Chaps and Hope (Mossy Glenn Ranch 1) (6 page)

Shoulda told him not to spill a drop.
Carlos released Will’s hair. “Once you’re done drinking him down, come up here and let Will lick your mouth clean.” Then they really were going to get on with the chores.

Troy hummed and suckled Will’s tip as Will kept up with the breathless sounds. Eventually Troy stood and attacked Will’s mouth. He grabbed onto Carlos’ hips, holding him with enough strength that Carlos figured he’d have bruises. That was fine with him, he didn’t think he should ever be the only one leaving marks.

He almost had to separate Troy and Will, but eventually Troy stepped back and wiped his mouth.

“Now, you two ready to get to work?” Carlos asked.

“Am I ever?” Will retorted, but he fastened up his jeans once Carlos let go of him. “It’s so much more fun to play, but yeah, get to bossing us around so we can get to the good part later.”

Carlos swatted Will on the butt. “Yeah, so you grab the paint and rollers, I’ll get the trays and ladders, and we’ll get on painting the barns. Troy, you need help carrying anything to the house?”

Troy shook his head. “Nah, I got it. If I need anything, I’ll holler.”

“Good enough. How long you think it’ll take you to get the place liveable?” Carlos grinned. “I can’t fuck you and Will like I want to at a hotel.” Then he narrowed his eyes and looked up at the bright blue sky. “Well, unless I gag you both so’s you don’t make too much noise.” The idea certainly had merit, and making Will be quiet would be a challenge even with a gag on him.

“Uh.”

Carlos tipped his head back down so he could eye Troy. “Yeah?”

Troy’s cock was hard and pressing against his thigh, Carlos was proud to note.

“A gag?” Will squeaked.

“Yeah, why not?” Carlos would bet anything Will was already planning on what online store to shop at as soon as he got the chance.

“A couple of days,” Troy rasped. “I’ll make sure it’s ready by then, at least habitable.”

Carlos leaned in for a quick kiss from Troy, and took one from Will, too. “All right then, let’s get this done so we can have us a real home of our own.” Carlos really wanted that for them, and they all needed it. He hoped they could have it here, at the Mossy G.

Chapter Six

Considering he’d been tending bar for years, Troy wasn’t too unhappy with his handyman skills. He’d got quite a bit done, and had only scraped his knuckles once or twice. At least he hadn’t smashed his thumb or shot himself with the nail gun. All in all, he’d been damned productive.

Carlos and Will had got a lot of the painting done, too, although Will had sworn he was going to buy a paint sprayer in Bozeman tomorrow before they rode back out to the ranch. Troy couldn’t blame him. Painting didn’t seem to be one of Will’s talents, or if it was, he must like to roll in the paint, too, because when Troy saw him walking up the drive, there was little of Will and his clothes that wasn’t red.

Troy had a flash image of Will naked, rolling on a paint-soaked canvas, and his cock shot to full staff in seconds. He turned around and pushed against it, trying to ease some of the discomfort as his jeans pinched at that delicate skin even through his underwear.

“Got a problem there, sexy?” Will called out.

Troy scowled over his shoulder before giving up on getting his cock in a more comfortable position. He faced Will, and Carlos, who ambled behind at a slower pace. “I just was thinking how you’d look nekkid rolling in paint.”

“Was already a damn near thing,” Carlos hollered before Will could speak. “He fell on the paint tray. Twice.”

Troy snickered and Will flipped him off. “Whatever. I still look fuckable and adorable.” Then he turned and Troy just knew he was smirking. “And guess what, Carlos?”

“Oh, no you don’t,” Carlos mock-growled right before Will shrieked and ran at him. Carlos sighed like his patience was being tested, but his open arms and soft smile belied that sound. He planted his feet shoulder-width apart just as Will launched himself in the air. “Oomph!”

Troy laughed, feeling light and happy inside as Will wound his arms and legs around Carlos. Their Will was a cuddler, and a tackler, and the combo was certainly entertaining, among other things.

Carlos caught Will easily enough, Carlos’ long, lean body solid muscle. He cupped Will’s ass and kneaded it as Will humped against him. “Enough of that, now,” Carlos warned, right before he delivered what had to be a jarring smack to Will’s butt. “Gonna make me paddle your ass before the drive to Bozeman—and I won’t let you come this time.”

Will groaned and dropped his head to Carlos’ shoulder. “Aw, man. You know I can come again—”

“Not happening. You get spanked, you have to show enough restraint not to come or else there’s no more fucking when we get back to the hotel.”

Troy frowned and tried to calculate what Will’s choice would be. Will leaned his head back and asked Carlos, “Why are you being mean to me?”

“I’m not being mean to you, just trying to give us all something more to look forward to.” Carlos nipped at Will’s neck and Troy found himself walking towards his lovers, need coiling in his groin. “And you love it when I tell you what to do.”

“When you go all Dommy on me.” Will did something that made Carlos rumble in approval. “I like it when you turn all big, bad Dom, cowboy. You know it.”

Troy stopped beside them and saw the pleased expression Will wore. “You like him telling you that you won’t get to come again or get fucked, too, don’t you, baby?” As if he needed to ask. The answer was as plain as the smug look on Will’s face.

“Well, duh. Boss me around and make me your bitch,” Will proclaimed saucily. “I’ll even dress up for you both.”

Troy had to close his eyes and picture every gross thing he could to keep from begging Carlos to just let them play here. The promise of Will dressed up like he’d been over Halloween, wearing a short skirt and high heels, garters and thigh-highs… Even his makeup had been perfect. Troy had never been attracted to a woman a day in his life, but give him Will dressed in drag and he about lost his mind.

Carlos must have felt the same way too, because he got a look about him that made Troy and Will both shiver with anticipation. At least Troy was fairly sure Will was anticipating their fucking later, just like he was.

“You bring anything like that to wear for us?” Carlos asked in a voice more rough than not. “The heels, hose, makeup—all of it?”

Will smiled coyly and fluttered his lashes. “You have no idea how many sexy outfits I have to wear for you two. Just get me to a room and give me half an hour to get ready, and I’ll make your heart stop.”

“I’ll be happy for you to make my dick so hard I can’t walk,” Carlos retorted. “I’d rather keep the ol’ ticker going.”

“Same here, except I’m already suffering with a possibly terminal hard-on.” Troy tried again to adjust his junk. “Seriously, between the way it’s getting pinched and the lack of blood to my brain, I can’t last much longer.”

Carlos guffawed and Will snickered. Carlos set Will down and immediately palmed Troy’s cock. His eyes gleamed as he stroked and Troy tried to keep himself upright as pleasure rolled through him. God, but he wanted to lie down and let Carlos rub his belly…among other body parts.

“Maybe you need a little relief, hm?” Carlos mused as he kept up the firm massaging. “After all, you didn’t get off earlier. You sucked Will until he shot, then you had to get to work. Doesn’t quite seem fair.”

Troy manfully bit back a whimper. Carlos was right, it didn’t seem fair—but Carlos hadn’t come yet, either. Then again, Carlos could fuck for hours before he came. Troy wasn’t quite up to that level of control, and Will, well, he never would be.

Carlos leaned in and bit Troy’s lip, the sting sharp and fresh and perfect. “Of course, I ain’t all about being fair, not when it comes to something like this.” He smiled evilly and stopped touching Troy. “So why don’t you get in the truck? The sooner we get on the road, the sooner we can all have some fun.”

“Jesus, you’re cruel,” Will muttered, but he was staring at Carlos with admiration and love in his eyes. “I adore you both, you know that, right?”

“Yup.”

Troy had to clear his throat before he could manage to speak. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for either of you.”
Nothing.
Because without them,
he
was nothing.

Carlos grabbed him and plundered his mouth in the way that always set Troy’s dick to leaking. This time was no exception. He clawed at Carlos’ shoulders, needing to mark the man just as Carlos had marked him inside. And outside, more than once. Fingerprints, hickies, the occasional swat to the butt, all had left colourful bruises on him courtesy of Carlos. Will, too, because he got off on leaving love bites all over Troy’s body. Troy got off on it just as much as Will did.

Carlos pushed the heel of his hand against Troy’s cock and Troy’s world shrank down to the sensation boiling in his balls. He struggled to find a shred of control, but Carlos did his growling thing, the rough and low grind of his voice flowing into Troy’s mouth at the same time he clamped a hand to Troy’s ass.

Before he could stop himself, Troy thrust his hips. Fire shot up from his sac, his climax intense and sudden as it slammed through him. The first jet of spunk shot from his cock and Troy moaned, relief and ecstasy making him light-headed.

“Does he not get to come again tonight?” Will asked.

Carlos gentled his hold, and ended the kiss with a lick over Troy’s lips that almost made him hard all over again. He wore a satisfied look as he rubbed his thumb over Troy’s bottom lip, and Troy was damned proud of himself for putting that look there.

“Nah, he deserved it, having sucked you off and not even asked for a blow job himself. Or even a hand job. Don’t you think he had this one coming to him?”

Lord, but the tenderness in Carlos’ voice was causing a flurry of jittery things to bounce around in Troy’s stomach. Made him warm inside, too. He’d bet if someone could see his insides, they’d be all warm, velvety chocolate and unicorns, rainbows, puppies and kittens. Love had to look something like that.

“Yeah, he did.”

Will sounded just as love-stupid as Troy felt. They were something, the three of them.

“And he gets to ride to Bozeman with cummy jeans on,” Carlos said after a moment.

Troy groaned. “Swear to God, you just saying that made it all cold and nasty down there now.”

Once they finished laughing and made sure everything was put away, they got in the truck, Troy offering to drive as he did just about every time. Carlos actually tossed him the keys, surprising him. “You haven’t let me drive in a while. What’s up?”

Carlos assisted Will into the truck, handling his pert ass quite a bit along the way. As soon as he was done groping Will, Carlos focused on him. “You ain’t banned from driving or anything. I just needed time to get past the psychological scar from your last time doing it.”

“You did scare the shit out of us,” Will piped up from inside the truck, almost shouting to be heard. Troy opened the driver’s door and Will toned it down—a fraction of a decibel. “I mean, you almost rolled the truck, and this thing is Carlos’ baby.”

“There was a deer!” Troy said, exasperation tingeing his voice. “If you two hadn’t been all over each other, you’d have seen it.” It’d been a baby, all tiny and skitter-legged. Troy swerved, and narrowly missed it and its mama as she came leaping across the highway. If he’d have hit either of them, there was a good chance he’d have cried.
Especially that cute little baby. I’da been sobbing like a teenager at that damned vampire movie premiere.
“They were cute.”

“That’s your best defence?” Will asked sceptically. “Seriously? Aren’t
we
cuter?”

Troy knew he ought to shut up, but damn it, he couldn’t let Will get the last word. “Right now you’re looking kinda obnoxious,” he teased. Will stuck out his tongue and Troy got in the truck. “Nah, it was just an instinctive thing. I wouldn’t put Bambi and his mama above y’all.”

“I’ve swerved for a deer or two in my time,” Carlos admitted. “Dogs and cats, too. Squirrels, well, I’d swear those fuckers are just suicidal. They always run out on the road then dive under your wheels at the last second.”

Will snapped his seatbelt on as he agreed. “I know! I can’t tell you how many squirrels I’ve taken out. And geez, I cried the first half-dozen times I offed one of them. Now I just puke. That
thud…
”

Troy shivered. That
thud
was pretty nasty. “I hate it when birds fly into whatever I’m driving. I’ve had them hit the side of the vehicle, but it’s the windshield, oh man, that’s just vile.”

“Yeah, it is, and I think we can come up with more pleasant conversation for the ride to Bozeman.”

There was something dark and dangerous in Carlos’ voice, and Troy wasn’t the only one to catch onto it. Will loosed a breathy little sound and Troy would just bet the man was a touch away from shooting his load.

“What’d you have in mind?” Troy scratched out, trying to fasten his own seatbelt while he felt clumsy with lust.

“Oh, I dunno. Maybe rearranging some of what we’d planned.” Carlos reached over and pinched one of Troy’s nipples and one of Will’s, making them both curse. He didn’t do it lightly at all. “I’m thinking Will’s dressup is gonna have to wait. In fact, I’d rather he surprise us with that. Can’t you picture us coming into the ranch house, finding ourselves greeted by Will dressed up for us? Man oh man, that makes me need.”

“Yeah.” Troy was going to have that image in his mind until it actually happened.

Will fairly bounced in his seat. “I could
so
do that! You guys are in for a real treat once we get settled in there.”

“I know we are.” Troy got the truck turned around and headed down the drive. He needed a change of subject, quick. Between the nasty mess in his britches and the potential for another erection if they kept talking about Will in drag, he’d be miserable all the way to Bozeman if he didn’t get the guys to chatting about something else. “Did you get pics of Will in the paint?”

“Yup, sure enough did,” Carlos said happily. “He camped it up, didn’t you, Will?”

“Of course. I had to make sure I looked my best for you two.” Will winked at Troy. “Especially since you didn’t get to see it. God, I went down like Goliath must have when he got whacked in the head, just
wham!
Right off the ladder and into the paint tray. Yeah, twice.” Will’s laughter was almost musical, at least to Troy it was. It wrapped around him and spread the joy it carried right through him. “I was only on the first step though.”

“And you wouldn’t have tumbled the second time if you’d have wiped off properly,” Carlos grumbled. “You just about scared a decade off my life, Will.” His voice dropped into a deeper register. “I think you’ll have to make that up to me.”

Troy could well imagine the look Carlos was giving Will—that dark, commanding way he had of holding you in place with just his arresting stare. Troy couldn’t risk glancing at his lovers when he was doing seventy down the road. If any deer decided to play dodge-truck tonight, it wouldn’t bode well for the critters.

“I’ll make it up to you,” Will began. “I’ll—”

“You’ll nothing. Tonight I’ll be calling the shots.”

Well, damn.
Troy clenched his ass, his hole aching for what Carlos was sure to give him. Or maybe not. Carlos liked to push him. Troy knew he might not get that big dick inside him at all. Even so, Carlos wouldn’t leave him wanting. He’d drive Troy to the brink of pleasure and keep him there for a while before shoving him on over. It was an addictive experience.