He felt Juan’s hand on his good shoulder.
“You always have a place here. You know Les and Randy would never throw you out.”
He pushed to his feet and sighed. “I know, but I want a place that’s mine. Where I’m not a third wheel. No matter how open they are, Randy and Les only need each other for true happiness.”
Tony scrubbed his face with his hand. “I’m tired. I’m going to bed. Don’t stay up too late.”
Juan rolled his eyes at him and Tony chuckled.
It was good to be back, even though he missed Brody. He had a feeling though it wouldn’t be long before they found a home of their own.
Chapter Nineteen
Eight months later, Las Vegas, Nevada
PBR Finals
“God, harder.”
Brody’s ankles hooked together around Tony’s waist, his heels digging into Tony’s ass. He rocked his hips and pushed down into each of Tony’s thrusts.
Tony’s thick shaft stroked in and out; the spongy head pegging Brody’s gland each time. Brody’s hands pressed against the wall above the bed, keeping him from hitting his head as Tony fucked him hard and fast.
He clenched his inner passage, massaging Tony’s cock and encouraging his lover to come. Brody’s eyes rolled when Tony gripped his aching prick and pumped.
“Shit,” Tony moaned as Brody bucked underneath him.
Brody couldn’t say anything. He’d lost all ability to speak or think the moment rough skin enveloped his dick.
Overwhelmed by the sensations of his climax building, he might have whimpered.
Lightning danced along his spine and struck, tingling and hot in his balls.
Brody exploded, painting their stomachs, chests and Tony’s hand with thick white strings of cum. Drifting on the pleasure of his own release, he barely registered Tony’s at first.
Tony jerked and froze. He remained buried in Brody’s ass while he emptied a flood of hot cum into Brody. Brody undulated, milking every last drop from Tony’s cock.
He grunted as Tony’s solid weight landed on his chest. He let his legs drop to either side of Tony’s hips. Running his fingers down Tony’s sweat-covered spine, he kissed Tony’s forehead.
“Relaxed now?”
Tony mumbled something.
Brody nudged him. “Can’t understand you, babe.”
“I’m so relaxed, I think I’ll take a nap.”
He chuckled. “Sorry, love. We’re meeting everyone in thirty minutes for lunch before you head over to the Thomas and Mack to get ready.”
“Damn,” Tony grumbled, rolling over onto his back. “Do we at least have time for a shower?”
“If we’re quick.” Brody hesitated before saying, “Angelina called last night. She’s planning on watching today. Said to wish you good luck.”
“I appreciate the call.”
He caught a hint of sarcasm in Tony’s voice.
“She’s trying. Between your parents and that bastard husband of hers, she’s going crazy. Maybe she’ll be able to come next year.”
Tony sighed. “You’re right. I’ll call her tonight after I win.”
“No lack of confidence here, I see.” He slapped Tony on the hip and climbed out of bed. “Let’s go before they come looking for us.”
“Don’t you think I’ll ride my last two bulls and win?”
“Of course I do, sweetheart.” He winked at Tony. “I have the utmost confidence in your ability.”
Four hours later, Brody’s confidence was severely shaken when he found out what bull Tony was to ride in the Championship round.
“You’re not riding that bull.” Brody stalked up to Tony.
Tony turned and glared at him. Brody realized he’d challenged his lover in front of Tony’s fellow riders. He gritted his teeth.
“Can I talk to you somewhere else?”
Tony nodded, said something to the others and led the way to a small deserted hallway. Brody followed, not caring if Les and Randy were keeping up or not.
As soon as they were alone, Brody grabbed Tony’s arm and pulled him around.
“You’re not riding that bull, Tony,” he commanded.
“I have to ride.” Tony didn’t jerk away. Brody’s hand was taken in a tight grip.
“You’re hurt and that bastard is the most dangerous bull on tour. If healthy cowboys can’t stay on him, what makes you think you can?” Brody wasn’t questioning Tony’s riding ability. He was worried about the condition of Tony’s shoulder. Tony had injured his right shoulder in the last round. It was the arm he held onto the bull rope with.
“I have to ride him, love.” Tony kept his voice low. “If I make eight on him, I’ll win the Finals and the championship. I’ve been working for this all my life, Brody. I can’t walk away from this.”
“But he’s psychotic. He can do serious damage.” Brody touched Tony’s cheek, fighting the need to take the cowboy in his arms.
“I know that. I helped carry Cody out of the arena when that asshole slab of meat stomped him into the dirt. That bull should be put down, but I can’t worry about that. I have to ride. Don’t you understand?” Tony pleaded.
Brody shook his head, turning away. He saw Les and Randy standing a little ways down the hall. He pointed at Randy.
“Explain to him why he shouldn’t do this.”
Les shrugged and Randy shook his head. The younger man stepped forward.
“I was never a rodeo junkie. It was a way for me to make money, but I’m not going to try and convince Tony to withdraw. One ride and he wins.” Randy grinned at Tony.
“Go for it.”
Randy hugged Tony and gave Brody an apologetic smile. He appealed to Les.
Hardin touched his shoulder.
“Sometimes you have to let them go after something they want. No matter how scared you are.” Les pulled Randy farther down the hall. “Give Tony a hug and a kiss.
Wish him good luck. He needs to get back out there and we need to go to our seats.”
Brody stared down at his feet. Fear and panic swamped him. He wanted to fall to his knees and beg Tony not to make that ride. The night Tony’s friend, Cody, ended up in intensive care because of that
