17 Chapter 17

However, as he watched Martin undo his belt and lower his trousers, Colin decided there was no reason he couldn’t give his husband both. He stood and began to undress.

“What’re you doing?” Martin asked.

“Uh, taking my clothes off?”

Martin grabbed him. “Don’t you dare. Those cowboy clothes are my present, so I want you to wear them when you fuck me.”

Colin kissed him. “You kinky bugger.”

Martin shook his head. “You know me too well.”

“Shit,” Colin said a minute later. “I didn’t bring any lube.”

Martin smiled and reached for his trousers that he’d folded neatly on the blanket. “I wasn’t in the boy scouts, but I’m always prepared.” He pulled a sachet of lube from the front pocket.

“You think of everything,” Colin said, taking the packet.

“I try.” Martin’s smile broadened.

Colin lifted Dottie’s saddle into the centre of the blanket.

“And you said I was the kinky one,” Martin said when Colin had him lie sideways over the saddle.