Dogtags and Cowboy Boots by Sean Michael

Author:Sean Michael [Michael, Sean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Erotic, Adult, Cowboy
ISBN: 9781603708982
Google: KlIhQwAACAAJ
Amazon: 1603708987
Barnesnoble: 1603708987
Goodreads: 7688500
Publisher: Torquere Press
Published: 2009-12-01T00:00:00+00:00

June 2005

Rock's shoulder was aching something fierce and he was trying to ignore it. It was the fucking weekend -- he wasn't letting an on the job injury ruin his damned weekend.

He got his blow and fucked Rig and Dick both into curled up balls of nap on the bed. Then he had coffee and a fucking fine breakfast courtesy of his Rabbit. Biscuits with sausage gravy, sausages and scrambled eggs, coffee. Then the work out and he soldiered through it and if he skimped on the arm curls, well there was no one there to count as the kid had gone out with the other privates on some bonding thing.

Rock snorted. Bonding. Like the baby greens needed more than their greenhood to bond them.

A shower had helped and now the shoulder had settled into a dull ache that he would be able to ignore better if there was something on the fucking tube to watch. And where the hell was Rig anyway? They were scheduled to do the fucking shopping tomorrow -- Rig was supposed to be around today.

He rolled his shoulder a little, wincing. Damn. It wasn't really getting any better. Maybe he'd take his Rabbit out for dinner. He wanted a nice thick steak and a potato with all the fucking fixings. Twice.

"Okay Blue, you've been favoring that shoulder since Thursday. 'fess up." Rig's voice came from behind him, hitting him a second after the smell of Icy Hot. Those fingers landed on his still bare skin all slick and sure and oh...

Oh, fuck. Yes. Right there. Damn.

There was something to be said for not having to soldier through something. He groaned, letting his head drop forward. "Don't stop."

"Not planning to. Lord, Rock, you're as tight as a boar's ass." The massage kept on, the touch getting hot, making his toes curl as it eased things. Rig was talking some, random bullshit about this and that, nothing he had to listen to or pretend to give a shit about later, just chatter to fill the space.

He was practically purring before too long, the remote falling out of his hands. Oh, he owed Rig. Had an idea or two on how he'd pay up, too.

"Mmm... that's it. That's better." Those hot lips brushed his jaw, his ear, breath just barely blowing.

He purred, head tilting back. "Yeah. It is."

"Sexy marine." Rig moaned, mouth moving down the side of his neck. "Beautiful fucking man."

"You still like what you see, Rig?"

"You know it. Was fucking made for you." Those eyes caught his, shining and happy, warm as fuck.

"Come around here," he growled. "And I'll show you just what you were made for."

"Promises, promises." Rig's hands left him just long enough to get a lapful of redneck, all long legs and arms.

He wrapped his good arm around Rig, grabbing a handful of jeans-clad ass and squeezing as their mouths met in a kiss that made him forget all about aches and pains. Rig gave back as good as he got, tongue pushing in, just fucking his lips like nothing else ever.

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