Right Move (Clean Slate Ranch #6) - A.M. Arthur Page 0,100
soon,” Levi said. “You don’t have to—ah!”
Oh yes, he did. George used both hands and tongue to work Levi harder, faster, doing his best to bring his boyfriend to a messy, spit-soaked orgasm. Levi cried out and thrust up, into George’s sure grip, and George did his best to swallow the salty, slightly bitter load. To lick and suck and drag every single second of pleasure out of Levi, whose body trembled from his release.
He didn’t want to stop, but Levi let out a soft protesting noise, and George released his softening cock from his mouth. Sat back and marveled at what he’d done. Sparkling eyes stared at him down the length of Levi’s body, his face red and expression almost dazed. George licked his lips, unsure how he looked or if he’d been as good as—
Levi lunged, knocking George over on his back, mouth covering George’s in the most intense, claiming kiss of his life. Levi’s tongue licked into his mouth as if trying to get his own come back, and George surrendered. The pressure of Levi’s thigh on his groin became too much, and George moaned as he came, coating their bellies and smoothing the way even more. Levi didn’t relent for a long time, but the kisses gradually slowed. Became calmer, more sensual and less frantic. When Levi finally released his mouth, George’s lips felt swollen and he didn’t care.
“Thank you,” Levi panted. “That was the best sex of my life, I mean it, George.”
Levi had never lied to him, so George took the compliment. “I loved everything about it. It’s easy with you, Levi. And we are definitely doing this again.”
“Oh yes, we are.” He nuzzled his nose against George’s. “It’s still early. Do you want to rinse off, make hot chocolate and watch a cheesy Christmas movie?”
“Absolutely.”
They did exactly that, and George couldn’t remember a better, more relaxing—and satiating—Christmas Day ever.
Chapter Twenty
Levi couldn’t remember a better, more relaxing Christmas in his entire adult life. First waking up to find Robin had left him a gift under his paper tree—new running trainers—and then a long run in the crisp winter air. A hearty breakfast with his friends in the guesthouse, eventually followed by an amazing conversation with Robin and Dad to honor Xander. His trip out to get George. Dinner at Mack’s.
The incredible sex he’d shared with George later. George had seemed like a completely different person that night, full of confidence and taking control. Telling Levi what he wanted. Giving Levi so much pleasure he’d lost his mind a little bit. Even such a simple thing as watching It’s A Wonderful Life—because George had never seen it—while drinking cocoa had been everything Levi never knew he needed.
And he wanted to protect it.
He watched George sleep, his face faintly lit by moonlight that filtered through the loft’s various small windows. George looked peaceful, almost like an angel with his shaggy blond hair and strikingly fair skin. They’d gone to bed in their boxers, and Levi marveled at the amount of trust he’d earned with George in only five weeks. He was nothing like the shy, panicked boy he’d first met on Thanksgiving.
George was alive and thriving, and while he recognized that George had done the bulk of the work, Levi loved knowing he’d helped George on his journey. But would their journeys always travel the same path? He hadn’t told George yet, because Levi still wasn’t sure what he thought about it, and he needed to sit on it for a while. There was no hurry for a decision anyway.
After he, Robin and Dad had conference called as a trio, Dad had asked to speak to Levi privately. Robin had headed back to his cabin, leaving Levi alone in the corral. Levi had perched on the set of steps the horsemen used for shorter riders or greenhorns who couldn’t mount on their own.
“What’s up, Dad?” Levi asked. “Everything okay at home?”
“Nothin’s wrong, son, but I’ve come to a decision that I think you deserve to hear first.” Dad’s voice was clear, no hint of worry or stress. “It’s about Lucky’s.”
His heart began thumping against his ribs. “Is the rodeo in trouble? Can I help?”
“No, we’re not in trouble. Far from it. Potter’s already working on a full spring schedule, and we’ve got all our regular summer spots lined up. The business is solid, don’t worry about that.”
“Then what kind of decision?”
“It’s a promise I made to your mother before she passed.”