SWAT Ed: Fox & Bull (Nothing Special 8)

Bull wished Fox hadn’t said that. A man should never ask a cowboy how hard he can ride him. It would always be considered a personal challenge. Bull started thrusting faster, his hips pumping wildly, making each plunge harder than the last. Fox gritted his teeth, grunting through each push Bull delivered, the grunts Fox made provoking Bull to get deeper.

He eased Fox off his lap and flipped him over, putting his pert ass in the air. Fox scrambled onto his hands and knees, trying to inch higher on the bed, but Bull caught him around his ankle and yanked him back into him.

“You trying to get away from me?” Bull slapped Fox on one ass cheek. “You’re not as uncatchable as you think you are, handsome.”

Fox cursed him as Bull slid back inside nice and slow, only to pummel his ass again before he could catch his breath. He had one hand holding that narrow waist and the other cupping Fox’s shoulder as he slammed his pelvis into him. Bull could stay engulfed in this man’s heat all night, but the animalistic nature overtaking him wouldn’t allow that to happen. He needed to shoot his seed deep inside what was his, now.

Fox shouted his name and dropped to his elbows, his knees buckling soon after. “Fuck, I’m coming, Dom.”

Bull followed Fox to the mattress and buried himself in his love, pressing his lips to his sweaty shoulder as he emptied into him, groaning from a place deep in his soul as he deposited years’ worth of pent-up loneliness and need. Feelings he never had to experience again, feelings that Fox had taken away from him. Bull was content and satisfied, his family and ranch safe from harm, his heart overflowing in ways he’d never be able to describe—all because of this one man.

Bull thought eventually Fox would tell him he was getting too heavy and to get off him, but even after he’d slipped out of his relaxed hole, Fox allowed him to stay just like that until the next thing he knew, he’d fallen asleep.

Bull stretched his lower back, then turned and draped his arm over an empty space. Huffing in irritation, he sat up and threw his legs over the side of the bed. He hated when Fox did that—left the bed in silence. Bull cleaned up in the small bathroom and quickly dressed in his work jeans and a black thermal he pulled from his one dresser.

Bull waved at the men riding the fence line as he hurried across the backyard and into the house. The property looked amazing with all the springtime decorations. Business was booming, and he was having so much fun at work every day that he sometimes forgot how hard ranching could be. He hung his hat on the peg and entered the kitchen with a bright smile.

“Mornin’, Pop, Amelia,” he said, then pecked a light kiss on her cheek.

“Well, look at you. You’re positively glowing this morning.” She laughed, her blue eyes dancing over his face.

Bull poured his coffee in his favorite mug. “Men don’t glow, Amelia.”

His father had set his Senoia Gazette down and was giving him that damn expression again. Bull sighed in exasperation before he took a long sip of the dark roast. “Don’t you guys start this again.” He wanted to be annoyed, but he felt too good on the inside to feel anything but joy. Happiness. Fuck, maybe he was glowing.

“I’m just happy for you is all, son,” his dad said, standing with his cane and slowly making his way to him. His father placed his hand on his shoulder and gazed up at him as only a proud father could before he spoke in his croaky voice. “A man couldn’t ask for a better son. And I’m just… I’m so damn glad you found someone like Fox. You deserve this, Bull. You’ve worked so hard, and you never complain. Your mother would be proud too if—” His father stopped, his breath hitching, and Bull didn’t know if he could do this with him. Not with all the emotions running through him after last night. He’d likely start blubbering worse than little Robby Abbott if his dad kept this up.

Bull swallowed the lump in his throat. “Fuck, Pop.”

“I know, I know.” His dad chuckled softly. “You hate when I get all sappy on ya.”

“You know I do.” Bull laughed away the slight moisture that’d built in his eyes thinking about his mom.

“Just wanted to tell you I’m proud.” His father clapped him between his shoulder blades and ambled back to his seat. “I think Amelia and I are gonna get in the cart and ride down to the north field when you guys bring around the Clydesdales.”

Bull was more than happy to switch the topic back to work. “That sounds like a great idea. It’s gonna be in the upper fifties; it’ll be nice to see you out there, old man.”