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Authors: Sara York
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the chair then the bed and thought about sitting in the chair, but he was exhausted. The liberties he was taking kept piling up, but he couldn't stop himself. With the light flipped off, he shuffled to the bed and dropped to the mattress. After a few minutes he rolled to his side, snuggling the pillow under his head. The air conditioner turned on and chilled him. He was already on Grant's bed, and decided he might as well do it right, so he pulled the covers from under him, drawing the sheets across his legs and torso.
Guilt ate away, twisting in his gut, leaving him with a burning sensation in his stomach. He was about to get up when he heard voices. He didn't want to be caught coming out of Grant's room so he stayed where he was, hoping he could leave in a bit.
The comfortable mattress and pillow did him in as he thought about the ranch and his new life. Memories of him and Hayden together swirled through his dreams as he drifted off. He woke confused and a bit upset because of the dreams he'd had. The sound of water running in the sink brought him to sitting position then he remembered that he was in Grant's room, in his bed. His face heated but he didn't have enough time to recover before Grant was standing in the doorway, his body lit from behind. Roger stared and saw that Grant's shirt was off.
"Sorry." Roger crawled from under the covers and tried to stand but Grant stalked over, and pushed him back onto the mattress.
"Don't move." Grant crawled onto the bed, straddling Roger's body, hanging over him. The light from the bathroom was enough so he could see the hollow look in Grant's eyes.
"I didn't expect to find a man in my bed when I came home. I've had a shitty week and if you weren't a partner here on the ranch, I'd fuck your ass raw, taking my anger out on you."
Roger shivered and his dick twitched. Grant lifted an eyebrow and sneered.
"Maybe you want me to give you a rough fuck. You lost someone recently, too. Let me guess, you haven't been with anyone. Well neither have I. Add to it the fact that I don't have much patience right now."
Words of apology died on Roger's lips. He lifted his hand, skimming it over Grant's side down to his hip. They stayed like that for a long moment, their breaths mingling as Roger's body heated. Finally, Grant rolled off him and to his back, throwing his arm over his eyes.
Roger didn't reach down to palm his now hard dick, instead he focused on Grant, trying to think of something to say. "What did you find out?"
"That I'm a total idiot."
Roger took a chance and moved closer, placing his head on Grant's shoulder and his hand on the man's chest. Grant blew out a ragged breath then put his arm around Roger's back, playing with his shirt. The silence stretched on and grew comfortable instead of stilted.
"Why were you in here?" Grant asked.
The answer was too complicated and twisted to give. "I wanted to see you before morning."
Grant ran his hand over Roger's hip then back up to his waist. "When I walked in and saw you asleep in my bed, your body relaxed as you warmed my sheets, I realized a few things."
"Like what?"
"I was an idiot where Craig was concerned."
"I'm sorry to hear that. I think he had everyone fooled."
Grant reached across his body with his other hand, placing it on Roger's chest. "I also realized I like having a man in my bed."
Roger's cock had deflated a bit while he ignored the desire pulsing through him, but Grant's words made him stiff again. His cock lengthened against Grant's leg. He was in dangerous territory, playing with fire as he and Grant toyed with each other. The next thing that happened shocked Roger. Grant dropped his hold and moved away from him, putting distance between them.
"I also realized that as much as I want a man in my bed, I can't do this right now."
The rejection stung. He swung his feet over the side of the bed and sat up, bracing his hands on the mattress, ready to stand. Grant placed his hand on Roger's arm, holding him
Guilt ate away, twisting in his gut, leaving him with a burning sensation in his stomach. He was about to get up when he heard voices. He didn't want to be caught coming out of Grant's room so he stayed where he was, hoping he could leave in a bit.
The comfortable mattress and pillow did him in as he thought about the ranch and his new life. Memories of him and Hayden together swirled through his dreams as he drifted off. He woke confused and a bit upset because of the dreams he'd had. The sound of water running in the sink brought him to sitting position then he remembered that he was in Grant's room, in his bed. His face heated but he didn't have enough time to recover before Grant was standing in the doorway, his body lit from behind. Roger stared and saw that Grant's shirt was off.
"Sorry." Roger crawled from under the covers and tried to stand but Grant stalked over, and pushed him back onto the mattress.
"Don't move." Grant crawled onto the bed, straddling Roger's body, hanging over him. The light from the bathroom was enough so he could see the hollow look in Grant's eyes.
"I didn't expect to find a man in my bed when I came home. I've had a shitty week and if you weren't a partner here on the ranch, I'd fuck your ass raw, taking my anger out on you."
Roger shivered and his dick twitched. Grant lifted an eyebrow and sneered.
"Maybe you want me to give you a rough fuck. You lost someone recently, too. Let me guess, you haven't been with anyone. Well neither have I. Add to it the fact that I don't have much patience right now."
Words of apology died on Roger's lips. He lifted his hand, skimming it over Grant's side down to his hip. They stayed like that for a long moment, their breaths mingling as Roger's body heated. Finally, Grant rolled off him and to his back, throwing his arm over his eyes.
Roger didn't reach down to palm his now hard dick, instead he focused on Grant, trying to think of something to say. "What did you find out?"
"That I'm a total idiot."
Roger took a chance and moved closer, placing his head on Grant's shoulder and his hand on the man's chest. Grant blew out a ragged breath then put his arm around Roger's back, playing with his shirt. The silence stretched on and grew comfortable instead of stilted.
"Why were you in here?" Grant asked.
The answer was too complicated and twisted to give. "I wanted to see you before morning."
Grant ran his hand over Roger's hip then back up to his waist. "When I walked in and saw you asleep in my bed, your body relaxed as you warmed my sheets, I realized a few things."
"Like what?"
"I was an idiot where Craig was concerned."
"I'm sorry to hear that. I think he had everyone fooled."
Grant reached across his body with his other hand, placing it on Roger's chest. "I also realized I like having a man in my bed."
Roger's cock had deflated a bit while he ignored the desire pulsing through him, but Grant's words made him stiff again. His cock lengthened against Grant's leg. He was in dangerous territory, playing with fire as he and Grant toyed with each other. The next thing that happened shocked Roger. Grant dropped his hold and moved away from him, putting distance between them.
"I also realized that as much as I want a man in my bed, I can't do this right now."
The rejection stung. He swung his feet over the side of the bed and sat up, bracing his hands on the mattress, ready to stand. Grant placed his hand on Roger's arm, holding him
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