Texas Wedding (11 page)

“I’ve been thinking all day about what I want to do to you,” Riley said. At that moment it was made very clear who would be in charge tonight.

He shoved Jack a little, back from the door and into the main space that was little more than clean hay and blankets. There was a soft light that Jack had hooked up to electric, and it cast a small glow on the ground. Not enough to brighten the space like sunlight, but they could see each other. That was all they needed. Riley wasn’t lying; he’d been fantasizing since their talk about getting Jack to himself, being in their space, and with a whole lot of added detail. He was going to tease Jack until his husband couldn’t bear it anymore—that was a given.

“What?” Jack unbuttoned his shirt and unzipped jeans. All the while Riley watched as he edged back toward the center and the low light.

“Boots off,” he said.

Jack complied without a word.

Riley glanced to where he knew the soft silky rope sat innocently coiled over one of the old pens. It was made for this kind of play, and as they stepped past with Jack now nearly naked, Riley grabbed it. Jack paused in pushing off his boxers, but only for a second, then those too were off and he was standing gloriously naked in front of Riley. Jack’s cock was hard, and he circled it with one hand. Riley didn’t tell him no. How could he? Standing here fully clothed and watching Jack move his hand over his cock was making Riley so hard.

“Hands,” he ordered.

Jack held out one hand, and with some reluctance he added the second, shiny on the palm where pre-cum had smeared.

“All day, Riley. I wanted you all fucking day.”

Riley nodded. He couldn’t say a word. He could bend Jack over and fuck him into tomorrow. They would get off in a minute, and as fast as they connected, he would be coming deep inside Jack. He was so tempted. He didn’t move, but he groaned his pleasure at Jack’s words.

Taking care not to tie too tight, and to give an escape knot if Jack needed it for any reason, he fastened Jack’s hands together in front of him, leaving the long end of the rope curling to the floor. Even tied, Jack curled his fingers around his cock.

“No, behind your head,” Riley said.

Jack twitched. “Riley.”

“I mean it, cowboy.”

Jack did as he was told, his hands behind his head and at his neck. The muscles of his chest, delineated through hard work and nature, bunched with the movement. The end of the rope draped over his shoulder, down over his chest, the very tip of its soft flow catching on his cock in this position, and finishing at his knees. Riley stared. He stared for so long that Jack shut his eyes. Jack had once said that Riley looking at him was enough to get him off. Riley went to his knees, grasping the rope and feeding it through Jack’s legs and back out as a loose support to his balls. Jack pushed his groin forward in instant reaction.

“Should have stuffed your ass with something,” Riley said. He regretted that Jack hadn’t been walking around already open for him all day, with a butt plug, or anything. He reached for lube, never once letting go of the length of soft linen rope. “Should have pushed my fingers into you this morning and pushed a plug in. Had it inside you all fucking day.”

Jack cursed under his breath. “Christ, Riley. You have to stop.”

The erotic fantasy of Jack with a plug, of pulling it out and pushing his cock in, had Riley’s cock so hard it was painful against his zip. He couldn’t pull it out or he’d come there and then. Smearing one hell of a lot of lube on his hand and fingers, he pressed against Jack’s ass and waited until Jack clenched and relaxed. Slowly he worked in two, then three fingers. Jack moved up on tiptoes, then down with a groan as Riley’s fingers slipped deeper. Jack was impaled on his fingers, and Riley felt like he had total control. He tightened the rope enough for Jack to feel the press of it against his balls, then he kissed Jack’s inner thigh, the hair at his groin, down to his other thigh, and with every move he slid his stubbled face against Jack’s skin.

“Shit, Riley… I’m going to come if you….”

Riley didn’t stop, he removed his fingers and knelt behind Jack. Opening Jack’s cheeks, seeing where his fingers were going, he pressed them back inside. He bit one ass cheek, then the other, kissing up Jack’s spine as he rose to stand, until he had Jack up on tiptoes, held up only on his fingers and a steadying hand on his side.

“Not until I’m inside you,” Riley said into Jack’s ear. He reached around, but didn’t touch Jack’s cock. Instead, he wound the material around it, so lightly it was barely there, but sensitized as it was, Jack could do nothing but moan and curse. Riley pinched the base of Jack’s cock; he didn’t want Jack coming now. Not yet. He wanted this moment, these delicious seconds of hanging on the precipice, to last forever.

Riley stepped back and took Jack with him, holding his weight, until he felt the support of the stall side. “Are you coming down now?” He tugged on the material. “I’m not touching you, my fingers are gone, and I’m not letting you fuck my hand.”

Jack nodded. “I was so close,” he whispered.

“Uh-huh.” Riley shoved down his pants and boxers, pushing them away with his feet. He pressed his hard cock against Jack’s hole, sliding in the copious amount of lube he’d smeared all over Jack. The tip of him caught on Jack, and Jack let out a sigh and pressed back. The rope pushed into Riley’s skin between them, and Riley let go of any hold he had, lifting Jack’s hands and looping the rope on a discreet hook in the low ceiling of the former stall. There were also two grip handles that Jack could hold if the rope became too much. Tonight Jack must want the burn of it for a while because he rested his weight half on his hands and half on Riley.

“Spread,” Riley ordered. He shuffled Jack’s legs apart with his knees and ran his hands down Jack’s back, parting his cheeks and pressing more lube inside. “Want me to make you come this time?”

“Riley….”

“You say ‘Riley, make me come,’ and I’ll push you over the edge….”

“Fuck….”

Riley chuckled a little darkly. To have Jack all tied up and maybe begging. He went to his knees again, and this time he reached around and twisted his hand around Jack’s cock with intent.

“Inside me,” Jack groaned.

“Not yet. Be patient.”

With his other hand, Riley pushed his fingers inside Jack’s hole, finding the sweet spot and massaging it gently. He could feel Jack’s cock filling, hardening even more if that was possible. As Jack was breathing and cursing at the point when Riley knew he was close, Riley stopped. He withdrew his hand, squeezed Jack’s cock, and left it alone.

“You have to say it,” he murmured as he trailed kisses up Jack’s back. “C’mon, cowboy, say it.”

“Fuck me, Riley, please.”

“Say it.”

Jack pressed back against Riley, and the movement against his already-primed cock was almost enough to bring Riley off. He didn’t want that. He wanted to be inside, and realized at that second that Jack was in control.

“Please say yes,” he said as he kiss-bit across Jack’s shoulders.

“Riley, make me come.”

Riley positioned himself and slid in all the way in one move. The burn of it made Jack move to tiptoes again, but after a minute he relaxed, and Riley gripped his hips, setting a movement that was hard but not enough to get off. He wanted Jack to come first. Twisting the material, he moved his hand to the tip of Jack’s cock and back to the root.

When Jack came, he didn’t say a word, bowed forward and back and groaned his completion. The feeling of Jack around him was enough for Riley to step up the pace, pushing hard once, twice, his orgasm was explosive, washing over him and leaving him unable to think, let alone talk.

He held Jack tight and unhooked his hands. He was still inside him, but softening, he pulled out, feeling incredibly proud of himself and more than a little turned on by the slickness of his cum in Jack’s ass.

He moved to stand in front of Jack, kissing him deeply as he unknotted the rope. When it fell free, he was careful to make sure it didn’t catch on Jack’s cock, and he encouraged Jack to lie down.

Jack didn’t argue; his eyes closed, one hand reaching for Riley. “Sleep,” he said.

Riley wiped Jack, set the alarm on his phone for ass o’clock in the morning, and cuddled into his husband, pulling a blanket over the top of them.

“Love you,” Jack mumbled.

Riley pressed a kiss to Jack’s neck, spooning him from behind. “Love you too. So much.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Jack wriggled in his chair. He could feel last night and would probably feel it for a few days. As it was, he’d had to wear a long-sleeved shirt today to hide the faint pink marks at his wrists. Looking at them made him blush. He’d begged last night, Riley wringing every second of pleasure from him, and it had been difficult getting up this morning. When they’d woken at four a.m., they stumbled back to bed, and when Jack woke again this morning, Riley was already gone, over to the CH offices in the city—something about reports and meetings.

Recalling what had happened last night had Jack hardening in his jeans. Forcing his thoughts from last night to the matter at hand was difficult, but finally he managed it.

The phone call and the knock on the door happened at precisely the same time. On the phone, Jack was fielding questions from the PI he’d hired, making notes of details and addresses, and at the door was trouble in the form of a very pissed-looking Josh with a devastated Logan in tow. Jack waved them in, scribbled the last few things down on the pad, then ended the call.

Josh was already making coffee, and Logan had slumped miserably into one of the chairs at the table. He was crying, making Jack think that Josh had forced Logan into coming into the house and the tears were of frustration. Something wasn’t right, the tension was so thick that Jack could have cut it with a knife.

“What?” he asked generally.

Logan looked at him with a pathetic, puppy-eyed expression. Josh smacked a coffee onto the table and also one for Jack, before selecting his own chair.

“Tell him,” Josh demanded.

Logan shifted uncomfortably.

“Tell me what?” Jack asked. It couldn’t be awful otherwise Josh would have had a very different expression on his face. Guilt crept into Jack; Josh had asked him to talk to Logan, and it hadn’t happened.

“Dad,” Logan whined. He looked every inch the sullen teenager that he was. His dark hair was in one of those styles that swept over his forehead, meaning it could slip a little and hide his eyes. Something he was using to his advantage now.

“Tell him what you did, Logan.”

“Daaad.”

“Logan will be working with you around school hours. For free,” Josh snapped.

Jack looked from his brother to his nephew. “He will?”

“Starting today.”

“Okay,” Jack began. “That’s, um, does someone want to tell me why?”

Logan slumped even lower. Any second and he’d be on the floor. “Icrashedthecar.”

Jack raised a single eyebrow to Josh in question. He recalled Josh driving their mom’s car into a tree when he was eleven. Surely Josh remembered that? If he remembered correctly, Josh had been grounded for an entire semester.

“Tell your uncle everything.”

Logan sat upright. This time he was less sullen and more focused. “I said I was sorry.” He looked directly at Jack. “I didn’t mean to. Dad wouldn’t let me use it.” He began to defend his actions, but almost as quickly he realized what he was doing and the sullen teenager was back. “I was fooling around.”

“Tell him what happened.”

Logan shook his head mutely, and Jack thought he saw a tear track down Logan’s cheek.

Josh softened his tone. “Logan.”

Logan looked up, then in a small voice, he explained. “Sarah was playing outside before breakfast, and when I missed the brake, I flattened her bike.”

Jack’s chest tightened. “Shit, Logan,” he said before he could censor his reaction.

Logan’s face crumpled. “I didn’t mean to.”

Josh moved to put his arm over Logan’s shoulder. “We know you didn’t mean to, but it’s the last in a long line of things, isn’t it?”

Logan leaned into his dad. “Yes.”

Jack considered the situation and saw the confusion in Josh’s expression as he spoke calmly but still had temper flashing in his words.

“Go find Robbie, Logan,” Jack said. “He’s out with Solo and Alex. Tell him you’re volunteering.”

Logan looked up at him and nodded. “I am sorry. So sorry.”

“Go find Robbie. Everything will be okay.”

As soon as Logan left, Josh collapsed in a melted heap head first on the table.

“You all right?” Jack asked. “Josh?”

“M’fine…” Josh said. He pushed himself upright and grabbed his coffee, sloshing some over his hand. “I need whiskey.”

Jack didn’t immediately go and fetch any, he wasn’t convinced that alcohol was what Josh needed. “What’s up with Logan?”

Josh shook his head. “He used to have nice friends. Remember that Cory kid? Now, he’s with a new group of boys and girls. He’s not working at school, playing truant, generally rude and disrespectful, teasing Lea until she cries, partying, and I caught him smoking. He was grounded, but he took the keys and was fooling about. When we heard the noise—” Josh paled. “Shit, I thought Sarah was under the car. Logan was crying, hysterical. I don’t know what the fuck has gotten into him.”

Jack thought his brother sounded hysterical himself. “Whatever I can do,” he reassured. “You want me to talk to him? Because I tried yesterday, and it didn’t go so well.”

“God, yes. You were my first thought. If he’s busy here every spare minute, then he’s not going to get into trouble. He listens to you.”

“Is Sarah okay?”

Josh sighed. “She was indoors. I keep saying she should move her bike into the backyard, but—”

The door opened and Riley walked in, weighed down with files and papers he’d brought in from the car. He walked straight past Jack and Josh, then returned almost immediately, his arms now empty.

“Oil reports,” he muttered and helped himself to coffee. “Sundays should be for sleeping,” he said on a yawn.

He looked tired, a little worn around the edges, but he’d been very physical last night. Still, even tired, Riley was a sight for sore eyes. He sat with his coffee, and only after a few sips, did he relax and wink at Jack.