Wade laid Charlie down on the blanket again and stretched out next to him, pulling him over so Charlie lay against his chest. As Wade stroked Charlie’s back and Charlie caressed Wade’s chest, Charlie dozed off.
Sometime later, Wade gently shook him. “Time ta go.”
The men got dressed and climbed down out of the loft. They walked without speaking, Wade’s arm across Charlie’s shoulders, Charlie’s around Wade’s waist.
When they got to The Bunkhouse, Wade put both arms around Charlie, kissed him on the nose, and said, “See ya tomorra at yer ridin’ lesson.”
Charlie wanted to say something, wanted to express an emotion he’d been feeling ever since the two had lain together after the greatest s*x Charlie could ever remember having.
“Wade, I…”
Wade shook his head and placed a finger on Charli
