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A Cowboy For Keeps-4

“Ha! I knew you’d get the idea. Perhaps you should think about it like this. The universe sent you to us so you could get all the loving you never had all at once. Yeah?” I raised an eyebrow and smiled.

He laughed outright, and it made him pretty frickin’ hot. “Sure, maybe.”

I patted him on the cheek. “Okay, then. You take your time, and we’ll keep on tempting you every night until you just can’t help yourself.”

Danny chuckled. “You do that, Slim.” His eyes lingered on mine as his mirth faded, and then he looked away.

Now’s not the time.

I tugged on my hat and got back on my horse to head back to the ranch. That went well. Wait ‘til the guys hear this!

* * * *

A couple of months went by, and then it was fall. The temperature dropped real fast here in the valley, so we had already started in on the firewood.

Since it was cool in the evenings now, the guys and I took out the blankets and pillows we always reserved for this time of year and snuggled in front of the fireplace in the living room after our meals. Ret, Roscoe and I would fall asleep entwined together after wearing ourselves out making love.

Danny still hadn’t been intimate with us, physically. However, starting this past week, I had awakened early each morning in front of the dying embers of the fireplace to find him lying next to me—naked, praise be—under the covers. Ret and Roscoe were behind me, as usual, our legs wonderfully entangled. I would snuggle close to him, wrapping my arms around his firm chest before dozing off again.

Finally, it seemed we were making progress, and I found it heartening that he’d chosen to start with me. I didn’t think it was a coincidence, as I felt we’d had a connection of sorts from the beginning.

This particular morning was no different from the others. Ret had already gotten up to feed the animals, and I could hear Roscoe pottering around in the kitchen. I blinked my eyes in the dawning sunlight and looked down at Danny as he slept away on my chest, cuddled up in my arms. He felt so right here, with me.

I ran a hand down his back and rubbed an ass cheek. That made him snuggle closer. I kissed his nose and ran my other hand through his messy hair.

“Wake up, sleepy head,” I whispered.

Danny stirred and opened his eyes to stare up at me. He gave me a shy smile. “Mornin’,” he offered. Morning breath had never smelled so sweet.

“Fancy meetin’ you here,” I joked. I reveled in his body moving against mine as he stretched. His morning wood poked my thigh.

“Yeah.” Danny used his hands to caress my spine and pinch my butt. Hallelujah.

“Feeling frisky, are we?” I asked as I quickly rolled him beneath me.

“Maybe.” He wrapped his legs around mine and rubbed against me, languidly.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked. “You’re not doing this out of some kind of misplaced gratitude, are you?”

“No way, man. I want this. It’s time…and I want it to be you.”

I did an internal fist pump. He squeezed my ass, and I got the message.

“Thank God,” I replied fervently.

Danny chuckled at my comment while I spit in my hand. I reached between us to take his c**k in my hand and pump it a bit. He was already seeping at the tip.

“s**t!” he cried out. “It’s been a while, Slim, since I’ve felt another hand on me. This will be embarrassingly short.”

“I don’t care. I just want to see you give it up. Been wanting to for a while now. We all have.”

“Won’t be long.”

He thrust his d**k into my fist as I maintained a fast rhythm until he blew seconds later, just like I wanted him to.

“Christ on a pony, that’s good,” Danny exclaimed, his gusty breaths bathing my face as he came down from his orgasmic high.

“Mind helping me out, son?” I asked, poking his inner thigh with my hard d**k.

“Sure. Bring it up here and let me suck it.”

I had died and gone to heaven. “s**t yeah!” I quickly moved into place and tapped his mouth with my dripping c**k.

Danny opened wide and I fed my d**k to him, inch by inch, holding his head steady until I reached the back of his throat. Apparently, deep-throating wasn’t new to him, since he swallowed around my d**k and made me see Manhattan.

“f**k, boy, you got a mouth on you.” I pulled out and then pushed back in, and Danny applied some serious suction to my c**k. I blew after a few more thrusts, the heat inside his mouth too much to resist.

After shouting my completion, I pulled out of his wet hole and plopped myself back down beside him, panting heavily.

“You…goddamn,” was all I could say.

“You’re welcome,” Danny replied. He turned on his side to throw a leg over mine and place his head back on my chest like before.

Right before I fell into another doze, I felt warm lips on my neck in a brief, tender kiss that sent heat all over my body. I was content, and better yet, so it seemed was Danny.

* * * *

We had our first snowfall in late October. As I walked back to the house with some wood in my arms to restock our fireplace one bright and cold afternoon, I heard shouts coming from the field behind the house. I placed the wood on the porch and then wandered around the back to see the cause of the ruckus.

I came to a stop at the fence and observed Ret, Roscoe, and Danny throwing snowballs at each other. It was the most relaxed I’d seen Danny since he’d moved in here.

Ret spied me watching them. “Join us,” he said as he made another snowball and unerringly hit Danny in the chest.

Before I could answer, Danny said, “You little…”

I watched as he gathered up a bigger mound of snow and chased Ret down, his longer legs overtaking Ret so he could shove the cold stuff down the back of Ret’s jacket.

Ret howled, trying to get the snow out of his clothes while the rest of us just about died laughing. Roscoe came over to stand near me at the fence while we watched Ret tackle Danny to the ground, trying to bury him in the snow.

“It’s good, right?” Roscoe asked.

I looked at him briefly. “What’s good?”

“Seeing Danny like this. He’s gotten more comfortable around us as time has gone by.” He nudged my shoulder. “Of course, it didn’t hurt that the two of you got it on a while back, showed him what he was missing.”

“Shut it, you. You’re just jealous it wasn’t you.” I placed a foot on the bottom rung of the fence. “I only did what he was willing to do. It felt right at the time. I think this Thanksgiving, we should officially induct him into the family. Agreed?”

“Agreed,” he replied. “I’ll cook up something unforgettable, and make sure to make his favorites.”

“Great idea. We want him to stay. He’s not a lonely cowboy anymore.” By this time, Ret and Danny had stopped pelting each other with snowballs and were now making out. “Cut it out, guys. If you want to engage in a liplock, go inside where it’s warm. It’s much too cold out here.”

They slowly moved apart, and Danny got up and pulled Ret up out of the snow. They walked toward us, hand in hand, and each man climbed over the fence. Danny bussed me on the cheek and hugged Roscoe, who pouted until Danny relented and gave him a peck on the mouth. Of course, Roscoe had to turn it into a kissing competition, but I broke them up and sent the three of them inside, with the admonition to take the wood to the fireplace and warm up the living room.

I stayed outside a little longer to watch the sun as it got lower in the sky. It always reminded me of my mom rocking away in her chair on the porch back home in Nebraska. It was my way of remembering all the good times we’d had together, and the stories she’d tell me while I sat beside her, listening and staring at the horizon.

After a few more minutes, I headed inside to wash up before the evening meal. I could hear the guys in the kitchen bantering back and forth with each other as they helped to prepare supper and set the table. The intimacy that had built up between us made my heart swell.

* * * *

Early on Thanksgiving morning, Roscoe got up briefly to stick a huge turkey in the oven. He’d prepared it the night before, with the rest of us chopping up vegetables and helping wherever he’d allow it.

He came back to lay down with us after adding more wood to the fire. Danny lay in front of me as usual with his back to my chest, and Ret was behind me, with Roscoe once again bringing up the rear.

I felt Ret shiver as he mumbled that Roscoe’s skin was cold. I reached back to rub Ret’s leg and comfort him.

“I’ll get you warm in no time at all,” I heard Roscoe murmur, and felt his still cool hands bump against my butt as they grabbed Ret’s prick. I heard his gasp of pleasure.

As Roscoe worked to warm Ret up real good, Danny slowly awakened and moved his ass against my crotch. “Touch me,” he whispered, and grabbed one of my hands and guided it to his rearing c**k.

“Anything for you, cowboy,” I said and reached for the lube that I’d stashed nearby. I’d bought two huge bottles online the other day, knowing we’d be making heavy use of them.

I squeezed some of the liquid into my hand and proceeded to jack Danny’s c**k fast and dirty, giving him what he wanted. There were times for slow and sweet, but I knew he wanted quick and dangerous, and that was what he got.

While I worked on getting Danny off, I could hear the labored breathing of Ret and Roscoe behind me, and the bump of Roscoe’s fist against my ass as he jacked Ret to the limit. Roscoe was probably pumping his c**k between Ret’s legs. It was a favorite position of his.

By now, I was pretty hard myself and I stopped briefly to turn Danny so he could face me. “Spit in your hand and jack my c**k, hon. I need to come.”

Danny complied and, both of us facing each other, he grabbed my d**k and moved in a steady rhythm as I did the same for him. Soon, we were both humping each other’s fists and then we came simultaneously, our grunts echoed by Ret and Roscoe behind me as they, too, achieved climax.

I cleaned us both up using the tissues next to us on the floor, and then passed the box to the lovers behind me so they could do the same. Once done, all four of us lay on our backs beside each other, just breathing in the scents of a delicious turkey cooking in the oven, and lovemaking in front of the fire.

“Happy Thanksgiving,” Danny said softly.

“Same to you, love,” I replied.

“Ditto,” said Ret.

Snores came from Roscoe, and we all chuckled at that.

“Good ole Roscoe,” I said.

“I gotta take care of the animals, then I’ll be back,” Ret said.

“I’ll help,” Danny added.

Both men got up and headed down the hall to clean up, leaving Roscoe and me lying in front of the fire. I figured I should get up, too, and start a pot of coffee. Roscoe wouldn’t be asleep for long.