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

his body by placing his hands on either side of Tony’s head. Panting, they stared at each other. Sweat dripped from Brody’s face to mingle with Tony’s.

“We should get tested.” He bit his lip.

Fuck, sex seemed to have switched off his ‘thinking before he spoke’ button.

“Good idea. I’d like to feel you fuck me without rubber getting in the way.” Brody gave him a short kiss.

“I’ve never done it without protection.” He unhooked his ankles and dropped his legs down with a sigh.

“Neither have I. I’ve never found any guy I’d been willing to risk it for.”

Brody pulled out of him and climbed out of bed to take care of the condom. Tony looked up at the dark ceiling and thought about what he’d suggested. To fuck without protection was a huge step. It spoke of trust and a depth of caring he never thought he’d achieve with any man.

If he was willing to get tested and start having sex without a condom, then what was stopping him from moving in with Brody when the man found a ranch to buy in Wyoming? Tony realized the choice of Wyoming truly was because of him. Brody could have found property back in Austin or somewhere else, but his lover chose Wyoming so Tony wouldn’t miss his friends.

“You’re thinking too hard.” Brody tossed a wet washcloth to him.

He caught it, cleaned up and threw it back to Brody who took it back into the bathroom. Brody glanced out at him.

“I’m taking a shower. I want to head out and grab some breakfast.”

He waited until the water started before he climbed out of bed and tugged on his jeans. He pulled out his phone and his cigarettes. Finding paper and pen, he left Brody a note saying he was having a cigarette outside.

Lighting his cigarette, he leaned against the building and hit speed dial.

“Hey Tony,” Randy answered.

“How ya’ doing, cowboy?” He dragged in a breath of smoke.

“Good. Folsom dumped my ass three times in the arena. I almost got trampled by the herd of steers. Other than that, I’m fine. We’ll see what else happens during the rest of the day.”

Tony let the back of his head bump the brick wall behind him. “Sounds kind of rough. You letting Les take care of you?”

Randy laughed. “Of course. I’m going to convince him to kiss my bruises later.”

“I don’t think you’ll have to work too hard on convincing him.” Tony drew in some smoke and blew it out. “Brody’s looking for a ranch in Wyoming close to you.”

“I know. Les told me,” Randy admitted.

“You knew? Why didn’t you say something?” He couldn’t believe Randy hadn’t mentioned it to him.

“It’s none of my business, Tony.”

Randy’s voice faded away and Tony could barely hear him talking to someone.

“Didn’t you think I’d want to know?”

“No. As much as Brody’s doing this for you, he’s doing it for Yancey as well,”

Randy pointed out.

“True. He asked me to move in with him.”

“Wow. Next thing you know, you’ll be getting married.”

Randy’s teasing made him smile.

“Shut up, asshole.” He ground his cigarette out on the sidewalk. “I shouldn’t over-think this, should I?”

“You’re right. I think you and Brody are building something solid, but if it doesn’t work out, you always have a place with Les and me.” Randy groaned.

“I know.” He pulled open the door. “I’ll let you go. Take care of those bruises and tell Les hi for me. Let Juan know I’ll call him after the go-around.”

“Will do. Have a good ride today.” Randy hung up.

He slid the card in the lock and made his way into the hotel room. Brody was lying on the bed, ankles crossed, watching TV. His lover grinned at him.

“How are Randy and Les doing?”

He unzipped his jeans and stripped them off, padding towards the bathroom.

“They’re good. I’ll grab a quick shower and we can get breakfast afterwards.”

Brody nodded and winked as Tony shut the bathroom door.

Chapter Fifteen

Brody settled into his seat at the arena. He’d dropped Tony off at the rider’s entrance and parked the rental. He opened his program and studied the riders. While they were having breakfast, Tony told him about the other riders and who would present the biggest challenge to his winning the World Championship buckle.

“I see you’re here again.”

He looked up to see the lady from the St. Louis event standing next to him. Brody stood and held out his hand.

“Good to see you again, ma’am.”

She laughed. “I’m Sally Howard. I see we’re sitting next to each other again as well.” Sally shook his hand and sat down.

“I didn’t see you last night.” He took his seat and glanced down into the arena at the bucking chutes, trying to spot Tony.

“Had some other business to take care of.” Sally opened her program and circled some of the pictures.

“Brody MacCafferty.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

“You don’t strike me as a rodeo fan, even though I hear a hint of Texas in your voice.” Sally pulled a camera out of her bag along with a notebook and pen.

“I’m not. Just started watching the PBR this year. I met Tony last year in Hawaii.”

Brody didn’t know how much to say. He knew there was no way he could explain Tony picked him up at the hotel bar. “Ended up running into each other in St. Louis. I do business all over the country.”

“Do you think I could get him to give me an interview?”

He swore silently. Damn his luck. He had to befriend a reporter. “I don’t know.

You’d have to ask him.”

“I’ll try and track him down. I cover the PBR for my home town newspaper in Kansas.” Sally grinned and winked at him. “Can’t beat it. They pay me to wander around the country, asking handsome cowboys about riding bulls.”

“Not a bad job if you can get it, I guess.” He knew he had to watch what he said. No point in getting a reporter digging around Tony.

“Well, maybe not for you, but for me,