Stockton County Cowboys Box Set

Chapter 21: Handsome Travelers

Part 3: Twin Falls, Idaho

Chapter 21: Handsome Travelers

Mid-Dakota Airlines over Twin Falls, Idaho

Flight 2829, Seats 2A and 2B

3:27 P.M. July 28, 20—

I was in the window seat and Cord was on the aisle for the second leg of our flight from Tulsa to Seattle, doing some business reading on his tablet. I was reading novel, a d**k-hardening yet beautiful love story between two men. I couldn’t really concentrate because I needed to stretch—and there isn’t much room to stretch on an airplane, even in first class.

I decided to watch Idaho roll beneath the plane: thick forests and tender grasslands. There was no one else in first class. The queer flight attendant named Scott, a Michael Trevino look-alike, politely left us alone unless we wanted something like a drink or a hot towel.

Cord noticed how twitchy I was and said, “We’re almost there. Don’t get your knickers in a knot.”

I laughed and replied, “No one says that anymore.”

“I say it all the time.”

“You say it, and that’s about all.”

“I know how to make you more comfortable.”

“How’s that?”

He reached over and gave my denim-covered junk a pleasant squeeze, making my shaft go semi-hard.

“Hey,” I said, “Don’t you have to review your notes for your meeting?” We both knew he did. The Rawhide Jean Company, based in Seattle, wanted to distribute Buckling Bronco buckles. Cord had a meeting first thing in the morning with Rex Cartwright, RJC’s head of marketing. The deal sounded too good to be true money-wise, something Cord couldn’t pass up. RJC’s proposal meant they’d be selling a lot of Cord’s buckles. Cord and Rex would work out the specifics in the next forty-eight hours, and they planned to sign a deal within the week, beginning a years-long business relationship. We believed it was well worth our time to head northwest.

“I’m working as we speak,” he said, his eyes glued to his tablet. But I really didn’t believe him, since he was still toying with my package.

I leaned over and whispered, “You’re working on my cock.” And working he was. He was steadily rubbing my tool, and I’d gotten rock-hard.

“Are you complaining?” he asked, still keeping his eyes innocently on his tablet. He said, “Give me one good reason why you should complain about having my hand on your junk.”

“I could piss on you,” I quipped.

“Maybe I’d like that.”

“You’re naughty,” I said and leaned over to lick and nibble his earlobe.

When did I turn into his boyfriend, I wondered. Hell, about forty-eight hours after the tornado, maybe even sooner. When I’d talked about flying back to Florida, he asked if I’d stay with him a few months, and I agreed. Then he admitted that he wanted to be my boyfriend. I certainly didn’t complain. In truth, it was more, and sooner, than I’d expected. He was a great guy, and I wasn’t about to let him go any time soon.

So I stayed, and we’d been inseparable since then. The romance and the s*x were crazy-good. He treated me like a prince, and I did the same. I’d have been a fool to pass up his lust, his friendship, and his growing love for me. Going back to Florida only would have hurt us both, I’d come to realize. Besides, he was a great boyfriend and lover and, in time, I knew he’d be my husband. And he’d be one of the best.

Of course I phoned Melanie almost every day and updated her. The queen was always thrilled to hear from me. Not only was she supportive, but she was also quite forward with her opinion that I stay with Cord permanently and make him my husband.

As for my job with K&D Design—I’d quit. They’d paid me well and I’d usually spent next to nothing, so I had about nine months’ worth of money in the bank. I expected that we’d be married before I ran out of cash, and then I’d be financially secure, cared for by the man I loved. Kudos to me, and to Cord.

Now, when we were almost to Seattle and about to land an amazing business deal, he discreetly unzipped me and rolled his palm over my naked junk, keeping me entertained until we landed. His strokes were long and slow. Who needed an in-flight movie when he was playing with me, right?

“Make me shoot, man,” I whispered into his ear.

“I’m planning on it.”

As I leaned back and let him work me, I grinned euphorically and thought, I won’t be chasing any more cowboys now that I’ve found Cord Darringer. Never again. He’s mine. He’ll always be mine. Nothing will separate us.