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

Salt tensed, then he had to turn, at least enough to peer behind him. Sure enough, the handsome stranger was approaching. Those dark eyes met his gaze and Salt felt a sexual thrill that made his dick do more than twitch. He turned back around, silently scolding himself and telling his pecker to mind its manners.

“Hey, Andy,” Teddy called out, when Rocky paused. “This here young lady has been plumb inspired by your feed.”

Rocky went red as a stop sign. Salt had known she was joking, but Teddy…wasn’t always the brightest star in the sky, even though he was nice.

“Rocky here’s talking about starting some kind of animal yoga ‘cause of all the health nuts—” Teddy glanced at her. “That’s what you called ‘em, right?”

Rocky made a strangled sound and closed her eyes.

“I imagine Rocky was joking around, Teddy,” Andy said in a deep, rich voice that reminded Salt of dark chocolate and sin. “I’d be happy to explain the benefits of using my feed instead of any of the bigger names’ merchandise.”

The man was gracious. He could have made Rocky feel like a fool, or laid on the guilt instead of being a decent human being. Rocky stopped trying to hide behind her closed lids, opening her eyes and sighing. She turned and Salt did too.

Jesus.
Salt had to bite his tongue to keep from saying it out loud, but hell, standing face to face with Andy was like being slugged in the gut with desire so intense Salt just wanted to fold over and moan out his need. Andy’s eyes were every bit as dark as the best chocolate, and his lips, that thinner top one especially, just called for sucking on.

“I’m glad you’re not the thin-skinned type,” Rocky said, offering Andy her hand to shake. “Seems like no one has a sense of humour no more.”

Andy smiled, and the change in expression turned him from simply attractive to devastatingly handsome. Salt was close to swooning, something he’d always thought only old uptight people did. He didn’t know why this one man was so appealing to him, didn’t know what stars were in perfect alignment or where his horoscope was meeting up with which planet, but goddamn, he wanted Andy, wanted him bad.

“I know what you mean,” Andy said. “We’re so politically correct you can’t crack a joke.”

“Yeah, exactly.” Rocky tucked her hands in her back pockets. “I reckon we could talk to our boss about you coming out and explaining this feed of yours. I don’t see what’s wrong with what we use, but I know I’m not ever gonna understand all the scientific parts of whatever it is you’ll be saying. What do you think, Salt?” She looked at him.

Salt nodded. “Yeah, we can talk to Carlos, see if he’s interested.”
Oh thank God my voice didn’t crack.
As dry as his mouth had gone when he turned to face Andy, Salt was surprised he could even speak. “I tell you what, you got a card?”

“I do.” Andy took one out of his shirt pocket. “I’m Andy Calder, co-owner of Organic Feeds.”

“Saul Johnson, just a ranch hand at the Mossy Glenn.” Salt took the card, then as soon as he tucked it into his pocket, Andy held his hand out to shake. “People call me Salt.” Oh, but he almost whimpered when Andy’s warm hand clasped his. Salt had decades of calluses built up on his hands. They weren’t anywhere near to being the most sensitive part of his body, but right then, as they shook, he’d have bet every nerve in his body had transported to his right hand.

“Salt.” Andy gave him a half-grin and licked his lips. “My favourite spice.”

Salt felt his eyes widen at the brazen flirt. Rocky chortled and started chattering at Teddy about the feed order.

Andy didn’t release Salt’s hand. In fact, he used it to tug Salt a half a step closer. “I’ve heard a lot of things about the Mossy Glenn,” Andy said in a rough whisper. “You should give me a call when you’re done working today and give me a private tour of the place.”

“Wouldn’t be much privacy from the second you got there,” Salt managed to get out. “Cowboys are a nosy bunch. We’d be spied on unless we rode pretty far out, and if you’re wanting to sell feed to my employers, I don’t know that that’d be the first impression you’d want to make with them.”

Andy stroked his palm and released his hand. “Maybe not the best idea, then, but you… I don’t beat around the bush, Salt. I’d love to feel your mouth on me.”

Salt was old enough not to be shy, but he hadn’t had the freedom to be out and proud until only recently. He didn’t know what to say, how to handle such a come-on out in a public place that wasn’t a skeezy gay bar.

But he did know that he wanted the same thing Andy did. That gave him the impetus to keep from freaking out. “You got a room in town?”

Andy shook his head. “No, but I will have. Won’t hurt to stay in town a couple of days and see if your bosses will let me talk to them while I’m here.”

Salt’s entire body heated with excitement. He was going to get laid, by Andy, who was the best-looking man he’d ever been granted the chance to hook up with. “There’s the Super 8 Motel, unless you want to drive about half an hour for something fancier.”

“Super 8 will do just fine.” Andy brushed his knuckles over Salt’s thickening dick. “I’ll be ordering some pizza and popping open a beer about six. You have a phone so I can text you my room number?”

“I do.” Salt waited until Andy had his fancy phone out, then he gave Andy his number.

“You have mine on the card,” Andy said as he tucked his phone away. “I’ll see you this evening. Be ready for me.”

Salt almost lost the battle to keep from getting a full-blown hard-on at that point. He nodded and forced himself to turn around, get back to business. Even so, as he joined in the conversation with Rocky and Teddy, his mind was on the coming evening.

It had been over a year since he’d been with anyone. Even then, most of the hookups he’d had were just quickies. There’d been the occasional night spent with someone, the freedom to touch and discover what one another liked, but it had been damned rare. Rare enough he couldn’t even remember the last guy he’d been with that way.

He couldn’t sleep over at the motel, but he could stay until they were both well and truly sated.

Salt was very aware of Andy’s presence in the feed store, of the clomp of his footsteps. He could see Andy in his peripheral vision, doing something on his phone over by the bags of food.

Salt’s phone vibrated. “Excuse me,” he said to Teddy and Rocky as he took the phone from his belt clip. Salt opened his phone and saw the text message from Andy.

Well, he guessed he knew what Andy had been doing on his phone. His text had the room number at the Super 8, along with the repeated order that Salt be ready for him.

Salt hadn’t been so turned on since he’d first lost his virginity. Maybe not even then. He was going to be ready all right. He texted Andy back, because there was something the man needed to know.

You’d better be ready too.

Chapter Three

Salt took some ribbing from Rocky, who hadn’t been as oblivious to him and Andy flirting as she’d seemed. Of course the other ranch hands picked up on it and by the time Salt was on his way to the Super 8, even Carlos, Troy and Will had teased him.

He didn’t mind—he liked the camaraderie at the Mossy G. Besides, he was squeaky clean inside and out. Andy was waiting on him, and he was going to have a damned good time, barring Andy just being a shitty lover. Salt didn’t think that’d be the case. Andy was too confident to be bad in bed.

The drive to Ashville seemed to take twice as long, and by the time Salt pulled up in front of room 113, his dick was already half-hard from all the things he’d imagined him and Andy doing. He parked the truck and shut it off. Salt did a quick check of himself in the rearview, then he tugged his hat down just a hair in front.

Salt didn’t lie to himself about his appearance. He was forty-five and had spent more time outside than inside. The sun had darkened his face, left deep proof of his lack of sunscreen use etched into it. His black hair was going to be more white than not soon.

But he was still trim, tall and lean with tightly honed muscles. Granted, parts of him were so white they might blind a person, but none of him was bad to look at. Though he wouldn’t win any beauty contests, either.

Salt unbuckled and got out of the truck. He shut the door then strode over to Andy’s room. Before he got to it, Andy was standing in the doorway wearing obscenely low-hanging sweats that showed off an inch or two of his pubes above the waistband. He didn’t have a shirt on, so his tanned torso was on display. Andy had broad shoulders and a nice amount of brown chest hair. He didn’t have a chiselled six-pack, but he wasn’t overweight, either. He was solid, and damn, he looked good.

“Come on in, cowboy,” Andy rumbled as he stepped back. Salt could see that his cock was already beginning to rise, and there was no mistaking it for anything other than huge. It made Salt clench his ass in anticipation of feeling it spreading him open.

Salt didn’t get more than clear of the door than Andy slammed it shut. Andy grabbed him by the shoulders, and Salt thought it was going to be hard and fast, Andy overpowering him or trying to—but no. Andy held him still and just stared at him, maybe studying his features, though for what, Salt didn’t know.

It should have made him nervous, being inspected like a bull up for auction, but it didn’t. There was a warmth in Andy’s expression that made it clear he was enjoying the view. That, and Andy kneaded Salt’s shoulders instead of just keeping his hands still.

Andy flicked his glance down to Salt’s lips. “Do you kiss?”

Salt hadn’t often, but only because of the nature of the men he’d been with. Neither he nor them had been interested in anything above the belt. “Yeah.” There was no question that they both wanted it.

Andy tugged him closer. They pressed together from knee to chest, Andy’s cock a hot brand against Salt’s. They were evenly matched in height, which was nice. Andy ran his hands up the sides of Salt’s neck and Salt settled on a loose grip of Andy’s bare hips. Those sweats had to be hanging up on Andy’s dick.

Andy took Salt’s cowboy hat off and gave it a sailing toss onto the small table. Without anything else in the way, he cupped the back of Salt’s neck. Salt tipped his head to the left and moved it forward just as Andy did.

The instant their lips touched, Salt moaned and closed his eyes. He clenched his hands, squeezing Andy’s hips as Andy suckled on his bottom lip. Andy brought his other hand around to frame Salt’s jaw. Salt inhaled through his nose as he opened his mouth wider, hoping to encourage Andy to bring his tongue on in.

Andy licked Salt’s lips, tracing the line of them then wetting them each, nibbling on them until Salt was on the verge of begging for that kiss. Then Andy slid his tongue in and laid claim to every inch of Salt’s mouth. All Salt could do was hang on and try to keep up. He surely wasn’t going to gain control of the kiss. Andy clearly had more experience in this area, and Salt was fine with it.

He met Andy’s thrust of tongue with greedy sucks and barely muffled whimpers. Andy’s flesh was so warm and taut under Salt’s hands, Salt didn’t think he’d ever tire of touching him.

It didn’t matter that they were standing in a cheap motel room, that they didn’t know each other—Salt had been in that position more times than he could count. All that did matter was the need welling inside Salt, seeping out of his pores and bleeding onto Andy.

Andy growled into the kiss and his grip firmed up until it was almost painful. Almost, but not quite. Salt jerked on Andy’s hips, needing so bad he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t come in his pants. His cock was pinned painfully behind the denim, and he wanted to be naked, or at least get his cock free, now before it got damaged.

He got a hand between them and began working his belt buckle open. Why’d he dress in his finest? It wasn’t as if he’d thought his clothes were going to stay on for long, and the belt he had on was trickier to unbuckle than the one he usually wore.

Frustration had him nipping at Andy’s tongue. Andy cursed, grinned and gave Salt the force he’d been expecting at first. He was driven back, stumbling as Andy just barrelled forward. The back of his legs hit the bed at the same time Andy gave him a push, and Salt toppled happily right on over.

Andy shoved his sweats down with one hand while keeping Salt pinned at the belly with the other. Salt was still trying to get his buckle undone. When he saw Andy’s big, thick cock spring free of those sweats, Salt froze for a second, then he moaned and tried to reach for that monster.

“Ah-ah,” Andy said in an almost musical way. “You get that belt off so we can suck each other. Then we can eat, have a beer or two and get ready for round two. This time isn’t going to take either of us long, I’m thinking.”

“Not on my end, it won’t,” Salt agreed. He went back to getting his belt and pants undone. Andy let go of his stomach and straddled one of Salt’s calves backwards. “Jesus, Andy! How’m I supposed to fucking think with that ass pointing my way?” And it was a very fine ass, plump and smooth, not a hair on it anywhere to be seen.

Andy looked over his shoulder and leered. “It’s not like you can fuck this ass as long as your dick’s stuck behind that denim.”

“You have a point,” Salt mumbled. He got the buckle open and Andy grabbed Salt’s boot and began tugging it off.

By the time Salt was shimmying his pants down, Andy had Salt’s boots and socks off. “On your side, man,” Andy told him.

Andy crawled onto the bed and kissed him again, kissed him until Salt was breathless, then Andy turned and flopped down so that his face was right at Salt’s groin.

And without further hesitation, Andy grabbed Salt by the base of his cock, used his other hand to cup Salt’s balls, then he sucked the crown of Salt’s shaft into the warm, wet perfection of his mouth. Salt grunted and tried not to let his eyes cross as he palmed Andy’s cock in return.

It had enough girth that Salt’s thumb and forefinger didn’t quite meet at the base. Thick veins lined it, making it what some guys might think of as an ugly cock, but Salt loved the way they made Andy’s pecker look strong, powerful.

He licked up the length of it, then nuzzled Andy’s balls while Andy sank his hot mouth farther down on Salt’s dick. He rolled Salt’s balls, gave them a perfect tug and Salt had to close his eyes and focus on the blow job he was trying to give as he hitched his top leg up to give Andy more room to play.