Brody dug out his phone. “I’ll call Juan and let him know what’s going on.”
“Thanks. I’ll have them come and get you when I’m back in the room.” Tony smiled at him.
He wandered outside to lean against the building and dialed the ranch.
“Hardin Ranch,” Margie answered.
“Hey, Margie. It’s Brody. Is Juan around anywhere?”
“Hello, Mr. MacCafferty. I believe he’s in his room doing homework. I’ll go get him.”
“Thanks.” He rested his head back on the brick of the hospital and closed his eyes.
It was a few minutes before he heard the phone get picked up again.
“Brody?”
“Hey Juan. How’s school going?” Brody rubbed his eyes hard.
“Good. Why are you calling me and not Tio Tony?” Fear tainted Juan’s question.
“He’s in getting x-rays.” The silence on the other end of the phone made him rush to assure Juan. “Don’t worry, kid. He has a dislocated shoulder, but they’re just making sure it’s not broken. He’ll probably need some stitches as well.”
“It’s been a rough start to the season for him, hasn’t it?” Juan sounded relieved.
“Yeah. I hope things get better soon. I’m not sure I can take him being injured again,” Brody admitted.
“You know, I’ve talked to Dusty and Burt. It sounds like he’ll have a ton of injuries, but mostly minor ones. Pulled muscles, sprains and things like that.”
“That’s good to know. Can you give the rest the news? I’ll have Tony call you when we get back to the hotel.”
“Sure. Thanks, Brody. I’m glad you’re there with him.” Juan hung up.
Brody slipped his phone back in his pocket and went back inside to wait for the nurse to call him back.
* * * *
“Tony, stop.” Brody laughed, trying to push the bull rider away from him.
“Why?” Tony’s dark eyes sparkled as the man licked Brody’s cock from base to tip.
“You’re injured. We spent three hours in the hospital getting you x-rayed and your shoulder popped back in place. Do you really want to ruin all that hard work?” Brody made sure not to hit Tony’s shoulder as he urged Tony to lie back on the bed.
“No, but I want you.” Tony pouted.
Brody ran his finger over Tony’s bottom lip. “Well, when you put it that way, go ahead. Knock yourself out.”
Tony’s face lit up and he started to slide down the bed.
“Wait.”
“What now?” Tony frowned at him.
“I was kidding about going ahead.” Brody stopped the words from pouring out of Tony’s mouth by placing a finger over his lips. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
Tony nodded.
“I think you need to ride me. Best way to do it so you’re not putting any pressure on that shoulder.” He ran his fingers over the bruise discoloring Tony’s skin.
“Works for me.” Tony reached for the lube sitting on the night stand.
The lube and the condom landed on Brody’s chest. He shook his head when Tony straddled his hips.
“You’re a bit of a slut, aren’t you?”
“Are you complaining?”
Popping the top off the lube, Brody chuckled. He squirted some on his fingers and rubbed them together. “No. We’re a perfect match since I like fucking you as much as you seem to like being fucked.”
Tony hummed as Brody pressed one finger against his ass. Inch by inch, he worked the digit further into Tony’s passage. Tony braced a hand on his chest and rocked, relaxing with each backward push.
“H-m-m-m…doesn’t matter. As long as there’s cumming involved, I don’t care how we get there.”
Brody chuckled. “That’s true.”
He slid two fingers in, stretching Tony’s hole and spreading the lube into the tight channel. Tony stared down at him, biting his bottom lip with intense concentration as they worked together to get Tony ready for Brody’s cock.
“Now, Brody.” Tony’s cheeks flushed.
Pulling his fingers out, he fumbled with the foil condom package. He tore it open and rolled the rubber on his cock. Tony rested his right hand on Brody’s chest, easing down while Brody held his shaft. His lover didn’t stop until he was buried balls deep in Tony.
They sighed.
Tony clenched and Brody felt his eyes cross.
“Move.”
He wasn’t going to disobey the order. He gripped Tony’s hips and lifted the man up until just the head of his cock rested inside the ring of muscle. Arching his hips, he drove back into Tony, nailing his lover’s gland with the first stroke.
“Fuck.” Tony’s fingers flexed, causing his nails to dig into Brody’s skin.
Brody’s mind short-circuited when Tony’s passage massaged his cock. He took Tony hard and fast, thanking God for Tony’s balance and ability to ride bucking bulls or he would have knocked the guy off several times. He braced his feet against the mattress and pushed up, loving the feel of Tony’s warmth sliding up and down on his shaft.
“Brody,” Tony gasped his name.
He could tell his cowboy was ready to come. Tony’s olive skin flushed red and he threw his head back, groaning as strings of cum shot from his cock. Brody kept moving, thrusting and drawing Tony’s climax out. Or at least he tried to, but Tony’s muscles’
almost painful grip on his own prick drove all thought out of his mind and he came with a shout of his own.
Waiting until his brain straightened itself out, Brody ran his hands over Tony’s hips and back. Tony collapsed on him, their stomachs and chests sealed together with cum and sweat. Once their breathing evened out, he rolled Tony over and slid out. Tony whimpered slightly.
“Hush, love. Let me clean us up and you can go to sleep.”
He took care of the condom and washed them both off. By the time he got back in bed, Tony was sound asleep. Brody brushed a kiss over Tony’s injured shoulder and curled up beside him. He drifted to sleep as well, exhausted from worry and fear.
Chapter Sixteen
One week later, Hardin Ranch, Wyoming
Tony leaned against the porch railing, smoking and watching Yancey and Juan wander around the barns. He smiled when Yancey took
