Hot Off the Range by angel martinez & Silvia Violet & Freddy MacKay & Mathilde Watson & Angel Martinez

Author:angel martinez & Silvia Violet & Freddy MacKay & Mathilde Watson & Angel Martinez [Griffin, Toni]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mischief Corner Books

Chapter Nine

If someone had asked Namid two weeks ago if he thought he'd have a maybe boyfriend after moving to the middle of nowhere in South Dakota or that they'd be holding hands crossing the street, he would've laughed in their faces. Now, he'd be backpedaling as fast as possible. But it felt good, right, and Namid hadn't been so content before. The slow pace of life here in Hooper's called to Namid and he couldn't complain. If they could only get the harassment and house fire business squared away then everything would be perfect.

Checking the crossing light, Namid stepped into the street with Dusty in tow. There weren't many streetlights on this end in town, and Namid had learned it was hard to see people unless they were in the crosswalk. An engine revved and suddenly Namid was being flung backward, air the only thing underneath him.

"Fuck!"

Lights passed Namid and Dusty as they hit the ground. Hard.

"Ooph!" Every muscle and bone in Namid's back and chest screamed out for relief.

"Shit!" yelled Dusty, his voice cracking.

"Fucking. Fuck," gasped Namid as he tried to force air back into his lungs.

"You okay, Namid?"

"Maybe." Namid coughed. "If you…could get…off me…I'll know…if I can…breathe."

"Sorry." Dusty sat up, his ass pressing against Namid's groin.

The grab was automatic. Namid's fingers dug into Dusty's hips, holding him in place. Gods. How good did that feel? Namid groaned, his brain having gotten no further than Dusty on top of him.

"Okay, maybe you could stay. Just rock a little harder against me." Namid requested, tugging down.

"Perv, I think you're just fine if you can proposition me on a sidewalk." Dusty laughed and stood up, holding out a hand to Namid. He grumbled but took it. "Next time watch where you're going before you cross the street."

"I was!"

"Uh-huh." Dusty chuckled.

"It was the white walk light!" insisted Namid, brushing himself off. "Besides, you followed me, so you should've seen it too!"

Wow. Red up to the hairline. Impressive. The color really did suit Dusty. The cowboy cleared his throat. "I wasn't paying attention to the light."

Oo! That look. Namid let loose a feral grin.

"I—" then Dusty shut his mouth and shook his head.

"You?"

"Namid," growled Dusty.

"Nice," answered Namid. He adjusted himself, trying to get his stiffy comfortable. Not like he really could, but moving it around gave him some relief.

Dusty made that lovely garbled, pained sound.

"You're beautiful."

"What?"

"Gorgeous."

"Dear God, please just stop." Dusty backed up.

Lucky for Namid, the streetlight stopped the cowboy. Namid pinned him against the hard metal. "I think I should thank my savior, don't you?"

"What?" yelped Dusty, batting Namid's hands away. Gods, the man didn't know how he looked when flustered.

But Namid was used to Dusty's antics since the night the brick had been tossed through the clinic window. Despite his nervousness, Dusty craved Namid's touch. Every night for the past five nights, Namid wrapped himself around the cowboy, not giving him an inch of ground. If it took him a hundred years, Namid would melt Dusty's tough exterior.

The light made it easy to press harder against Dusty, their groins matching up nicely.

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