Chaps and Hope (Mossy Glenn Ranch 1) (15 page)

“Easy my ass. Fuck. Me.”

Will pinched Troy’s nipple, got a shout for it, too. “I’m fucking you,” he reminded Troy.

“Doesn’t matter, when Carlos is on my cock he’s still driving.”

“Yeah,” Will said, grimacing. “You got a point.”

There was no more talking then, just the sounds of flesh slapping flesh, the slick sounds of penetration. Grunts and moans rang out constantly, and Will fucked Troy with rapid stabs, probably not deep, but hard.

Troy tossed his head and reached for his cock then spoke for the first time in several minutes. “Give it to me, now!”

Will humped a half dozen more times, then he wailed as he stilled, only his buttocks trembling as he came.

Troy’s moan was a long, low one that lasted as long as his climax. He gasped for air after, his mouth open and eyes closed. “God. Damn,” he said later, “I think I’m fucked out already.”

“Doubt it.” Carlos traced over where Will’s dick was still buried in Troy’s hole and Troy shivered, cum seeping out. “I bet you can come again with my fingers in you.”

“I know I can.” Will pulled out slowly and his cock was half-hard, either not having gone soft yet or else already perking back up. Will was something else. “I’m ready.”

Carlos bet he was. “Get beside Troy and tuck your knees under you. You’ll need to rise up and spread eventually, but for now that’s how I want to start.” Carlos made a rolling motion with his fingers. “You too, Troy, unless it hurts you.”

“I’m fine. I haven’t had more than a twinge for a day or two now.”

“Look at you two,” Carlos murmured, stroking both of his men’s flanks. “Side by side, ain’t a hotter sight in this world. Troy, your hole is open and wet, just waiting for something to fill it.”

Carlos got the bowl from the floor and coated his hands again. He wasted no time pushing two fingers into each man. Troy was stretched enough to take it, and Will liked that pinch.

“Yes, fuckin’ yes.” Troy arched and pushed his butt up just like Will did.

“More,” Will begged. “Please, Carlos. Please fill me up.”

Carlos twisted his fingers inside Troy and Will. He brushed over Troy’s prostate first, and Troy moaned. Will whimpered and begged and Carlos added a third digit.

“Mm, that’s nice,” Will told him. “Can’t wait to feel all of your hand in me.”

“Stop pushing me, baby,” Carlos warned him. He slipped a third finger inside Troy’s ass and Troy tensed for a moment, those silky walls rippling. “Okay, Troy?”

“Yeah, it’s just a lot after being fucked.”

Carlos pulled back at the same time he pushed his other fingers deeper into Will, touching his gland. “Too much? I can stop.”

“No!” both men shouted.

“I meant for Troy.”

“Oh thank God,” Will rasped.

“No, don’t stop, but I don’t think I can take more.”

Carlos thought that was probably accurate. He was proud of Troy for knowing his limits. “Well, let’s see if I can blow your mind.”

Gently he began finger-fucking Troy while he stopped fingering Will long enough to dip his hand in lube again. This time he sank it in past his wrist before returning to push four fingers in Will’s hole.

“Uhn, uhn.” Will rocked back, trying to fuck himself on Carlos’ fingers.

“Quit that, Will. I won’t have you hurting yourself. You either let me do the fucking or this stops.” It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Will, it was that Will tended to get lost in sensations, and it was Carlos’ job at those times to make sure Will was safe. “Come up a bit and spread your knees apart.”

Once Will had done as he was told, Carlos went to fucking him in counter-rhythm to his strokes in Troy. Troy’s cock had plumped back up and he was rubbing it, working that tip. Carlos wished he had another pair of hands, but he didn’t so all he could do was watch.

When Will’s hole was good and loose, Carlos’ fingers gliding in and out easily, he tucked his thumb and added into the mix. Will shook for him, mewling needily. Troy’s ass constricted around Carlos’ fingers on the next stroke, Will’s voice breaking on a wordless yell as he came. Carlos murmured soothingly and took his fingers out as Will dug his heels into the bed.

Then Carlos concentrated on pushing into Will’s hole over and over, stretching that rim. “Okay, Will?”

Will moaned for him and arched his back. Troy rolled onto his side then scooted down. He reached under Will and fisted his cock just as Carlos prepared to fist Will’s ass.

“You still want to take my hand?”

“Please,” Will whined.

“All right, just try to relax back here.” He rotated his hand, Will’s ring giving easily. “I’m going to put my whole hand in now, then you’re going to be very, very still while I make a fist and start fucking you.”

Will’s answer was incoherent, but he nodded his head.

“His dick is harder than I’ve ever felt it,” Troy said. “He’s ready and wantin’.”

Carlos pulled out, re-dipped his hand and wrist, then tucked his thumb and slowly but steadily pushed his fist into Will’s ass. Will’s pucker went white around his knuckles, and Carlos asked if Will wanted to stop. Will’s cry of ‘No’ had him turning his hand. It slid right on in, and Carlos’ cock wept with need as those slick tight walls contracted around his hand.

He curled it into a fist, his knuckles grazing Will’s gland. Gentle pumps first, not going too deep. Will started babbling, rolling his head from side to side.

Troy raised up and looked at Carlos’ fist going in and out of Will’s ass. “Fuck!”

Carlos couldn’t even speak for once, his throat constricted with emotion at Will’s trust. He leant forward and sucked a mark-up on one butt cheek. He kept fucking Will while he did it, until Will shrieked like the ecstasy was too intense. His ass clamped down around Carlos’ hand and Troy panted out that Will had come.

As if Carlos couldn’t tell, but he got it. This was new and scary and fucking spine-meltingly good.

“We’ve got you,” Carlos said, again and again until Will came down from the intense climax. “Now you have to work with me. It ain’t gonna feel as good coming out as it did going in.”

“Maybe I can help.” Troy moved up again and started kissing Will. After a minute or two, his inner muscles relaxed and Carlos carefully pulled his hand out.

As soon as he did, he set the bowl on the floor and shot up to cuddle Will between him and Troy. “How do you feel, baby?”

“Used. So fucking good.”

Carlos smiled and grasped his own cock. He needed to come now that he’d taken care of his men. “That’s how you should feel.”

“Need a hand?” Troy offered, reaching around Will and unerringly finding Carlos’ cock. Carlos left off jerking himself and let Troy do it. It always felt better when Troy or Will pulled him off.

Carlos fucked Troy’s hand with none of his usual finesse. Need drove him to a frenzy, and he couldn’t even breathe as he came.

They’d have to get up and get clean this time around, but Carlos was a little too boneless to move just then. “Give me ten minutes, then we’ve got a date with the shower.”

Will snickered. “For once, I don’t think I’ll be able to get it up again by then.”

Looked like Carlos had done them all pretty damned good.

Epilogue

“Come
on,
tell me what you got me. I’ll make it worth your while.” Will waggled his eyebrows at Troy, who did, unfortunately in this instance, know him too well.

“You’ll make it worth my while anyway.”

“Jerk.” Will winked when he said it and planted a kiss on Troy’s lips. “I’ll just go pester Carlos.” Not that he would have any more success, but it was fun as all get-out.

“Happy birthday,” Drake called out. “I’ve got a recipe for the most decadent chocolate cake, and one for a strawberry cake too. I thought I’d make both.”

Will stopped and poked his head through the kitchen doorway. “Really? Two for me?” He fluttered his lashes and pressed a hand to his heart. “Aw, that’s so sweet.”

Drake winked and struck a little pose. “I am just that awesome.”

“You so are. Say.” Will looked down the hall. No one was coming. He entered the kitchen and sidled up to Drake. “You don’t happen to know what Troy and Carlos got me for my birthday, do you?”

“Lots of paddlin’ for nagging,” Carlos said from the doorway.

Will slapped a hand over his mouth to push back the shriek that threatened to pop out. Paddlings didn’t sound like a bad gift at all.

Carlos looked heavenward and sighed as if he were the most put-upon man on the planet.

Will lowered his hand. “You should try Shakespeare. He had lots of drama in his plays.”

Carlos gave him an arch look. “That isn’t the way to get your presents now.”

“Presents?” Will put as much swivel in his hips as he could without dislocating anything as he walked over to Carlos. “As in, plural?”

Carlos shrugged. “Maybe not now. I might just have to keep one for myself.”

“You wouldn’t.” Will glared when Carlos didn’t crack. “You’re teasing.”

“Troy might keep one, if I don’t.”

Will racked his brain but couldn’t figure out what the hell Carlos and Troy had got him. Then he blanched. “Please tell me you didn’t get me a horse. I don’t want a horse.” They were too big and he hadn’t known he’d be scared of them until he’d tried to ride one. He hadn’t even made it to the saddle before he broke out in a cold sweat. That was the riding lesson that hadn’t happened last week.

“No horse.” Carlos leaned out of the door. “Troy, you ready?”

“Yep.”

Carlos took Will by the arm and led him to the table. “Have a seat.”

“Ooookay,” Will drawled. “Are you afraid I’m going to pass out or something?”

“You might,” Troy said as he came into the kitchen carrying a large box. A large box from which noises were coming.

Will’s heart raced. “What’s in the box?”

“You’ll have to look,” Carlos told him as Troy set it at Will’s feet.

Will pulled back a flap as he heard a yip. “Oh, oh my…oh my God!” He was going to cry. He
was
crying as he looked down at the four adorable puppies. They were small and spotted and furry and gorgeous. “Oh, come here.” He took two into his arms and rubbed his wet cheeks over their soft fur. “Thank you,” he said around an embarrassing sob. Jeez, he was such a softie.

“You’re welcome,” Troy and Carlos replied. Troy took the other two puppies out and handed one to Carlos. “We couldn’t decide on which one, so we kind of just took the whole litter. Rocky has a friend who works at the shelter in Bozeman. That’s how you ended up with these guys and girls.”

“Both?” Will tried to look under the pups he held, but they were wiggly and lick-y and
perfect.

“Need a hand?” Drake offered, holding out both of his. Will couldn’t have missed the hope in his friend’s eyes if he’d tried. He handed one to Drake.

“Sure. And, you know, I can share. We can all pick a name for one, and love them and train them—” Will frowned. “How do you train them? Are they going to be out working cattle?”

Carlos shook his head. “Nah, we got these as pets, though it wouldn’t hurt to teach them some basic commands.”

“Okay.” Will looked under the pup he held. “I have a girl, or a boy with no balls and a really weird pecker.”

Carlos laughed loudly and suddenly, Troy and Drake were chuckling as well. “Only you, Will,” Carlos said fondly. “There ain’t anyone else like you or Troy in this entire world.”

“Or like you.” Will hugged the little girl dog. “I think she’s going to be a Milly. I’ve always wanted a dog named Milly.”

“That’s a good name for her.” Carlos held the pup he had in his arms, on its back. It—no, he, Will saw—made little growly happy sounds. “This here boy needs something that makes it clear he’s the boss. He tends to keep the others in line. Maybe something like Rex. Don’t that mean king in some language?”

“It does. I like it.” It was a good doggy name, Will thought. He nodded to Troy. “What about yours? Girl? Boy?”

Troy grinned. “A girl, and the only one I ever plan on cuddling in my arms. She’s an angel, isn’t she?”

The female puppy was incredibly calm, snoozing peacefully in Troy’s arms.

“That’s what I’ll her,” Troy said as he nuzzled her fur. “Angel. If it isn’t a traditional dog name, oh well. I never had a dog so I don’t know anything about naming them.”

“It’s beautiful, just like her.” Will turned to Drake. “What are you naming that little boy?”

Drake’s surprised look made Will damned glad he’d offered. He would make sure Drake had the puppy, whatever he was going to name him, as much as he wanted him. If Carlos and Troy didn’t mind, he’d even give the pup to Drake, because sharing was the best part of gifts.

“He’s…he’s a sweet boy,” Drake murmured, eyes cast down as his cheeks turned pink. “I think he likes me. Maybe—can I call him Buddy?”

Oh, Will wanted to hug Drake so bad just then, and he was giving the man the pup, there was no way Troy or Carlos would object. Not when Drake’s loneliness was so obvious, and his comfort in the pup just as clear.

“Buddy’s fabulous, just fabulous,” Will said. “But I think one dog apiece is enough, if you’re willing to take on Buddy, there.”

Drake gaped at him. “But he’s a gift—”

“Because we couldn’t decide which pups to leave behind,” Carlos pointed out. “And sure enough, puppies are a lot of work. I think Will’s right. One each is enough for any of us.”

Will beamed. “I have the best partners and friends—and puppy—in the world.”

“And the best home,” Carlos added.

“And the best home,” Will agreed. He’d have never thought to end up on a ranch in the middle of the country, but Fate had figured him out and he was going to spend every day he had left on this planet making sure his loved ones knew just how important they were to him.

Will stood up and hugged Drake, because damn it, the man was his friend, and he needed hugs. “I’m lucky to have you as a friend.”

He moved over to Carlos and Troy. “Thank you again. I love her already, you know?”

Carlos caressed his cheek. “It shows. You’re glowing.”

Will felt like it, like he was lit up from the inside out. He supposed that was what love did, and he was brimming with it.

“I’m so glad we came here. We’re going to make this place the best ranch in Montana,” Will promised.

Carlos smiled softly. “With you and Troy here, it already is.”

Life just didn’t get any better than that.

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