I kept it to myself.”
Ian walked up to Bily and gently kissed his cheek. “I
thought it was very cute,” Ian said. “Let’s eat.”
Bily and Ian finished setting up the picnic lunch
and rested on the blanket side by side. Propped up on
one elbow, facing Bily and the amazing view, Ian
popped the top on a beer and offered one to Bily. He
accepted and in return said, “I also brought along a
bottle of wine, if you’re interested.”
“Let’s save the wine for later,” Ian replied.
With lunch spread out between them, Ian and
Bily sipped their beer as they enjoyed their meal. It was
Monday, and Bily hadn’t seen any other trucks or
horse trailers parked in the lot, so he felt reasonably
certain they were up there alone. After they were
finished eating, Bily packed what was left of lunch and
put it in his saddle bag. With the food between them
now gone, Bily slid closer to Ian and impulsively kissed
him on the lips, puled back, smiled, and kissed him
again.
Just then Bily heard a noise, like twigs breaking
under a shoe or boot.
“What was that?” he said as he turned his head in
the direction of the sound.
“What was what?” Ian asked. “I didn’t hear
anything.
They were both quiet for thirty seconds or so, but
they heard nothing.
Bily broke the silence. “It was probably just the
horses.”
He turned to Ian and said, “Now, where were
we?”
This time, Ian was the one who leaned in for a
sweet, gentle kiss. With his free hand, he reached up
and removed Bily’s hat. Ian ran his fingers through
Bily’s hair and rested them at the base of Bily’s neck.
He puled Bily closer, dropped his elbow, and roled
over on his back, puling Bily down with him.
Bily broke the kiss for just enough time to stare
into Ian’s eyes with warmth and a need he hadn’t
experienced in a very long time. Holding Ian’s stare,
Bily went in for a deeper, longer kiss, closing his eyes
as his tongue parted Ian’s lips. Ian’s warm welcoming
mouth accepted Bily’s tongue, and they began teasing
and tormenting each other while they lay stretched out
on a blanket in the late October sunshine.
When they came up for air, Ian said, “You sure
do know how to kiss a man, cowboy.”
“Much obliged, sir,” Bily replied.
They both laughed, and Bily gave Ian another
peck on the lips and glanced at his watch.
“Wow, it’s three o’clock already. Ian, you need
to know I could stay like this forever, man. In fact, I
wish I’d packed a pup tent and supplies for a stay-
over, but since my stupidity prevailed, we probably
need to start thinking about heading back. It’l take us a
couple of hours to get down to the parking lot and
another hour or so, with rush-hour traffic, to drive back
to the ranch. That wil get us back around six o’clock or
six thirty.”
Ian made a sour face. “Al right, al right, let’s go.”
He gave Bily another kiss and shot to his feet. “Come
on, time’s a-wasting, cowboy.”
They made good time on their way down the trail.
When they reached the river, Bily took the lead again.
Just as he was reaching the other side, he turned to
make sure Ian was behind him. Ian and Firefly started
to cross the river, but midway through, Firefly reared up
as something hit her on the rump, and an unprepared
Ian flew off her back. Like a cat, Ian tried to right
himself in mid-air to land on his feet. But unfortunately,
he was unsuccessful and landed with al of his weight on
his right foot, atop an uneven rock just beneath the
water’s surface, then fel on his butt in two feet of
water. Oh God, please don’t let him be hurt, Bily
prayed.
Like a flash, he was off Duke’s back and
splashing through the water to get to Ian. Firefly ran to
the other side of the river where Duke was waiting,
stopped and looked back as if to say “Oops, my bad.”
Ian was already trying to stand when Bily reached him,
laughing at Firefly’s expression. Bily was not
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