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his breath coming fast and hard. Trace wasn’t gonna last much longer. His balls drew up, the whole world lit up.

“Soon, honey,” Brent ground out. “Now.”

He bore down, feeling Brent swell inside him, stretch him just that much wider, and he shot, screaming with his pleasure.

Brent went wide-eyed, a hard grunt escaping him, and then his cowboy was dancing, jerking deep within him, coming hard and fast.

Fuck. Fuck yeah. He blinked and held on, doing his damnedest to breathe.

“Trace. Oh, honey.” Brent sort of hovered over him.

“Uh-huh… Oh.” He drew Brent down against him.

That got him a kiss, Brent just making the best sound. “How long do you think we have?”

“Before one of them come hunting us? Maybe an hour. Of course, last night they slept through.”

“We made some noise,” Brent said with a low chuckle.

His cheeks went red-hot. “I couldn’t help it.”

“I’m glad. Just be aware, huh?” Brent shifted to one side, curling into him.

“Yeah.” He’d let Brent fall asleep, and then he’d get up, put his clothes on, and make sure the kids were okay.

“You’re thinking too hard, honey.” Brent petted him, hand on his hip.

“Am I?” He found himself cuddling in, eyelids suddenly heavy.

“You are. You stay here with me for a minute.” Brent kissed his temple, warm and firm, those lips.

“Mmm…yes, sir. I can do that.” He sighed and settled, Brent’s arms a comfort.

“There you go.” Brent was so steady, so strong, and he smelled amazing.

“Thank you. I needed…this.”

“Me too, honey. Trust me.” They relaxed down together, sinking into the bed. He really needed that new mattress for his bed. This was amazing.

This was right.

Chapter 13

Brent blinked awake, feeling a little too warm, and his arm was asleep. When he looked at the clock, it read six thirty, which was kinda late for him, really. He listened hard to the house, making sure no one was crying or—

But someone was breathing deeply. Close. Like in his ear.

He blinked some more, because that was no kid. That was Trace.

Oh, yum.

He couldn’t believe they’d ended up in bed. On the other hand, he couldn’t believe they’d waited so long. It was like a good rodeo—sometimes an event felt like seconds, sometimes weeks.

Trace was…well, he was this beautiful, kind, giving man with lovely black-and-gray ink, with hints of color that he’d just started to learn. A butterfly with a spot of blue on his belly. A pink triangle on one hip. A wolf with green eyes. No one would see them if Trace didn’t want them to, but Brent had. He had been looking hard. Wanting. And Trace had been willing, eager, wild in his bed.

Still was in his bed. Asleep. Looking tired still in the gloom, dark circles under his eyes.

Brent pondered what to do for a bit, then decided to see if he could ease out without waking Trace. He wanted to let Trace sleep in.

Maybe he’d make breakfast this morning. It was Saturday, after all. He could make omelets. Or pancakes. Susannah loved fluffy cakes, right? That and bacon was totally doable. He slid free, and Trace barely stirred, so he fist-pumped silently.

Sleep, honey. Rest. I wore your ass out last night. The thought made him grin.

He tiptoed out of the room, checking each child’s room as he went by. Curly and Bald Harold were already in the kitchen, the smell of coffee strong.

Shit, had he put on pants? He looked down. Score. Go him.

“Morning, boys.”

“Boss. Pretty day out there today.” Curly nodded to him, eyes twinkling.

“Is it? I slept in a bit.” He scratched his belly, then grabbed the coffeepot to fill a cup. “Pancakes and bacon?”

“Sounds good,” Hal said.

But Curly? That son of a bitch grinned, nice and slow. “You think you ’member how?”

“I believe I do.” He winked broadly, just too happy to get riled by the teasing. He grabbed Bisquick and milk, eggs and bacon.

The baby started fussing, and Curly went to get her, then came back with all three little girls, and he had to chuckle at Suzy and Caro’s bedheads—one dark and curly, one tow-headed and fine as frog hair.

“Mornin’, Daddy Brent,” Caro told him even as Suzy came in for a hug.

“Morning, baby girls. Did you sleep good?” He gave kisses, including Daisy when Curly held her out, then got everyone set with some juice.

“We sleeped and sleeped. Dad-O said maybe today we could go to Dairy Queen and have ice creams.” Caro beamed at Brent. “Daddy, can you come too? I miss you.”

“I bet I can.” He didn’t