Noah
“Thank you so much, Noah,” Henrietta says, handing over my usual basket of goat milk products as I stand on the Brookes’ front porch. “Quite the heat this summer, don’tcha think?”
I hum my agreement. July has reached some of the hottest temps in recent history. “Can’t argue that,” I tell her. “See you and Brownie again in six weeks?”
“You bet. Take care now.”
I set the basket of goods on the passenger seat of my truck before removing my hat and turning the engine. The scent of bergamot wafts over from the handmade soap Henrietta made, reminding me instantly of Colton. Although his citrusy scent is laced with leather and something far more masculine.
The man himself texted me earlier to let me know he’s bringing steak by tonight. Walter, of course, will love him for it. I’ll just make sure there’s some broccoli on the plate to even things out.
When I arrive home, I put away the basket of goods before hopping in the shower. I scrub the dirt and grit out from under my nails, letting another hard day’s work wash down the drain. Despite the roughness of it, there’s not a thing I’d change about this life of mine. Aches and pains included.
Especially now that a certain rival farrier isn’t a rival at all. No, that man is entirely mine.
A smile graces my lips as I dry off and get dressed. Walter is on the phone when I come down the stairs, likely—by the tone of his voice—talking to Hank Darling. He and the man have developed a rather surprising friendship in the past month, even though my uncle is a good decade older than Colton’s dad. I’m glad for it, truth be told. It’s gotten Walter out of the house more often lately.
I never expected my relationship with Colton to help my uncle’s loneliness. Just another thing I have to thank the man for, I suppose.
I leave my uncle to his phone call and head out the back door. I’m not surprised to find Colton here already, but seeing him crouched down in front of the garden we planted at the end of spring has all sorts of flutters setting off in my stomach and chest.
Colton goddamn Darling.
Wonders never cease.
“Hey,” he says, popping up once he sees me. “Steak is in the fridge. Was that goat butter from the Brookes I saw?”
“It was,” I confirm, stepping in close.
“Fuck yeah,” Colton mutters. He’s a big fan of that butter. “By the way, I found another coupon for free entrees in the treasure chest. Figured we could have dinner just the two of us this week. What d’you think?”
“It’s a date,” I tell him, slipping my fingers into the front pockets of his jeans. A little smile lights Colton’s face as I tug him in close. “Caught you.”
The glimmer in Colton’s eye broadcasts his intent before he moves, but I still find myself grinning as he steps quickly back, forcing me to lose my grip. “Yeah?” he taunts. “You so sure about that?”
“Mm. How about this,” I say slowly, taking a step closer as Colton takes an answering step back. “I catch you, I get to have my way with you.”
“And if I get away?”
I press my lips tightly together, trying not to smile. “You won’t.”
Colton’s gaze flicks to the side before he turns on his heel and runs. I’m after him in an instant, not the least bit surprised when Colton races toward the barn. He tries to shut the door, but he doesn’t get it latched before I’m there, shoving it open again and chasing after him. Colton rounds my work tables, careful not to disturb any of the metal sculptures on top. His eyes are wide, wild. Prey, waiting for the inevitable.
Maybe I am the wolf. But I know for an absolute fact Colton Darling is more than willing to be my meal.
I catch Colton’s arm as he tries to skirt away, but he doesn’t go down easy. He slips my grip, making for the exit.
He doesn’t get there in time.
I grab Colton around his middle, heaving him into the air as he laughs. My own smile is wide as I carry him over to the old blanket we keep in here to save both our asses from the hard ground.
The barn sees a decent amount of action.
I wrestle Colton down onto the blanket, tugging his shirt up as I drop my face to his stomach, bristling his skin. He groans, even as he tries to squirm away. I climb up his body and lock my legs over his hips, tearing his shirt off before he can object. His chest heaves, all muscle and a smattering of dark hair, the man more rugged than my partners before him.
He’s perfect for me in every way.
Colton tries to get the upper hand as I work off his jeans and underwear, and I let him tug my own shirt over my head, not minding the clothing being out of the way. But the second I have Colton’s cock at my disposal, I drop low and take him into my mouth, and his fight is gone.
Colton’s hips hitch off the blanket, his breath leaving him raggedly as I suck him down.
“Goddamn, Noah.”
I hum, sliding upwards and then back down again, working him swiftly with my mouth. Colton lets out a sound of protest when I pop free. But then I’m flipping him onto his knees, and he groans instead.
He smells like soap and man as I drag my tongue down between his ass cheeks.
“Fuck, fuck,” Colton mutters.
I swipe over him once. “Beg me for it.”
“Aw, fuck you. C’mon.”
I chuckle, licking him broadly before easing back. “Beg me, little Colt. Let me hear you.”
He huffs out a breath, his ass waiting in front of me, a dusting of hair covering his balls as I roll them in my palm. King stares back at me from atop his right ass cheek, permanent and stunning.
“I want your tongue in my ass,” he finally says, half huff, half moan. “Please. Please , King. Tongue me, and fuck me, and make me come so hard I forget my own fucking name.”
I ease out a breath, kissing one ass cheek and then the other. Biting the tattoo. “After you fuck me.”
Colton’s sharp “ What ?” is lost when I bring my tongue back to his ass. He groans, long and low, the sound petering out into a whispered plea for more and god fucking damn it, Noah, give me more .
I tongue him roughly, grabbing the lube we stashed under the blanket and working down my pants. All the while, I make a blubbering mess out of the Darling native under me, the sound of his pleasure the most beautiful music I’ve ever heard.
Colton hisses out a “Yes” when I slip a finger inside his body. I loosen him with one and then two before flipping him onto his back. He blinks up at me blearily, hitching his knees up, ready and waiting. When I reach behind myself, working the plug out of my ass, those eyes pop wide.
“Noah,” he gasps, breath catching when I press the tip of the toy to his own asshole. “What… Oh, fuck .”
“Okay?” I check, sliding the plug in slowly.
“Oh, fuck, fuck,” he pants. “Yeah. Good.”
I nod, watching each flicker of expression that crosses his face. The lust. The confusion. The interest.
When the plug pops in, settling, I grab the lube again. Colton’s abs clench as I stroke my hand over his cock, spreading the moisture. I can tell when he gets it. His cock jerks, the man himself sucking in a breath so harsh I worry for his lungs.
I climb over his body, my knees at the sides of his hips. “If you come first,” I say, holding the base of his dick as I feel out my position, “I get to fuck you, too.”
“Oh, God,” he groans, eyes shutting tight for a moment, his hands grabbing onto my thighs. “Jesus Christ, Noah. You realize that’s not incentive for me to hold off, right?”
I huff a laugh, bearing down on his cock. Colton’s expression shifts to mild concern, and he rubs soothingly over my thigh, even as the rest of his body is held stiffly.
“All right?” he checks.
I nod. It doesn’t hurt, not after getting myself ready in the shower. It’s just…different.
“Go slow,” he says, the words gritted out as I sink an inch lower. “Fuck. Ah, God.”
I do take it slow, letting myself acclimate to a cock in my ass for the very first time. But I’ve done the reverse enough to know what to expect. And using my fingers on myself has helped me get a feel for it.
The moment I bottom out on his cock, Colton lets out a breath.
“Fuck,” he says in summation.
I hum, shifting slightly before bringing my hand to the front of his neck. Colton swallows harshly against my palm.
“Caught you,” I say again, my voice a whisper.
The look in his eye is one I’ve seen many times before. It’s this man, telling me he’s exactly where he wants to be.
His voice is hoarse when he says, “And what are you gonna do with me?”
Ah, now isn’t that a question.
“Love you,” I say, rolling my hips.
Colton’s eyelids flutter.
“Keep you,” I add, doing it again, getting accustomed to the motion. Colton’s cock is like steel in my ass, and it doesn’t take long for me to find a rhythm that has my own cock perking from its half-hard state, the mild discomfort from the initial invasion shifting to something else entirely.
“Noah,” he breathes.
“Not let you go,” I tack on, keeping my hand around his throat as I ride him. “Never let you go.”
“Please,” he says, holding my wrist, his other hand digging into my thigh. “ Please .”
“Little Colt,” I murmur affectionately, tightening my grip. His eyes never leave mine. “Come on and paint my ass so I can fill yours.”
Colton groans, the vibration of it traveling up through my palm, the man himself locking in pleasure as his cock throbs and releases inside of me. I grind down against him until he’s done, the sensation so foreign and yet not the least bit unwelcome, and then I ease off his cock.
“Ah, fuck,” Colton says, looking down at the cum coating his dick. His gaze, near reverent, snaps back to mine the moment I give the plug in his ass a gentle pull. “ Aw, fuck .”
I tug the toy free, wasting no time before hoisting Colton’s leg up, positioning myself, and sliding home.
“Holy fucking shit,” he groans, neck arching back. “ Noah. ”
“Yeah, baby. Look at you. So fucking perfect on my cock.”
“ Jesus Christ. ”
“You like being at my mercy?” I ask, pegging him hard, my arm wrapping around his leg so I can grab ahold of his cock. “You like getting caught and fucked and showing me how goddamn gorgeous you are when you let yourself have all the things you want? All the things you deserve?”
He groans, moving to cover his face, but I don’t let him. I grab his hand, planting it against the blanket beside his head.
“You’re beautiful, Colton. And you are mine. Let me admire you.”
His cock is plumping again, and I stroke him with a firm grip. His eyes hold mine, his body and mine intertwined as I slow my thrusts, making each pass last, letting myself cool down as I work him closer to the edge.
“Say it,” I demand.
He sucks in a breath. “Fuck you, you dick. You know I’m yours. I’m skewered on your cock right now, aren’t I?”
I bark a laugh, leaning down to bite his lower lip. Colton groans against me. “Not that.”
His eyes flutter closed for a moment before opening, bright and blazing blue. “I love you, too, Noah fucking King.”
I smile against his lips. “That’s better. Are you gonna come for me, too?”
“Fuck. Apparently so.”
“Mm. C’mon, then.”
Easing back, I shift Colton into the position I know drives him absolutely wild, and then I let loose. He takes over stroking his cock as I grab his hips and slam our bodies together, but his tempo falters quickly. His inhalations become shorter, murmured fuck, fuck, fucks leaving his mouth. When he bites his bottom lip hard enough to blanch the skin, his ass clamping down on my dick, I squeeze Colton’s hand over his cock and enjoy the fireworks.
Colton paints his chest on a low groan, his muscles spasming around me as he loses his second battle of the night. It’s all too easy to follow him over the edge.
I come inside his body, the privilege one I won’t ever tire of. For long minutes, we stay exactly that way. Tied together. Catching our breaths. His fingers sifting through my hair as mine stroke where I know my name resides on his ass.
When Colton finally shifts, I ease back.
“Walter’s gonna know what we were up to,” he says on a sigh.
I huff a laugh, watching my cock leave his body, Colton’s expression when I catch his gaze telling me he knows exactly how much I’m enjoying the visual. “Not if we sneak past,” I point out.
“Christ. Fine . But you’re cooking the steaks.”
“Deal,” I tell him, dropping down on the blanket, not in any hurry to move.
“The butt plug?” he asks.
I snort. “Bought it online. You like it?”
“Mm.”
“Got a leash, too,” I say. “And you can’t be mad because it’s not a bridle.”
His head rolls my way slowly. “You did not .”
No, I didn’t.
I break into a grin, and Colton shoves my shoulder.
“You fuck,” he mutters. “Don’t know why I possibly love you.”
“I have some idea,” I say, my gaze catching on the finished metal crown sitting on a shelf at the edge of the barn. Standing, I walk over to it, my fingers tracing along the top edges, across forget-me-nots and thorns and dainty leaves reminding me of so many summers past.
I pluck the crown up, walking with it back to where Colton is still lying. Going down on my knees, I nestle the crown on top of his head, the size just right, the metal a bright contrast to the brown locks curling around his ears and against the nape of his neck.
A smile touches his lips, his head shifting lazily to see me better. “Do I look like a king?”
I pull in a breath. Outside, the evening sun shines, lighting the barn we’re in, and steaks wait for us inside the kitchen. The whole world waits, days stretching out before us. Years, even. But right now, there’s only him. My Colt. The man I’ll gladly spend the rest of my life fighting for.
Does he look like a king?
I give him a smile, leaning down to press my lips to his.
You look like you could be one.