looking man he’d ever laid eyes on. He started brushing and Gresh pushed away from the doorjamb and came to stand behind him. Gresh’s fingers smoothed over his back down to his ass. He pressed against Gresh as he finished brushing his teeth. Already his dick was hard, his body tense with expectation.

“You’re still just as fine as the day we met.” Gresh’s voice raked over Lane, sending tendrils of heat all the way to his toes.

Lane spit and turned on the water, rinsing his mouth. He stood and leaned back, resting his head on Gresh’s shoulder. Gresh’s heated gaze met his again. They were going to get wild tonight. It had been a while since they’d let loose. With Lafferty and Matthew coming into their life and then Daniel, they’d been stressed. They had sex, but they’d not really let loose.

“Come to the bedroom and take off your clothes while I watch.” Gresh kissed Lane’s neck before stepping away and heading into the bedroom.

Lane closed his eyes, savoring the love they shared. He’d wanted this for a while but hadn’t asked. Gresh was already naked and on the bed when he stepped out of the bathroom. When he’d first met Gresh, he’d thought the man was perfect, and he’d had a body to match that image. Now they were both scarred, their age was starting to show and they looked less than perfect, but he’d never been happier with a guy.

Gresh turned on some sultry music, the notes sliding over Lane, caressing his soul. He closed his eyes and threw his head back as he started swaying. The bed squeaked a little but he didn’t look. Lane tugged the hem of his shirt up, exposing a bit of his skin. Gresh gasped and then groaned. Lane’s lips curved up in a smile. Gresh was his to toy with and he loved to play this game.

Lane crossed his arms over his chest and grabbed the hem of his shirt, slowly revealing his body to the man of his dreams. Once his shirt was over his head, he opened his eyes so he could see Gresh’s reaction. He wasn’t disappointed.

Gresh had stretched out on the bed, one hand on his dick, the other on his chest pinching his nipple. Lane turned away, facing the wall and began working on his jeans. He wiggled his hips and began pushing the material down. The stiff material scraped over the top of his crack and Gresh moaned again.

“I love watching you get undressed.”

Lane loved the compliments Gresh threw his way. He shoved his pants lower and was rewarded with a low growl from Gresh. His dick was hard and precome beaded from the slit. He wanted Gresh to suck him tonight. It always felt good to have Gresh’s lips on him.

Lane kicked off his boots before shoving his jeans all the way to the floor. His rhythm broke as he tugged off his socks, but he had Gresh hooked and that’s what
mattered most. He could extend the dance, tease Gresh more, or he could go to his man and let him touch him. After a quick glance over his shoulder, he stopped dancing and turned to face Gresh.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. Come over here and let me touch you.” Gresh sat up and slid to the edge of the bed as Lane moved closer.

Love shone in Gresh’s eyes, leaving Lane fully satisfied. As long as Gresh looked at him this way, he’d never need anything else. The swipe of Gresh’s thumb over his cockhead made him gasp. Then Gresh lifted his thumb to his mouth and sucked on the end of it.

“Mmm, you taste so good.”

“Suck me,” Lane whispered.

Gresh grabbed his hips and pulled him close. The smooth slide of Gresh’s lips over his belly caused Lane to gasp. He leaned his forehead against Lane’s stomach and took a deep breath. Gresh looked up, his eyes bright with moisture. “I can’t believe that you stayed with me. Through everything, you’ve been here. You put up with so much crap.”

Lane cupped Gresh’s cheeks and bent to kiss him. “Babe, you’re my world.”

“You’ve given me so much. Our kids are amazing. When you first told me about Matthew and Lafferty I thought you were an idiot for bringing homeless people into our house, but if you hadn’t found them I would never have experienced the joy of having teen boys. They have touched me in ways I never would have thought possible.”

“I love them so much.”

“I know you do.”

Tears slid down his cheeks and he noticed Gresh was crying too. This was supposed to be hot and twisted sex that left them both breathless, but it looked like it was going to turn into a very emotional love making session. He didn’t mind because he and Gresh were together.

Their lips met again, Gresh pushing Lane to the mattress, covering his body. The slide of Gresh’s dick against his made his body tingle. He spread his legs, allowing Gresh to sink between his thighs. The pressure of Gresh’s weight was like coming home. He sighed, opening himself for his man.

Gresh kissed down his throat and between his pecs. He didn’t hesitate as he made his way lower to Lane’s cock. His hot mouth wrapped around the tip of Lane’s dick and he arched up. Gresh hummed his approval and sucked down on him again. Lane fisted the sheets and fought for control that he had no chance of holding onto. Gresh’s tongue swirled over the tip of his dick before he slid his lips down the shaft. When he drew up, Gresh increased the suction and Lane cried out. Gresh didn’t let up, instead he did it again, his mouth working over Lane so well he thought he had gone to heaven.

Lane felt his orgasm start to rise and then Gresh pulled off and wrapped his fingers around the base of Lane’s cock. “Not yet,” Gresh growled.

“Fuck me now,” Lane begged.

“You got it.” Gresh grabbed the lube off the side table and flipped open the lid. He poured some of the slick on his dick, spreading the thick substance over the tip before sliding his hand over Lane’s hole. He pushed one finger in and found Lane’s gland, torturing Lane with exquisite pleasure.

Lane’s breath came in gasps as Gresh milked his cock, letting the thick precome drip onto his stomach. “Fuck me. Come on, I need you.”

Gresh chuckled and Lane feared his man would keep torturing him, but he pulled his finger out and lifted one of Lane’s legs, placing it on his shoulder. The pressure at his ass was welcome relief. “This what you want?”

“Please.” Begging wasn’t beneath him and he started pleading for Gresh to slide in.

“Mmm, I love this.”

“What, teasing me?”

“No, the feel of your ass against the tip of my dick. Every time I get right here I want to slide the tip against your opening again and again.”

“Fuck, you’re killing me.”

“Do you like this?” Gresh asked.

“Yes,” Lane hissed as he grabbed for Gresh, trying to get him to penetrate him.

The pressure of Gresh’s fingers on his body increased seconds before he pushed in. Lane gasped and adjusted, forcing his body to relax as Gresh began sliding in and out, fucking him deep. He surrendered to the delicious pressure, his balls pulling tight. Lane reached between them and began stroking his cock. For a second he thought Gresh was going to bat his hand away and force him to prolong the pleasure, but Gresh kept pounding him, his hips slapping against Lane’s body. The noise was sweet music to Lane’s ears.

Gresh dipped low, his lips brushing over Lane’s. “I love you so much. You’re the only one. You, and that’s it. Lane Daniels, I’ll never recover if you ever leave me.” Gresh shoved in hard, his thrusts stealing away Lane’s breath. “This.” Gresh pushed in again and wrapped his hands under Lane’s back and held onto his shoulders. “You, it’s always been you.”

Lane clutched at Gresh’s sweat slick skin, his fingers slipping, almost losing his hold on the man. “Gresh,” Lane cried out. He tried to hold on, but Gresh’s weight on him and the dick up his ass drew him to the edge. Gresh kissed his neck, the slide of his lips too much. Lane’s dick expanded just before his orgasm hit. His muscles clenched and his breathing stalled. Gresh bucked above him, but Lane was lost to the pleasure, his mind blanking.

Gresh’s fingers dug into his shoulders as his hips slammed into Lane one last time. Gresh held still. Lane drew in a breath, gasping for air as Gresh held him tight. After a long moment, Gresh let go of his leg and pulled out.

He dropped to the bed beside Lane, his body shaking and covered with sweat. They lay together for a long while, Gresh’s head on Lane’s shoulder. The light on the baby monitor beside their bed turned red and a cry pierced the silence.

“I’ll get it,” Gresh said, but they heard Lafferty in the hall before they could even stand up.

“I’ve got him,” Lafferty said, his voice soft over the monitor.

Lane and Gresh held each other while they listened to Lafferty soothe Daniel. A thick lump in his throat kept Lane from speaking. Gresh laughed beside him as Lafferty began singing a nonsensical song, describing the ranch and all the guys. They didn’t move until Lafferty stopped singing. They heard the door close and Lafferty’s steps in the hall as he made his way back to his room.

“God, we have good kids,” Gresh said.

“We do.” Lane rolled out of bed and headed into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and stepped in, not caring that the spray was cold. The water heated as he began soaping his body. Gresh stepped in with him and leaned against the tile. Lane soaped up Gresh, spending extra time on his balls just because he loved holding them.

Gresh yawned, his eyes drooping. Lane cupped Gresh’s ass and pulled him close. They held each other as the water splashed on Lane’s back. After all that they’d been through, he’d never walk away from Gresh.

“Let’s get you into bed. I’m turning off the alarms for the morning.”

“I have—”

“You need to sleep. I was thinking we should hire another man for a few months, until Daniel is older. We have three new babies on the ranch and now we have teenagers. We need to make life as stable as possible for Matthew and Lafferty. Once things calm down, we’ll scale back.”

Lane turned off the water and handed a towel to Gresh. They both dried in silence then Gresh grabbed Lane’s arm and held him still.

“I think you’re right. Let’s look after our family. We have the money. When Hamilton was alive he bitched about every little line item added to the expenses of this ranch, but this is our life, our family, not a way for us to make money.”

“You know me well enough to know that I won’t let the ranch run in the red,” Lane said.

“I know, but I also know that you’re right on this matter. Kip and Jamie are busy, Jump and Bruce are heading up Miller Enterprise, that means we’re already down a few cowboys.”

“I might hire two guys,” Lane said.

Gresh nodded. “That would be fine.”

“You do know that I respect your opinions.” They’d struggled with this issue before, but now they were okay. They didn’t always agree, but they both knew the other wanted what was best for their family.

“I know and I value your input. We’re busy and things are probably going to get crazier before they calm down.”

“Okay, now, go get in bed, I’m going to make sure Matthew and Lafferty are good before I go to sleep.”

“One thing.” The hard steel of Gresh’s voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Yes?”

“Put on more clothes. Connor is here.”

“Shit, I forgot.” Lane grabbed a pair of briefs and slipped them on before tugging on the shorts he’d planned on wearing. He grabbed a shirt and pulled it on, kissing Gresh before he left the bedroom.

At the door to Daniel’s room he listened for a moment before moving on. Lafferty’s door was open and he was asleep in the center of his bed, his arms spread out and his mouth open. Lane smiled before moving on to the kitchen. He stopped when he heard Connor and Matthew talking about the Marines. He was going to interrupt them, but he decided that letting Connor share his experiences would be good for Matthew. The boy needed strong men in his life. Matthew had experienced so much pain already that he needed to know that more than just Lane and Gresh cared for him. The connection he and Gresh had with Connor was still strong though they didn’t share sex anymore. He could trust Connor to look after Matthew.

Lane headed back to the bedroom he shared with Gresh, his heart filling with pride for what they’d created. It had taken them years to get to this point, but they were solid. Nothing could pull them apart now. He opened the door and heard Gresh’s soft snores. He climbed into bed with his man and snuggled close, comforted by Gresh’s breathing as he drifted off to sleep where his dreams were nowhere near as sweet as his reality.