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remembered Grant’s confession, that he wanted Hunter to come in his mouth, and the shiny bead of precome that had gathered at the tip of Grant’s cock suddenly became irresistible. He continued fisting Grant while he bent down and licked the head.

    Grant groaned loudly and convulsively thrust up, pushing his cock into Hunter’s mouth. This time Hunter didn’t gag. He simply pulled back reflexively when he felt the rush of hot, salty fluid hit his taste buds. Almost immediately he plunged back in, not wanting to give up this time, and swallowed around Grant’s thick cock. It tasted different from what he’d tasted in Grant’s mouth, and wasn’t altogether unpleasant, but he couldn’t say he loved it right off the bat. Maybe it was an acquired taste? He didn’t want to spit it out, though, like Miranda had on the one occasion Hunter had come in her mouth. Maybe it meant something to him? Feeling Grant lose control, seeing how Grant came just because he felt Hunter’s mouth on him, was enough for Hunter to feel powerful, and more than a little proud.

    Hunter licked the last bead of come off Grant’s cock and smiled smugly, looking at how Grant was lying back, a look of bliss on his face. He didn’t have to wait long for Grant to open his eyes and look at him.

    “Come here,” Grant gestured, his voice still a little unsteady.

    Hunter straightened his back so he could align his body with Grant.

    “Can’t believe you’re hard again,” Grant said, grinning widely at Hunter’s exposed erection and shaking his head. “It’s a dead giveaway, you know.” He pulled Hunter’s head closer so they could kiss and then let his hand trail down Hunter’s wet shirt until he could insert it into Hunter’s jeans.

    “Dead giveaway for what?” Hunter asked innocently.

    “You’re so eager for it. So hungry,” Grant answered in between teasing pecks at Hunter’s mouth. “Bet you’ve never been thoroughly fucked by a guy either, right?”

    Hunter’s breath hitched when he felt Grant push his finger between his ass cheeks and find his rear entrance, stealing any chance for a witty answer. He kissed Grant back, avoiding having to tell him he didn’t feel ready to be fucked and didn’t know if he ever would. Still, it felt good to kiss the other man and grind against his hard body. What Grant was doing with his finger felt good too, and although Hunter couldn’t exactly think straight, he realized this was unexpected. Grant slipped his finger past the tight ring of muscle that guarded Hunter’s rear entrance and made him come again. The sudden rush of his second orgasm toppled Hunter’s world, because the few fantasies of being with a man he had ever allowed himself had all centered around him fucking that man, not the other way around. The fantasies were too sketchy, too much a part of a jacking-off image, all too soon concluded by a strong orgasm—but Hunter was always the one on top. Now all he could think of was Grant entering him. Although Grant was definitely Hunter’s type, he’d never before imagined himself in the arms of a man, a hand slowly stroking his back and lips languidly kissing him while he came down off his high, yet here he was. Grant’s ministrations felt good, and Hunter had a hard time pulling away from the tender caresses.

    As Hunter sat back behind the wheel, Grant grew silent.

    “So what’s going to happen now?” Grant asked after a few tense moments.

    “Our work is done here,” Hunter answered flatly. “By the time we get back to the homestead, it’ll be about dinner time.”

    Grant nodded and Hunter could see the movement from the corner of his eye. He couldn’t look at Grant, though. No matter how good this had felt, he couldn’t get carried away. He’d let his dick speak too much already today. In the end, he still had to go home and face his family, and if they ever found out what he’d done with Grant here, they might never want to speak to him again.

    All he could hope for was that Grant understood. It wasn’t like he could ask him.

    Hunter started the engine, and Grant leaned forward to wipe the steamy windows with his hand. It had stopped raining, and with one more look at the fixed gate, Hunter turned the truck around and drove home.

Chapter 10

    The incessant rain had finally stopped, clearing the way for a surprisingly strong summer sun, which cleared up all the remaining puddles and muddy bogs in record time.

    Grant’s heated encounter