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  "Same to ya."

  Blake grasped his cock and balls. "C'mere, cowboy. That’s it."

  As Blake ran the pad of his thumb over the head of Riley’s cock, he nibbled his ear until he sucked in a deep breath.

  Riley raised his hands and tightened his grip on Blake's shoulders.

  Riley moaned and said breathlessly, "You don't know what your touch does to me." He flinched with each of Blake's little movements dancing on the tip of his cock "Hon', you can pull the orgasms right out of my soul."

  "Mm," Blake said as he maneuvered his body and head to the junction of Riley’s upper thighs. "Let me take care of you." Blake took his cock between his lips and tightened his mouth around the thick shaft. He loved the feeling of Riley’s member as it filled up with blood.

  His dick slid over the tongue toward the back of Blake’s throat. When it stopped, Riley's pubic hairs tickled his cheeks and nose. His leg muscles tensed and relaxed. Blake massaged his balls while nuzzling with his mouth and nose. Blake moved his hands over thighs and squeezed, giving him more sensations. He cupped Riley’s bottom and slid fingers into Riley’s twitching ass. When Riley’s cum spurted, he suckled while finger-fucking his ass. The bed shook under their bodies.

  A troubled moan left Riley's lips. "Oh, yeahhhhh, babe." His body loosened, and he rode the plateau of orgasm.

  Blake pondered his love for him while swallowing the cum. Hell yeah. I want to live the rest of my life with this cowboy. Feeling like he'd arrived in heaven, Blake drew Riley up, held him in his arms and kissed him. He traipsed to the bathroom and peed, showered away the remnants of lovemaking and returned to Riley’s arms.

  * * * *

  They slept for an hour or so, before Riley stirred and gathered his thoughts about his lover who smelled of soap and tasting of toothpaste. He followed suit and took a shower, returned and climbed under the sheets with Blake.

  They mutually greeted each other by handling each other’s cocks and balls. Lying nose-to-nose, Riley took one hand off his partner’s member, reached around his hips and ran a finger up and down the crack. In response, Blake slowly moved his hips. It didn’t take but a few minutes for the friction they experienced got too much to handle.

  Waves of pleasure rushed through Riley as they undulated together in rhythm, their dicks dancing and mingling. When Riley was satisfied with Blake's hard-on, he brought a plastic tube from a drawer next to the bed and squirted lube on the pulsing cock. "It's your turn to get some relief." Riley gave the shaft a nice squeeze. They got into position and Blake slid the cock between the crevice of his buttocks.

  Pain shimmered through him as the head of Blake’s cock slid into him, moving in half inch increments. He gripped Blake’s slippery member by squeezing his ass muscles.

  Their breathing deepened and quickened. The pain subsided and an awesome fullness followed. Carefully, and with deliberate unhurriedness, Blake continued until their bodies fit flush.

  Air burst from Riley’s lungs. "Tight enough?"

  "Mm, babe, yessss,"

  Blake began sliding his cock in and out, slowly at first, before picking up speed. During the one hell of a ride that followed, Blake held onto Riley's shoulders for dear life.

  His lips touched Riley’s neck, and he hoarsely whispered, " Your wonderful ass is so goddamned tight." He groaned, sucked in a breath and expelled his juice deep into Riley’s body. With his back to Blake's chest, they dozed.

  Chapter Eleven

  Two days later, after studying all the angles of living together and running the ranch, Riley and Blake drove to Rufus, Oregon. They took a left on Main Street

  and headed toward the Kingsley Ranch.

  From behind the steering wheel, Riley watched as Blake raised a cell phone to his ear. He turned down the volume on George Strait's Carrying Your Love With Me.

  "Katy. We're almost there. Watch for us."

  Soon, a silver mailbox marked the driveway of the Kingsley Ranch.

  "It was really something in its heyday," Blake explained.

  Riley pulled into the yard and braked. “It’s nice.”

  "Dad hired some hands that lived in their own quarters over in that gray, dilapidated building over there. We raised horses and cows. Katy kept the horses. Over time, she had to get rid of the cows. Couldn't take care of them."

  A beige SUV that towed a U-Haul trailer occupied the driveway. Katy burst out the front door, her arms outstretched. She wrapped Blake in her arms and kissed his cheeks. "I'm so glad to see you. Forgive me. Please."

  "That's all over." He gave her a smooch on the forehead, turned to Riley and smiled. "C'mon inside, Riley."

  He joined Blake and chatted with Katy and Frank for the rest of the afternoon and evening. They slept in the front bedroom behind closed doors, wrapped in each other's arms as the old grandfather clock ticked in the living room. At six the next morning, they woke to the smell of bacon and eggs, and the four of them ate breakfast that Katy had prepared. By mid-morning, Katy and Frank prepared to leave the Kingsley Ranch and drive to Indiana, get married, and debark on their new life. They loaded the back end of the SUV with suitcases, and shut the back doors of the trailer.

  Riley, Blake and Katy stood in a semi-circle outside the Kingsley red brick and white sided ranch and discussed the bad roof, the plumbing and the need for a new refrigerator.

  From what Riley could tell about, parts of the fence stood in a state of disrepair. Boards needed replaced. The horse barn's roof bore gaping holes. "I can't wait to get busy," Riley told Katy in a cheerful tone that came straight from his heart.

  "We'll have the place lookin' spiffy," Blake told his sister. They hugged and smooched. All aflutter, she parted from her brother, climbed into the beige SUV and scooted close to Frank in the front seat. The engine started.

  "It's all yours, Blake,” his sister said as she looked outside at them.

  "Frank, good luck with my sister."

  “Looks like I’ll need it,” Frank muttered.

  Blake made a funny face that caused Riley to chuckle, but his expression disappeared when Katy looked his way.

  “I heard that, Frank.”

  Frank’s eyes lit up and he laughed. His tone proud, he said, "We'll be fine." He raised a finger signaling their departure. "You two take care."

  Katy pulled down the sun visor, opened the mirror and daubed her lips with ruby red lipstick. She stopped for a moment and added, "I couldn't do the upkeep. It needs your touch." Holding up the gold tube, she paused and smiled their way. "...yours and Riley’s, that is." She waved and hung out the window as Frank pulled away. The vehicle pulled ahead ten feet and stopped. When Riley and Blake caught up and looked inside, Frank yelled, "Welcome to our family, Riley!"

  Honored, Riley said, “Glad to be a part of it.” Red heat colored his cheeks. His heart pumped with excitement because now him and Blake would be living together full time. "Thanks, Katy. I sure as hell won't miss gettin' bucked off horses."

  This time the SUV pulled away and didn’t stop.

  Riley watched until the back end of the vehicle disappeared in the dark ridge of lodge pole pines that lined the horizon. "Don’t that beat all? You survived." Riley said feeling smug and happy to be alive. He raised his Stetson with one hand and ran the other through his dark hair.

  “Yep. Guess I did.” Blake looked down at the toe of his shiny boot and stabbed his fingertips under his belt. A brief look of worry crossed his dark features. "It's not everyday a guy's sister goes off to get hitched."

  “I know.” Riley stepped up to him and patted him on the back. "Well, give me a tour."

  Blake cleared his throat. "Sure. Let's go get the horses."

  After riding around the property, they made a list of chores that needed done. Mid-afternoon, they drove into Rufus and stopped at a lumber company where they ordered boards for the fences and bought some nails.

  "There 're tools at the ranch," Blake explained.

  "All right."

  After the
clerk wrote down the last item, feed for the horses, they sauntered down to the local diner. A bell dinged over the entrance, and they sat at a table next to the window. The place smelled of baking bread, coffee and roast beef just out of the oven.

  Blake grinned Riley's way as he scooted his chair up and under the small, white clothed table. He glanced at a chalkboard that held a list of specials. "Well, what do you think about the ranch?" His eyes stayed with Riley.

  He felt a little uneasy. One small matter still bothered him. "I like it. It's just...well, what if you decide you want me to leave. Then what?"

  Just when Blake's mouth dropped open, a short, stocky man with a head full of chestnut hair and a thick mustache strode up to the table and said, "What can I get for you?" He held a pencil to a green pad of paper. Blake took his gaze off Riley and cast it onto the waiter.

  "I think the special."

  Riley added, "Make mine the special, too. And two teas."

  Blake found his voice after the waiter left. "What the hell are you sayin?'" The corner of his lip quirked, displaying his amusement. "When I kick your ass out, you mean?"

  "Yeah. You may get tired of me. Or, maybe go back to the circuit. Here I'd be, stuck out in the cold."

  Blake rolled his gorgeous, onyx eyes and shook his head. He kneed his thigh under the table. "That's the silliest thing I've ever heard. I'd never do that. Hell, what if you decide to leave me? I'd be alone in Rufus, Oregon, hurtin' my ass off because you left. Let's be positive about this. We're going to make it. We're perfect for one another. Tell me, Riley. Aren't you okay with this?"

  He's right. An elongated sigh left Riley's lips. "I'm sorry." He felt his own voice shake. "Hell, yes. It's just that sometimes I feel like I'm goin' to wake up and this...us will all be gone."

  "Riley, you're my man. Just let me provide the ranch for us to work on."

  "But—"

  A knowing, understanding grin spread over Blake's lips. "No if’s, and’s or but’s. We're a couple now. Forever."

  God, I love that smile. "You bet.” Riley smirked. “And we’ll make the best of it, too, promise”.

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