Right Move (Clean Slate Ranch #6) - A.M. Arthur Page 0,69
just physically but your soul. Your heart. Your trust is a gift, and I thank you for it.”
“I love the weird way you talk sometimes.”
“It took me a long time and a lot of bad choices before I learned the true value of trust and kindness. I want to shower you with both.”
George’s eyes went adorably half lidded. “Shower away.”
“I will. One step at a time.”
Levi did his favorite thing and made love to George’s mouth with long, leisurely strokes of his tongue. Mimicking how he’d adore making love to George’s body one day. If they went that far. Levi wouldn’t dare presume at such an early stage. When he first presented the vacation vouchers to George, he had never imagined being at this point so quickly. But Clean Slate Ranch was a magical place, and George was blossoming under her big blue sky and vast, rolling lands.
Once George began humping up against him, Levi thrust down, enjoying the friction on his erection. It had been ages since he’d gotten off with another person, and George was amazingly addictive. Innocent and raw and needy. George squeezed his hips, fingers spread low without quite reaching Levi’s butt. Levi rutted harder, urging him to touch more. Lower.
“Oh fuck.” George nipped at his jaw. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come in my jeans.”
“That wet spot might be hard to explain.” Levi met his gaze. “Do you want to take them off?”
“Yes.” Not a moment’s hesitation.
“Can I take off mine, too?”
“Yes.”
Levi moaned. “You’re absolutely sure?”
“Fuck yes. Please.” George proved his point by shoving Levi sideways and yanking at his own belt buckle.
Levi did the same, leaving his shirt and boxer briefs on for now, while stripping out of his jeans and socks. The loft was getting warm but he didn’t want to presume—George surprised him by yanking his long-sleeve T-shirt off, revealing a long, pale torso of lean muscle and a small scattering of blond hair. Levi licked his lips; George’s boldness was a huge turn on.
“You can take your shirt off, if you want to,” George said.
Sporty chose that moment to jump into bed and pounce on George’s foot. He yelped from what Levi knew were needle-sharp claws in his skin. “Shoo, you,” Levi said, swiping at Sporty’s tail. She swatted at him once, then bolted away. “You okay?”
George snorted. “She didn’t draw blood. Mostly surprised me. Guess they’re possessive of their dad.”
“Yeah, well, the last guy I let come around frequently ended up being a righteous mistake.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, it was a long time ago.” Levi did not want to bring Grant into bed with them, so he took his shirt off. Observed the way George’s eyes went wider, how his lips parted as he took in Levi’s mostly naked body.
“Working with horses is good for you,” George blurted.
Levi chuckled. “If I can’t control my body, my face will end up in the dirt. But you haven’t skated in years and you are in amazing shape.”
“I still have issues with food.” His face reddened. “Um.”
The instant, embarrassed reaction from George told Levi to pull back and settle him. “You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to. But I will be here to listen when you’re ready.”
“Thanks. I just...” He faltered.
Levi clutched one of his hands. “You don’t have to explain. I understand having darkness in your past, remember? I also think everything about your heart, mind and soul is beautiful. You are beautiful, George Thompson, inside and out. I am humbled that you chose me to be part of this new journey you’re takin’.”
Those must have been exactly the right words because George pounced. He tipped Levi on to his back and climbed on top of him, their underwear-covered erections pressed together as George began to thrust. A light, slow rhythm, testing this new thing out, before becoming more aggressive. He remained annoyingly out of kissing range, hands braced on Levi’s pecs without teasing his nipples. Exploring these new sensations that left Levi a moaning, panting mess. Just enough to feel without being close enough to get off.
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George was losing himself in this new, amazing thing he was sharing with Levi. To the sight, scent and feel of another man beneath him, giving George all the control. Letting him explore and go at his own pace. To the unique sensation of another hot dick rubbing against his own.
So. Good.
“You feel amazing,” Levi said. “Wow.”
George splayed his fingers wider on Levi’s chest, the tips of