Leaving Home by Chase, A. (life books to read .txt) 📗

Peter’s number. This time he got Peter’s

voicemail.

“Hey, Peter, I’m about five hours out. Just woke up, so I’m planning on grabbing

breakfast before I leave. See you soon.”

He took a shower, then some more pills. Chaz grabbed breakfast at the diner next to the

hotel. After eating, he headed out, wanting to get to Peter’s before it got dark.

Five hours later, he pulled into the driveway leading towards the main house. Chaz

was surprised by all the activity centred on the barns. There hadn’t been nearly that much when he was there a week ago. Maybe because the big guys had been gone there hadn’t been

any major business going on or lessons. He’d learnt that Les worked with riders and Randy trained cutting horses. Those must have started up again now that they were back.

Chaz parked his truck next to Peter’s, and almost rolled out of the vehicle. He grunted

as his feet hit the dirt. After placing his hands at the base of his spine, he arched his back, trying to stretch a little.

“You must be Chaz, Peter’s friend.”

He turned at the sound of the softly accented voice. A tall, dark-haired man stood in

front of him. There was a distinctive white streak over his right temple, and Chaz knew he was talking to Les.

“Yes, sir, and you must be Mr Hardin. Peter’s told me a lot about you.” Chaz held out

his hand.

Smiling slightly, Les shook it. “I’m not that much older than you, so please call me Les.

I’m glad you were able to come to stay with us for a few days. Where do you need to be

next?”

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Chaz turned to open up the back door of his truck, then grabbed one of his bags. Les

took the other one before Chaz had a chance to get it. Les gestured towards the house, and Chaz followed him up to the front door.

“Nashville is next. So unfortunately I have to head out on Wednesday to get there in

time, but I really wanted to see Peter.” He gave himself a mental head slap.

It was one thing to make those kinds of statement to Peter. He didn’t need to blurt shit

like that out to complete strangers, even if Les was a big brother figure to Peter.

“Next time you decide to come, let me know, and I’ll send the jet for you. It’ll make it

easier for you to travel. Driving everywhere has to be hell on your back.” Les pushed the door open while he spoke.

The jet? Chaz had got the idea that Les was rich, with all the different businesses associated with the ranch that Peter dealt with, but he’d never thought the man would have a private aeroplane.

“Thanks. I appreciate the offer.” Though he’d probably never use it.

“I know what it’s like having to deal with an injury.” Les skimmed his fingers over the

white streak and the slight concave dent at his temple. “Plus, I’d like to help Peter out. If you used the jet, you could stay here longer.”

Well, that was an incentive to take Les up on his offer. Before he could say anything, the sound of footsteps coming down the hall caused him to look up. Peter was heading towards

them, and his smile showed how happy he was to see Chaz.

“I’ll see you later at dinner, Chaz. I’m sure you and Peter would like to catch up.” Les

set his bag on the floor before slapping him on the shoulder.

“Nice to meet you, Les,” Chaz said absently, his attention fully on Peter.

Peter stopped in front of Chaz, and Chaz didn’t resist the need to wrap his arms around

Peter’s waist to draw him the last few inches. Their lips met, making Chaz sigh softly. The touch of Peter’s mouth on his, and the solidness of Peter in his arms, helped Chaz release tension he didn’t even know he’d carried.

He mumbled something against Peter’s cheek, but he had no real idea what he was

saying. He was relieved to be out of the truck and with Peter. His mind ground to a halt for a moment when he realised he probably was already in love with Peter. He didn’t know how it could’ve happened so quickly, but it had, and he found that he wasn’t too upset about it.

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Chaz bent slightly to get a better angle for the kiss, and his back reminded him he

wasn’t a twenty-year-old kid anymore. Chaz clenched his jaw, then stepped back.

“Why don’t you take me to our room, then you can show me some TLC,” he suggested.

Red tinged Peter’s cheeks, and Chaz chuckled. Peter shook his head when he saw how

pleased Chaz looked.

“Don’t look so proud of yourself. I’d blush no matter who said that.”

“That’s true.” Chaz couldn’t hide his wince as he reached for the bag Les had set on the

floor.

Chaz shuddered when Peter ran his hand down his spine.

“Maybe I should give you a massage before we get reacquainted.”

“Only if you don’t care that I might fall asleep on you,” Chaz informed him.

Peter didn’t say anything, and Chaz wondered if Peter was trying to decide what he

wanted more—sex or helping Chaz feel better.

“Don’t think too hard about it, honey. You can do—or have—both. One will just have to

wait until later.”

“How did you know what I was thinking?”

Chaz shrugged. “Guess I know you better than you think.”

“Maybe.”

Peter led the way down the hall to their room. Chaz set his bags down, then flopped

onto the bed without even bothering to take off his boots. He felt Peter tug at his laces, and Chaz couldn’t bring himself to argue or help. As much as he wanted to plunge his cock as

deep into Peter as he could, Chaz knew his body wasn’t up to it at the moment.

He lay pliant while Peter undressed him. Maybe he could fuck if Peter was willing to

do all the work. Soon he was naked, but still lying face down on the mattress. He heard a zipper, and grinned to himself. Apparently, Peter had