Sam Hawker’s fall off a bucking bronc at an event in Canada has left him both physically broken and financially broke and in a hospital with his leg in traction. Between worrying about how he’ll pay his medical bills and not being able to move, he’s going more than a little stir crazy.
Easy on the eyes, Pat Bouchard is the nurse assigned to Sam for his stay at the hospital, and the two men get to know each other as Pat cares for and entertains Sam. They grow even closer when Pat offers Sam a place to stay while he recovers.
What are they going to do when Sam’s all better and doesn’t have a reason to stay in Canada any longer?
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“I know. Just want to touch you.” Kissing was also pretty damn good.
“Me, too. I was good. I waited until you’d been here a few days.”
“Mmmhmm. You are a saint.” He had a little devil in him.
Pat snorted. “I’m not feeling especially saintly.”
“No? No wings?”
Pat made a show of looking. “Nope. I’ve got a horn, though.”
Oh, that was cute. Sam grabbed said horn. “Gonna hook me?”
Pat blinked at him. “Hook you?”
“Yep. You know…” He quirked his finger, caught Pat’s prick like a bull’s horn caught a rider.
“Oh!” Pat laughed softly. “I didn’t think bull.”
“No?” He did it again, playing easily.
Pat groaned for him this time, and pushed into Sam’s touch. Oh, now. That was nice. Sam liked that. Sam did it again, admiring the way Pat moved as he thrust into every touch of Sam’s fingers.
“I like how you need, honey.”
“Need.” Pat nodded his head vigorously, groaning again.
Sam kept touching, pulling and tugging, playing with Pat’s prick.
“Love your calluses,” Pat told him.
“From roping.” He dragged a callused finger over the tip of Pat’s cock.
Pat shuddered for him.
“Sensitive there?” He repeated the caress, then gathered up the crystalline drop that formed.
“Yeah.” Pat’s voice was rough, the need there deep.
Sam sucked his finger clean, moaning at the sharp, clean flavor.
“Oh fuck, Sam, that’s hot.”
“Yeah.” Hot. Blistering. “I want more.”
“You know how to get it.”
“I do.” He grabbed Pat’s hips and hauled him up toward his mouth.
“Oh damn.” Pat helped, climbing the bed until he was straddling Sam’s shoulders, Pat’s hard cock right there.
“Thanks. I’m less flexible than normal.”
“I don’t mind helping out, given the reward.” Pat rubbed the head of his cock against Sam’s lips.
Sam opened up, slapping and teasing with his tongue.
“Oh, damn, even better than your hands.”
Shit, he’d hope so. He kept teasing and licking, driving Pat higher. Moaning, Pat began rocking, pushing Pat’s heat into his mouth over and over. That was the hottest damn thing in known history. Sensual, sexual, and purely erotic.
Pat wrapped one hand around Sam’s head, holding him in place. The action was incendiary as fuck, and he relaxed his neck, spending all his energy on sucking.
“Oh yeah, Sam. Fuck. Yes.” Pat rocked harder, and the hot hardness slid along Sam’s tongue.
He began to swallow with each thrust in, and a strangled, whimpering noise came out of Pat. Sam looked up, eyes fastened on Pat’s face. Pat’s gaze bore into him, heated and needy. Sam swallowed hard.
Pat’s eyes widened. “Sam!” And with that, spunk poured down Sam’s throat.
He took it, every fucking drop. Pat continued to thrust for a moment or two, more drops sliding along Sam’s tongue. Sam let himself hold on, hands gripping Pat’s hips.
When Pat tried to draw away, Sam kept holding. He cleaned the long, pretty prick, nuzzling and licking away.
“God, Sam, that was something special.”
“Mmmhmm.” He’d liked it.
Pat pulled out and reached back, grabbing Sam’s cock. “Now I should return the favor.”
“Please. Please, honey. I ache.”
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