The Tin Star (29 page)

He laughed. “Get out of here, pest! Go mingle and find yourself a man.”

“Oh, if you insist.” She tiptoed up and kissed him, then walked back into the crowd, stopping to talk to people as she went.

John came up, looking stylish in his brown suit and tan hat, and handed him a longneck. “The woman is a menace! God help the man she finally snags.”

“Thanks.” He took a swig of the cold beer. “Dollars to donuts, she turns him gay within a year.”

“Yeah, that’d do it for me!” John chuckled and left.

Something tickled the nape of his neck. Warm lips slid across his skin, leaving the slightest hint of moisture. His hip was nudged, then Jamie grabbed the beer out of his hand and took a swig. “You ready to leave?”

Ethan raised a brow, snatched his beer back and tossed back a swallow.

“Come on. I have a surprise for you.” Jamie winked and walked off.

Ethan was no fool. He set his beer down on the tray of a passing server and followed that fine ass right out the door.

Jamie gripped his hand and pulled him into an elevator to the right of the ballroom. He pushed the button for the tenth floor, caught Ethan’s gaze, and winked at him. They had the elevator to themselves.

Ethan grinned. “So this is why you disappeared this morning for six freakin’ hours? To get us a room for tonight?”

“Part of the reason, yeah. I even packed us a bag for tomorrow. But that wasn’t the only reason. I told you, I have a surprise for you.” Jamie leaned in.

Ethan bent, tilting his head so they could kiss without knocking their hats off. He stepped back when Mr. Octopus Hands started tugging at his red tie.
Damn!
His cock was rock solid. And when had Jamie undone his jacket?

“I love red. Especially on you.”

He grabbed Jamie’s hands, “I know you do. Cut it out; you’re making me look like a circus freak.”

Jamie let go of his tie and went after the buttons on his shirt, peering down at Ethan’s groin as he did so. “Well, hot damn! If this is what constitutes a circus freak, you better start looking for a new foreman, ’cause I’m joining the circus.”

Ethan stilled those busy fingers again. “Quit undressing me in the elevator. If anyone is waiting when those doors open, they are going to get quite a shock.”

“Prude.”

“Tease.”

The elevator dinged and the doors glided open. Fortunately, there was no one in sight. Jamie seized his hand and towed him into the hallway. “Nope. I put out, remember?”

Ethan groaned. Oh, yeah, he remembered, all right. So well, in fact, that he had to pull his jacket closed in front, to hide the proof as Jamie hauled him along the corridor.

Jamie stopped in front of room 1010 and pulled a keycard out of his pocket. “This is us.”

He followed his Blue Eyes inside, then locked the door. “So where is this surprise?”

Jamie was in his arms in an instant. “Hidden somewhere on my body.”

Ethan chuckled, immediately reaching down and clasping Jamie’s cock through his slacks. Oh, yeah, fucking ready for him. “Found it. I’m not complaining or anything, but how is it a surprise when it’s already mine?” He squeezed and was rewarded with one of those sweet whimpers.

“Oh, fuck!”

“Thought that’s part of the plan, Blue Eyes.” He kissed his way down Jamie’s jaw to his throat, nipping a little before caressing with his tongue.

Jamie nodded, then dropped his head back. “Yeah, great plan.” He bucked his hips into Ethan’s hand.

Ethan walked him backward to the bed, yanking their hats off and tossing them onto a nearby chair, then nibbling Jamie’s chin. “Unwrap my surprise for me.”

Jamie blinked up at him, dazed for a few seconds, then quickly started shucking boots and clothes.

Ethan chuckled and did the same. Peripherally, he became aware of those soft, sexy sounds that always accompanied sex between them, including wet, sucking noises. When he looked up, Jamie was in the middle of the bed, legs spread wide in invitation, three fingers buried in that sweet little cowboy ass.

“Oh, fuck! You’re incredible!” Ethan climbed onto the bed slowly, his own cock dribbling come at the delicious sight of his lover.

Jamie’s long cock was straining and dripping on that toned belly as he writhed on his own fingers. Those lean hips pumped upward slightly with every thrust of his calloused digits. Blue eyes stared up at him, glazed with pleasure; his bottom lip was caught between straight white teeth.

“So goddamned beautiful!” He crawled forward, plucking the bottle of lube from Jamie’s abdomen. He slicked himself up in no time at all and reached for those long fingers, pulling them out from his lover’s rear. Ethan lined his cock up with that tight little hole and pushed in.

Jamie gasped and ground down on him, impaling himself all the way on his dick. “Oh ...” That dark head dropped back and those knees went higher.

Ethan looped each of Jamie’s legs over his arms and thrust. He shifted his lover until Jamie’s ass tightened on him.
Good!

Jamie’s head snapped back, his gaze meeting Ethan’s. “Right freaking there!”

Oh, yeah, he’d found the perfect spot. He grinned, feeling rather smug. “Right there, baby?” He punctuated his question with another lunge.

“Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod ... harder!” Jamie came up on his elbows, panting, his eyes wide.

Ethan groaned at the tight heat gripping his cock. He let go of Jamie’s legs and grasped his hips, dragged them up.
What the --?
His fingers hit plastic or something.

Before he could investigate, Jamie plunged down hard, fucking himself on Ethan’s cock. Jamie stiffened. The tight heat around Ethan’s dick clenched more and he thought he’d die from the ecstasy.

He thought about trying to hold back. He wanted this to last, but when Jamie started begging, whispering, “Please,” over and over again, he knew he wouldn’t last. It wasn’t like they couldn’t do it all over again later. He drove into his Blue Eyes repeatedly and, from the look on Jamie’s face, pegged the gland every single time.

Jamie’s breathing was choppy, his body slick with sweat. In seconds, he arched and let out a hoarse roar. His long, pretty dick jerked and sprayed semen all over his magnificent belly.

“Fuck!” Ethan’s own orgasm took him by surprise. As he watched Jamie come, his balls drew up impossibly taut. He tensed, then shot deep into that sweet ass, even as Jamie’s lean body stopped shuddering with aftershocks.

He stayed there, pressed deeply into Jamie, for several minutes, simply listening to the sound of Jamie’s breathing. It gradually went from rough panting to smooth and even, until a soft snore finally escaped.

Ethan chuckled and shook his head. He was supposed to be the one who got all tuckered out and fell into a sated sleep immediately. “Good God, Blue Eyes, when you’re my age, you’ll be practically comatose after sex.” So much for a repeat performance. Well, maybe after a short nap. He sat back on his heels, slipping from Jamie’s body.

He suddenly remembered the plastic and cloth on Jamie’s hip.
A bandage?
What the hell had he done to himself? Ethan rolled him over to investigate.

“What the --?” There was a piece of gauze taped to Jamie’s left butt cheek, just below his waist. Concern gnawed at him that Jamie had somehow hurt himself. “What the hell’d you do to yourself, baby?”

Jamie chuckled sleepily, then yawned. “’S your surprise, Cowboy.”

His surprise? Ethan peeled the tape and pulled the small bandage down. His breath caught and he got a little misty-eyed. He bent forward to kiss the small of Jamie’s back above a newly inked tattoo.

It was the Tin Star brand like the one he had on his own arm, except under the star was added:
Property of Ethan Whitehall.

THE END