Chapter Fourteen

Craig wasn't sure how it happened. One moment he'd been fully clothed doing gun tricks and the next he was fully undressed and lying on his back on the bed, his eyes fixed on the giant of a man standing fully unclothed beside the bed.

He grumbled when Ezekiel looked away from him. "What are you waiting for?" Craig demanded.

"You picked a hotel with broken locks," Ezekiel replied, shoving the heavy wardrobe in front of the door. "I'm ensuring we have privacy."

Craig chuckled. "The locks here were just fine until you came along."

"Doesn't matter." Ezekiel stalked once more to the edge of the bed. Where were we?"

Craig decided to take charge of the situation—at least a bit. Last time, Ezekiel hadn't allowed Craig to do much tasting or touching. That was going to change.

He stood up and stared Ezekiel down. Ezekiel's dark brow rose. "What are you doing?"

"Gonna taste you," Craig replied. He winked. "Got a problem with that?"

Ezekiel's nostrils flared as his fists clenched. Clearly he had a big problem giving up the control and having someone else take the lead. "I'm in charge," he warned.

Craig shook his head. "I've always rebelled against authority."

Craig stepped around Ezekiel and came to stand behind him. The man was a sight to behold—breathtaking, really. His dark skin was taut over muscles chiseled by hard work.

Craig laid his palm against the flat of Ezekiel's back and marveled at the difference in their skin tone. Craig, who was tanned well from working in the sun, appeared pale when placed against Ezekiel's ebony body.

The big man trembled beneath his touch. "You gonna do something?"

Craig gently raked his hand downward and gripped Ezekiel's firm ass tightly. "I'm enjoying the view."

Ezekiel let out a growl and attempted to reach around to grab Craig but he leaned out of his reach and chuckled. "Have patience," he warned, repeating what Ezekiel had told him in that field shack.

"This isn't a game, Craig," Ezekiel insisted, his voice tight.

Craig pressed his lips to Ezekiel's heated skin and nipped at his shoulder. "Trust me. I know."

Craig wrapped his arms around Ezekiel and pulled the man's body close against him. His cock hardened nearly painfully as it pressed tight against Ezekiel's sculpted ass.

Ezekiel trembled and a low growl emanated from his chest. Craig knew the big man's restraint wouldn't last much longer—he needed to take advantage while it lasted.

Craig spread his palms across Ezekiel's chest and couldn't stop himself from grazing his thumbs across his nipples. Ezekiel jerked and looked over his shoulder with a dark gaze.

Craig shivered eagerly. Ezekiel was going to break any moment and Craig was ready.

He rose on his toes and his lips danced across Ezekiel's stubbled jaw. Craig's hands slid down Ezekiel's toned torso. His fingertips grazed Ezekiel's arousal and it proved to be more than the man could stand.

Craig's name left his lips like a curse and Ezekiel spun around and pulled Craig tight against him. Their cocks slid against one another and Craig nearly cried out. His legs buckled but Ezekiel supported his weight and dropped them both onto the bed.

"You don't realize what you do to me," Ezekiel growled in his ear, nipping at the lobe for good measure.

"Yes I do," Craig countered, urging his hips upward.

Ezekiel grinned wickedly. "You've been bad, Craig. I shouldn't give you what you want."

Craig shocked his own self with a whimper. "Please, Ezekiel....." He attempted to push the other man down, longing to feel that mouth working magic on his cock once more.

Ezekiel sucked his full bottom lip into his mouth and worked it with his teeth. He moved down lower, laying kisses and nips along Craig's chest and stomach that had Craig gripping the sheets and longing painfully for more.

"I don't know..." Ezekiel stopped his downward trek mere inches from where Craig most longed to feel him.

"Dammit Ezekiel....." Craig grumbled.

Ezekiel gazed up the length of Craig's body. "Tell me you're mine."

Craig stilled and met his gaze. Ezekiel wasn't teasing. He was serious—and he was scared.

Craig swallowed hard. Commitment.

Hell.

Then again, hadn't he been thinking of taking Ezekiel home to meet the family just a while ago?

Craig reached out and ran his fingers through Ezekiel's thick, coarse hair. "I'm yours."

The hunger that flashed in Ezekiel's eyes took Craig's breath. Then the man descended on him and Craig lost the ability to think.

Ezekiel's name left his lips all mixed in with his moans. He seemed to know just what to do and it wasn't long before Craig was pumping his hips and grabbing Ezekiel's head, urging him on.

Craig felt himself tighten before being blinded by a release that had him arching from the bed.

Ezekiel gave him no time to recover before sliding a wet finger deep into his ass. Craig's eyes flew open at the sudden intrusion.

Ezekiel gave him a quick kiss before moving his mouth to Craig's shoulders and nipping and suckling the tender flesh.

One finger was quickly replaced by two as Ezekiel readied him. There was pain, yes, but there was also pleasure.

Ezekiel seemed to know juts where and how to touch him to all but numb the pain with all the white hot pleasure.

Ezekiel remained a top him and when he slid himself inside Craig, Craig muffled his cries by burying his face in Ezekiel's chest.

"Look at me, Craig. I want to see you."

Craig obeyed the command.

Already he was hard and ready for a second release. Ezekiel's dark eyes gazed deep into his, never breaking contact as he reached a hand between them and began working Craig's cock.

Craig knew he wasn't going to last much longer and Ezekile's intensifying thrusts had him believing the other man wouldn't either.

Craig clung to Ezekiel's chiseled arms, feeling them tighten just before the big man's eyes slid closed and his body stiffened. Craig felt Ezekiel's release fill him.

With his eyes closed in ecstasy and his jaw falling open, Ezekiel painted the most erotic picture Craig had ever seen. It sent him tumbling over the edge and joining Ezekiel in release.

Craig lay there on the bed unable to get up, his limbs refusing movement. He felt his cheeks redden when Ezekiel cleaned them both and then the foreman climbed into bed and pulled Craig into a warm embrace.

"My man is a cuddler," Craig mumbled, secretly loving being held this way and feeling the warmth and peace that came with it.

Ezekiel chuckled and pressed a tender kiss to his hair. "Yes, I am."

"Shouldn't we get dressed? What if someone comes looking for us?"

"The wardrobe will stop them. Besides, it's our day off. They can leave us be."

Craig rested his head against Ezekiel's heartbeat. "We're supposed to go back to the ranch tonight."

"Not gonna," Ezekiel replied, his eyes closing as he traced patterns on Craig's bare back. "We're taking tomorrow off too."

Craig smiled. "But we're not supposed to take tomorrow off."

Ezekiel's lips twitched. "You should be happy. We're taking tomorrow anyhow."

"So, you're finally gonna take it easy. Good, you can stop riding my ass so hard."

Craig knew the instant the words left his mouth how Ezekiel would take them. A big hand closed on his ass cheek and gripped it tight, pulling Craig closer. "If I ever get tired of riding this ass, I'll let you know."