Earth and Sky

mares going into heat, so if you don’t mind, maybe you and I can go?”

    Grant took a few steps closer to Hunter as Hunter sat down on the corner of his desk. “Sure. Sounds like a fun day.”

    “So how was your time off?”

    Grant shrugged. “Tiring. I better turn in because we’ll be leaving early, right?”

    Hunter nodded slowly and Grant lingered, reluctant to leave.

    “I swapped horses with Danny,” Hunter said in an effort to keep Grant with him. “Danny rode Honeybee on Saturday, and I rode Belle.”

    Grant took another step closer to where Hunter was sitting. “Belle’s much more your size than Honeybee. Danny didn’t mind?”

    It wasn’t lost on Hunter that Grant’s voice was becoming softer, more seductive, although the topic of their conversation was fairly neutral. “No, I think he’s happy with the trade. He looked a lot more at ease on the smaller horse.” Hunter had to prevent himself from leaning toward Grant, because Grant was so close he could smell the musky, slightly sweaty scent of a man who’d been on the road for a few days, and it was making his jeans grow tight. He wanted to pull Grant closer, kiss him, feel that hard body under his hands. He wanted to ravish the other man, but he didn’t dare, so he simply looked into Grant’s dark eyes.

    Grant put his hands lightly on Hunter’s thighs, and almost without thinking Hunter moved them to his hips, spreading his thighs a bit more so Grant could fit between them. Grant pulled him closer, and as soon as Hunter looked up at him again, he found his lips captured by Grant’s mouth. Hunter didn’t even think before kissing him back, hoping to convey to Grant that he’d missed him. Within moments their kiss became fiercely passionate as Grant ground his bulge against Hunter’s and moaned into his mouth.

    “Fuck, you feel good,” Grant groaned when they pulled apart for air.

    “I missed you,” Hunter replied.

    Grant’s forehead was still touching Hunter’s. He acknowledged Hunter’s statement with a longing moan and a short kiss.

    “Let’s go away next weekend,” Hunter said softly. “To a hotel room somewhere. Somewhere they don’t know us.”

    Grant nodded and kissed Hunter again. Hunter was surprised at the tenderness and care he felt from Grant, and for just a moment, he simply wanted to feel Grant close to him, his hands possessively on his hips and his mouth claiming him, but then Grant moved his hand to the middle, cupping Hunter’s bulge and palming his erection through his jeans, and the lust boiled up again with a vengeance. Every time they came close, Hunter felt red heat like he’d never before felt for anyone, least of all a woman. His mind boggled when he tried to figure out what it was about Grant that made his legs turn to putty and his heart race a mile a minute. Surely it had everything to do with Grant’s skilled hands and take-charge attitude when it came to their encounters, but Hunter failed to understand why he was eager to give up control when he’d always imagined himself being quite dominant.

    “Want you to fuck me,” Hunter whispered, feeling he couldn’t give up control completely.

    “Told you I want to do it right, ’cause it’s your first time. You can’t rush these things, Hunter.”

    Hunter knew Grant meant well, but he was desperate for contact, desperate to consummate their union. He didn’t like postponing things, especially things he dreaded. He knew it would hurt and wanted to get it over with as soon as possible, and as horny as he was now, he knew he’d be able to do it.

    “What if they catch us?” Grant asked as he pulled back just enough to look Hunter in the eye.

    “We can’t do it here,” Hunter said determinedly. “This is an old house, and sounds carry.”

    “I want you comfortable on a bed, not bent over a desk,” Grant agreed. “Crew house isn’t much better. Walls are paper-thin there too.”

    Then Grant smiled as if he’d found a solution. He pushed himself away from Hunter, grabbed his hand, and pulled Hunter onto his feet. “Trust me?”

    Hunter nodded and followed Grant outside, his jeans more than a little uncomfortable because of the tightness around his distended groin.

    “Keys?” Grant asked when they walked up to Hunter’s truck. Hunter threw them and Grant caught them neatly in his hand before getting behind the wheel.

    “Where are we going?”

    Grant didn’t answer as he pulled up right next to the crew