Page 46 of All of Us

“You did well. When we are on the trail, I’ll keep Amber on a lead so you can focus on taking pictures and not on where your horse is going.”

“Oh, that would help a lot.”

As promised, he deserved a reward. I ran my tongue from just below the collar of his shirt up to the hairline, where I sucked gently. His body rewarded me with another delicious shudder, and goosebumps broke out on his skin.

“We will continue to practice standing and moving in the saddle. There will be times you will want to get shots on horseback while we are moving with the cattle.”

I scraped my teeth along the back of his neck, and he wiggled. “We are almost to the lake, we’ll dismount and enjoy our picnic.”

“Ngh. That feels amazing.”

I put my hands on his legs, moved them to his inner thighs, then pressed right up against the edge of his balls.

“Are you going to get back on Dusty?” He asked, breathing unsteadily.

I looked over at my buddy as he walked along happily. “Do you want me to?”

Joe didn’t say anything as I continued running my hands over his legs. I sucked on the tight muscles near his neck.

“I don’t see a reason for you to move if we are almost there.”

I bit the helix of his ear gently. “I agree.”

We rode for another five minutes before we got to the lake, the entire time I teased Joe’s body. He made filthy noises, which made my cock rock hard.

When we stopped, I slid off Amber and stood there while Joe dismounted. When he turned around, I couldn’t help but pull him tight against me. I kissed him hard, my hand going to his neck as I sought the heat of his mouth. I could feel the desire and passion in the way his tongue danced with mine.

“Let's give Amber a rest and take her saddle off, then we can take a break of our own.”

He kissed me lightly again. “She is a good girl.”

He turned and rubbed her head, giving her a kiss, too. I had no idea if I could be with a man who didn’t love horses, because they were everything to me. I was a cowboy.

Once the horses were settled, I got our lunch ready. I had a small flask of tequila and tacos kept warm while we were on the trail. I had made the meat in the bunkhouse; the guys there insisted on getting samples, and I got rave reviews. Hopefully, they were right because I wanted to impress Joe.

I handed him three of the foil-wrapped packets.

“I made tacos.”

He looked at me and smiled. “Seriously? I love tacos.”

When he looked at me like that, it made my stomach tumble. It was a feeling I had become addicted to.

He rested his head against my shoulder and happily took a bite.

“These are so good, Gentry.” He made little happy noises as he took another bite. I sat there and watched him eat.

“You’re not hungry?”

“What?”

“You aren’t eating.” He gestured to the food on my lap.

“Oh. You had me distracted.” He blushed. It was true, but I looked down and opened one of my tacos. They were good, he was right.

“These really are good Gentry. I need to cook for you next time.”

I wiggled in my seat a little, and he laughed. “What was that?”