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with him. It really was. He understood, even. His kiss
became a little ravenous.
Coke lost it, driving into him mindlessly, hand hard
on his hip as his bullfighter's eyes rolled. He was gonna
have bruises. Fucking hot.
Dillon found himself chanting Coke's name, pushing
his bullfighter to come for him, to let him feel it deep
inside. He was gonna blow without Coke even touching
him this time.
Coke's shoulders rippled, a deep roar pushing from
the man's chest as that fine, fat cock pulsed, heat
flooding him. Grunting, Dillon bit at the skin of Coke's
neck, just hard enough to anchor himself. Then he was
coming too, his cock pushing against Coke's belly.
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Coke held himself up, arms shaking for a second,
before he pulled out and landed beside Dillon.
"God." The word came right out of him, explosive
and yet breathless.
Coke grunted, breathing fucking hard.
Dillon grinned. Now they'd have to snuggle and dry
off. Everyone knew you didn't dare go out in the snow
all sweaty.
Coke's hand landed on his belly, solid and warm.
"Mmm. We could have a snack. A nap..."
"'Kay." Coke was almost asleep already, Dillon could
tell.
They would nap. Eat. Coke would end up doing
housework. They might get out in the snow by
tomorrow.
It was warmer in bed anyway.
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Chapter Six
Coke grabbed another handful of snow, packed it
tight, and threw, the snowball sailing over the yard, two
bassets leaping after it.
God, that was fun.
He'd been out God knew how long, throwing and
watching, waiting for Dillon to wake up and tell him to
come make breakfast. He was shivering some, but it was
worth it to watch the babies run and play. Pansy was one
hell of a leaper, and Jerome? Well, Jerome was a lot like
his namesake, quick and focused, just not real good at
jumping.
"Coke?" Dillon sounded like he was laughing, which
was a good sign. "I got hot towels."
"Yeah?" He could handle that. He was feeling the
cold deep, now. He whistled up the beasts and headed
in, leaning to give Dillon a kiss. "Morning, honey."
"Cold!" Dillon's lips were warm, and that mouth
tasted like coffee. Woo.
His hands slipped into Dillon's robe, searching that
belly.
"Coke!" Man, Dillon could do a girly squeal. The
puppers danced and barked, like they were laughing.
"Hmm? You're all toasty." He chuckled, nibbling on
Dillon's lips, snuggling in. "What you want for
breakfast, cowboy?"
"Naked Coke? Your clothes are all frozen." Dillon
started stripping him down, and hot towels appeared out
of the oven, along with his sweats. Oh, damn.
His eyes rolled a little, the heat perfect, making his
knees buckle.
"I got you, babe. Sit and have a coffee." His slippers
were all warm, too, from sitting right next to the stove.
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Dillon got him coffee, then dried off the pups, got them
curled up in a blanket.
"Did you see them running?" He settled, drinking
deep from his mug. "Pansy can catch her some
snowballs."
"She can. Jerome can outpace her, though, on sheer
speed. We'll make you snow bunnies yet, eh?"
"It's not bad, honey. Not at all." He stretched up tall,
trying not to wince at the aches. "So, what's on your plan
for today?"
"I have no idea. At some point, we need to food
shop." Dillon got him orange juice and aspirin and then
went to the fridge.
"That sounds good. You got a grill?" He could grill in
this stuff. Probably.
He managed in ice storms at home okay.
"Uh. I think so? It's under a tarp." Peering out the
window over the sink, Dillon shrugged.
He chuckled, grinned. "I'll go look so I can make you
food."
He could make burgers in the house, but they were
better outside.
"Later, babe. We can have omelets. I can do that."
That fine ass started bouncing. Dillon always had to
dance sooner or later.
Coke chuckled and leaned back to watch. "Nattie
texted this morning; wanted to know if we had room for
them at Thanksgiving. He's taking Tracy and the babies
to Mexico for the holidays after."
"Sure, babe. You've seen my house." The house sure
would hold everyone, and Dillon didn't seem the least
bit upset.
"Yeah? Excellent. He said we could come down,
but..." Coke shrugged. He was happy right now.
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"The kids have never seen the like of Thanksgiving
here." Winking, Dillon got out eggs, veggies, weird
Italian ham.
He stood up, hands on Dillon's hips, pulling the man
back into him. "Thank you."
"Huh? What, for not yelling that Nattie is a yellow-
bellied traitor?" The joke was an old one by now, and
held no heat at all.
"Exactly." He kissed Dillon's shoulder.
"Mmm." Swaying, pushing back, Dillon gave him
something to rub on.
He watched Dillon break eggs, stir. It was nice just to
watch. He was so warm, pressed up against that fine
back. It was like a furnace of his very own. Coke closed
his eyes, took a deep, deep breath.
"You okay, babe?" They swayed, Dillon almost slow
dancing him from in front.
"Mmmhmm. Just enjoying you for a minute."
"Oh, good." They kinda did a silly shuffle to the
stove, but then he didn't have to move. Dillon was pretty
good at omelets.
He watched a bit, then went to pour milk and start
toast, freshen up coffee. Normal stuff. Good stuff.
Dillon put the plates on the table and gave him a kiss
before sitting. "So, you want to head into town in a bit?"
"Yeah. Yeah, that'd be good. We need some food,
and there's that DVD movie."
"Cool. We'll make a list of what we want to make.
Sis will want to do a lot." Dillon's toes touched his leg,
pushing his sweatpants up a bit.
"What's your favorite dish?"
"I like the sweet potatoes and the cranberry sauce."
That grin was all about the sugar rush; he'd seen it
before.
"Why don't that surprise me?"
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"I don't know, babe." Those long toes tugged at his
leg hair.
"Hey!" He hooted, pulled back. "I want pecan pie."
"Oh, yum. The kids will want pumpkin. We should
make a list." Dillon was not the most organized soul.
"Well, is Susan and your folks coming here or are we
bringing Nattie and them over there?"
"I have no idea. My place is a little bigger, but she
has more of the stuff..."
"Well, honey. You call her, I'll call Nate, we'll be set
for bear." He rolled his shoulders and winked. "I gotta
go to the bank, too. I got to get some money."
"Okay." One sandy eyebrow went up. "You should
open an account up here. Fewer bank fees."
"Yeah? I just got the old checking account. It don't
cost much, I don't think."
Dillon stared at him. "It shouldn't cost you anything,
babe. We have member checking almost everywhere."
"Do I have that? Hold up." He headed to the bedroom
and grabbed his checkbook out of the little saddlebag
that he kept his personal information in.
When he gave it to Dillon, his cowboy just stared
harder. "Dude. How long have you had this account?"
"Twenty years, I guess? It's the same account, but it's
been a ton of banks. I just put my checks in there, pay
my bills from it." There was a goodly amount in there,
as a cushion. Lots of zeroes' worth.
"Huh." That frown was more... contemplative than
upset. "Well, we can pull just a couple thousand for you
to use up here."
"Okay. I don't think on it much. I just got my taxes,
my truck payment." The sponsors took care of
everything else.
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