Home of His Own by T. Chase (classic fiction .TXT) 📗

taking his lover hard and fast like Tony wanted. Brody knew his grip would leave bruises on Tony’s hips, but he didn’t care. In a small part of his mind, he wanted to mark Tony, ensuring if anyone noticed, they would know Tony had a lover.

Brody changed the angle of his thrusts.

“There.” Tony pushed back on his cock.

Grunting, Brody made sure to nail that spot every stroke in. Tony’s inner channel spasmed around him, milking him, encouraging him to come.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered.

Tony pumped his cock, twisting his hand around the shaft. Brody groaned and watched Tony press his thumb into his slit. Tony bent and slid his other hand down between them. He ran his fingers over his stretched opening. His rough calluses caught on Brody’s cock, driving shocks of desire to his balls.

“Shit.”

Brody’s eyes almost crossed when Tony clamped almost too tightly around his prick.

Pearly ropes of cum shot from Tony’s cock, splashing over their chests and Tony’s hand.

Brody kept moving, riding through Tony’s climax. When the last drop landed, Tony opened his eyes and met Brody’s gaze.

He held his breath as Tony lifted his cum-covered hand to his mouth and started licking his hand clean.

“So fucking sexy,” he swore and slammed into Tony, filling the condom with his spunk.

His strength deserted him after his climax faded. He collapsed, making sure not to fall on Tony. He threw an arm over his eyes and let himself slip towards sleep.

“Poor baby. Did I wear you out?” Tony’s hand trailed over his chest and dipped into his belly button.

“Yes. You did. Now let me rest for a second before I have to get up and clean off.”

He swatted at Tony’s hand.

He heard Tony chuckle. The condom was eased off his limp cock. He must have drifted off because he didn’t hear Tony leave the bed. He woke up when a warm wet cloth washed him. He reached out and patted Tony’s shoulder.

“Thank you.”

Tony cuddled close, throwing a leg over his and covering them with the blankets. A kiss brushed over his chest. “You’re welcome.”

Brody held Tony close as he went back to sleep.

Chapter Twelve

Enterprise Rent-a-Car Classic, St. Louis, Missouri

“Hey Tony.”

Brody and Tony turned when they heard Tony’s name shouted. A young blonde cowboy came running up to them. He thumped Tony on the back.

“Wasn’t sure if I’d see you here.” The kid nodded at Brody with a friendly smile.

“Sorry, Cody. Had some personal stuff to take care of. Wasn’t competing regular enough to travel with you.” Tony grinned at Cody. “This is my friend, Brody MacCafferty. Brody, this is Cody Harwood. He was my traveling partner last year.”

Brody shook the kid’s hand, liking the firm grip. “Nice meeting you.”

“You too.” Cody pointed to the area behind the bull chutes. “Almost time for the show to start.”

“Yeah. I’ll meet you back there.” Tony waited for Cody to move off before he turned to look at Brody. “You know where your seat is, right?”

“Don’t worry. I can find it.” Brody squeezed Tony’s shoulder. He fought the urge to give Tony a kiss for good luck. “I’ll meet you out by the car when this is over.”

“Good. Maybe we’ll have something to celebrate.” Tony winked and walked away.

Brody sighed, trying not to get caught watching Tony’s ass. When his lover disappeared around the corner, he went to find his seat.

An hour later, Brody looked down at the program. Tony’s friend, Cody Harwood, was up next.

“Poor kid’s got Tank’s Reward.” The woman sitting next to Brody commented. She caught sight of his puzzled frown. “Tank’s Reward is the highest rated bull on tour. His buck-off time is 2.3 seconds.”

“What’s that mean?”

She smiled at him. “First time?”

“No. I’m a friend of Tony Romanos and I’ve seen him ride a few times, but I still don’t understand everything.”

“Romanos is doing great this year.” The woman laughed. “Buck-off time is how long it takes the bull to buck the cowboys off. Tank’s been out five times this year. Never been ridden. Most cowboys don’t make it past the first jump out of the gate with him.”

Brody looked at where she pointed. A large black bull stood in chute three. He saw Tony standing behind the chute on a platform. A guy sat on the bull’s back, adjusting a rope.

“Tank’s dangerous. He’s got a lot of power, which is what gets the riders off center.”

The woman scooted closer to Brody. “See the thing is, everyone knows the bull jumps from the chute and always goes to the right for the first spin, but it’s the explosion out of the gate that gets them.”

She waved to someone in the seats below them. “Tank’s big and strong. He drives the cowboys off their ropes and that’s all she wrote. He spins and they drop into the well.”

“The well?”

“When the bull spins, he creates what the riders call the well. It’s the space on the inside of the spin. The more the bull spins, the more force is put on the rider to fall into that space or well. It also can be one of the worst places for a rider to fall. He can get hit by the bull’s horns or head.” The lady seemed willing to share her knowledge with him.

“What makes him so dangerous?” Brody noticed Tony looking up at him. He nodded and Tony’s quick grin caused his prick to stiffen. He hoped the woman didn’t notice.

“Once he has a rider down, he does his level best to kill him. Tank steps on them, tries to gore or hook them.” She gestured to Cody refastening his vest. “Several guys have been thankful for those vests. If the bull’s in a mood, it’ll take the rider roping him and dragging him back to the pen before he leaves the arena. Tank’s gonna kill someone one of these days.” She settled back, eyes focused on the arena floor.

Brody felt his stomach flutter, glad Tony hadn’t drawn that bull. He watched Tony slap Cody on the shoulder and