on me."
Lane grew serious. They'd discussed it a few times, but with
Riley's death they'd not gone as deep as they eventually would on the subject.
"I meant what I said in the hospital. I know he's dead and it's easy to
say I would never have gone back to him, but babe, I really meant it. You, no
one else. Everything, every breath, every heartbeat is for you."
Gresh gazed across the ranch yard, staring at the other
cowboys. "I'm glad we have such a huge bunkhouse and I know we can go use
one of the cabins when we don't have guests, but I don't feel right about it. I
want to take you somewhere away from here."
"Where were you thinking?"
"Bahamas. I want to spend a week on the beach with you.
No Miller business. No ranch worries. No care in the world except for each other."
"Yeah, we need to get away. Somewhere that we can cut
loose."
"I know the other guys are okay with us because they
have their own man, well some of them do, and they like that we're a couple,
but I don't feel like I can really be with you in the bunkhouse and the cabins
don't feel like home."
Lane stepped close to Gresh and licked his chin. "We
need to make those plans soon. I want you so much. Tonight we'll need to do
something, but I want you all over me, wild with lust and not holding back.
Will you make some reservations for us? Something private."
"Yeah. I'll make a few calls and see what is
available."
The door of the bunkhouse banged open and laughter spilled
out. Lane turned and saw Jump and Bruce walking arm in arm down the path to the
barn. He thought of the guys as brothers. It had taken Bruce's mom and dad a
bit of time to accept Jump as family, but they were okay now.
Chapter Two
Jump waved at Lane and Gresh as he and Bruce made their way
to the barn. He loved Lane like a brother and was glad he and Gresh had worked
through any issues they had. Since Hamilton's death, Jump's life had changed so
much. He'd started classes at A&M University in College Station. He was
getting a degree in business administration, hoping to use it to help him run
Miller.
Gresh and he had spent months deciding what to do with Miller
Enterprises. There were so many parts of the company he didn't know what to do
with it or how they could handle it all. They'd sold off so many subsidiaries
and trimmed the business down to something manageable. The huge house in
Houston was gone as well as Hamilton's two condos. They'd sold off more than
half of Miller's holdings, leaving behind something he was proud of and
something he hoped Gresh was proud of too. What was left of Miller was still
huge and Gresh had told Jump more than once that he had faith that he would be
able to manage the entire company once he got his business degree. Gresh wasn't
interested in running the business full-time since he had his own companies
that kept him busy. It had taken some convincing but once Jump got involved
with Miller and the inner workings of the business, he figured out he liked it.
Gresh had encouraged him to get his degree and take over in four years. Of
course that meant he was busy all the time, but Bruce had decided to go back to
school too.
They were planning on running the business together. It
excited him, working with his husband. When Bruce had quit his job at the
sheriff's office, Brody had been angry, but he got over it fairly quickly.
"You're deep in thought," Bruce interrupted his
musings.
"Just thinking about the last few months."
"It's been crazy. Hell, we haven't been married for long
and it seems like years ago."
"Has it been too crazy for you?" Jump still worried
that Bruce would think he was too much trouble.
Bruce opened the barn door and pulled Jump inside, pressing
him to the wall. "If you get to be too much, I'll just tie you to the
bedpost and turn you into my sex slave." Jump laughed but Bruce's hand on
his dick made the laughter die quickly. "Fuck, babe, I can't get enough of
you."
"Bruce, fuck me."
"Here?"
"Yeah."
The
Lane grew serious. They'd discussed it a few times, but with
Riley's death they'd not gone as deep as they eventually would on the subject.
"I meant what I said in the hospital. I know he's dead and it's easy to
say I would never have gone back to him, but babe, I really meant it. You, no
one else. Everything, every breath, every heartbeat is for you."
Gresh gazed across the ranch yard, staring at the other
cowboys. "I'm glad we have such a huge bunkhouse and I know we can go use
one of the cabins when we don't have guests, but I don't feel right about it. I
want to take you somewhere away from here."
"Where were you thinking?"
"Bahamas. I want to spend a week on the beach with you.
No Miller business. No ranch worries. No care in the world except for each other."
"Yeah, we need to get away. Somewhere that we can cut
loose."
"I know the other guys are okay with us because they
have their own man, well some of them do, and they like that we're a couple,
but I don't feel like I can really be with you in the bunkhouse and the cabins
don't feel like home."
Lane stepped close to Gresh and licked his chin. "We
need to make those plans soon. I want you so much. Tonight we'll need to do
something, but I want you all over me, wild with lust and not holding back.
Will you make some reservations for us? Something private."
"Yeah. I'll make a few calls and see what is
available."
The door of the bunkhouse banged open and laughter spilled
out. Lane turned and saw Jump and Bruce walking arm in arm down the path to the
barn. He thought of the guys as brothers. It had taken Bruce's mom and dad a
bit of time to accept Jump as family, but they were okay now.
Chapter Two
Jump waved at Lane and Gresh as he and Bruce made their way
to the barn. He loved Lane like a brother and was glad he and Gresh had worked
through any issues they had. Since Hamilton's death, Jump's life had changed so
much. He'd started classes at A&M University in College Station. He was
getting a degree in business administration, hoping to use it to help him run
Miller.
Gresh and he had spent months deciding what to do with Miller
Enterprises. There were so many parts of the company he didn't know what to do
with it or how they could handle it all. They'd sold off so many subsidiaries
and trimmed the business down to something manageable. The huge house in
Houston was gone as well as Hamilton's two condos. They'd sold off more than
half of Miller's holdings, leaving behind something he was proud of and
something he hoped Gresh was proud of too. What was left of Miller was still
huge and Gresh had told Jump more than once that he had faith that he would be
able to manage the entire company once he got his business degree. Gresh wasn't
interested in running the business full-time since he had his own companies
that kept him busy. It had taken some convincing but once Jump got involved
with Miller and the inner workings of the business, he figured out he liked it.
Gresh had encouraged him to get his degree and take over in four years. Of
course that meant he was busy all the time, but Bruce had decided to go back to
school too.
They were planning on running the business together. It
excited him, working with his husband. When Bruce had quit his job at the
sheriff's office, Brody had been angry, but he got over it fairly quickly.
"You're deep in thought," Bruce interrupted his
musings.
"Just thinking about the last few months."
"It's been crazy. Hell, we haven't been married for long
and it seems like years ago."
"Has it been too crazy for you?" Jump still worried
that Bruce would think he was too much trouble.
Bruce opened the barn door and pulled Jump inside, pressing
him to the wall. "If you get to be too much, I'll just tie you to the
bedpost and turn you into my sex slave." Jump laughed but Bruce's hand on
his dick made the laughter die quickly. "Fuck, babe, I can't get enough of
you."
"Bruce, fuck me."
"Here?"
"Yeah."
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