Cowboy Logic - B.A. Tortuga Page 0,34

if I was open, you know?”

“Of course. I don’t blame you.” Anderson sighed softly, but then he smiled. “No one’s watching here, though.”

“Nope.” They got the rest of the dishes loaded, and he couldn’t wait anymore. Jericho pushed Anderson back against the counter to kiss him. Anderson’s hand landed on his backside, warm and solid, and those lips opened, letting him in. They kissed, locked together, holding on for dear life.

Hell yes. Hell yes. He’d had a few random grope sessions with guys, but this was about tasting this man specifically, and Jericho found it made all the difference. Anderson’s beard tickled, but it was so soft that he could only imagine what it would feel like around his cock.

He was imagining it right now, his skin heating, his cock rising.

All he could do was moan, push closer, and rock against that muscled body.

“Shhh.” Anderson made the noise against his mouth. “Wanna go neck on the patio? You got that couch.”

“Yeah. Yeah, we’ll hear the boys if they come out that way.” The slider made a hell of a noise.

“Good idea.”

“Gonna go clean the grill, Trav!” he called, just in case Dougie got wigged out when they couldn’t be found right away.

“’Kay!” They were hip-deep in Mario Kart, he would bet.

He took Anderson’s hand, leading him to the screened-in area of the porch, so they could sink down on the couch. He’d febrezed it last night, and it didn’t smell like animals.

Did the Febreze make him a horn dog? Did it matter? Maybe it didn’t matter.

When Anderson drew him over into a long, slow exploration of a kiss, he decided it didn’t. Jericho just went with it, pressing against Anderson’s chest like he wanted to crawl on top of the guy and hump. Anderson stroked his body, long slow motions over his chest and belly that he felt all along his cock. This was like being a teenager.

No, it was better. As a teenager… well, he didn’t want to kill the mood by thinking about that now. This was a whole new goddamn world. Jericho dared to touch back, running his hands over Anderson’s shoulders and pecs.

“Mmm…” Anderson arched, rubbing against him, and those nipples were hard, responding to his contact.

He’d done that. He rubbed his thumbs over the hard nubs, watching Anderson rock and sway. So fucking pretty.

“Oh, you’re good with your hands, aren’t you?” Anderson hummed deep in his chest.

“I sure want you to think so.” He grinned down at Anderson. “I feel like a kid.”

“You don’t feel like a kid to me. Not at all.”

“Thank God. I want to feel triple-X adult.” Like a really good porn video, if there was such a thing. Jericho kinda preferred adult comics.

Anderson’s answer was to cup his cock, thumb rubbing his shaft through his jeans. Jericho’s eyes flew open wide, and he bucked, stifling a shout.

“Too much?” The thumb rubbed again, Anderson watching him closely the whole time.

“No. No, it’s so good. Fuck.” He was gonna just go off like a rocket, but he could give back, for sure.

“God, I want to suck you. Can I come visit when the kids are at school? Have a mental health day? That way we can be loud and dirty.”

“Please. Oh fuck yes.” They could be bad boys. Burn the house down.

“Monday. I’ll be here at nine. That gives me six hours to explore you.” Anderson’s hand moved like a dream, working his fly open. “You know what I can do in six hours?”

“I—I want to know.” He panted, spreading and sucking in to let Anderson have access to his lower belly and the head of his dick.

Anderson was quick, getting his cock free, giving him the touch that he ached for. Fuck yeah. Those hands had the most intriguing calluses. Not like his, but hard and amazing anyway. He huffed out a hard breath, everything in him focused on his throbbing cock.

“That’s it, honey. Let me make you feel good.” Anderson licked his neck, then nipped at his chin.

“I want—I want you too.”

“I know. I’ll let you touch me all over. I swear.” Anderson sounded as breathless as he felt, voice way deeper than before. “I’ll let you play Monday. And we’ll whet our appetites tonight.”

Jesus, was this real? The man was beyond generous. “Please. I—” He reached up to grab Anderson’s cheeks, shutting himself up with a kiss. No babbling. None. That led to saying things he might regret.

Anderson kissed him hard, tugging his cock, thumb working the slit. His balls