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  The friendly pharmacist smiled. “How’re things at the station?”

  “Slow, but I guess that’s better than busy, huh?” He wandered down the aisles looking for the condoms.

  “Can I help you find something?” Maggie asked.

  “Condoms?”

  Maggie laughed and pointed towards the door. “Front of the store. This is Cattle Valley. Rubbers are one of our top sellers.”

  Sammy laughed. He’d never get over how open the residents of the small town were with their sexuality. “Of course. What the hell was I thinking?”

  “Got some new lube in, too. It’s supposed to warm your willy while you fuck.”

  Sammy laughed harder. “Guess I’ll need to try it.”

  “Get it quick. I have a feeling once word gets out about it, there’ll be quite a run on the stuff.” Maggie ended the statement with a wink.

  Maggie was the only person Sammy had ever met who could talk openly about sex, but still not bring herself to say dick, cock or prick.

  Sammy walked towards the front of the store and sure enough, there was a huge display with every brand, size and type of condom known to man. He settled on a fun box of cherry red condoms as well as a super-sized box of ribbed. Tossing them into his basket, he walked to the lube display.

  “Is it this stuff with the picture of the erupting volcano on the label?” he hollered towards the back of the store.

  “That’s it. Don’t blame me if your willy melts. I just sell the stuff, I don’t make it.”

  An image of lava erupting from his cock came to mind. Sammy made a face and decided to go with a small bottle, along with a bigger bottle of the stuff he was used to using. He chuckled to himself as he walked towards the counter. He decided there wasn’t a better place for Leo’s cock to catch fire than the station.

  “That it?” Maggie asked.

  “Yep. I reckon that’ll hold me for a few days.”

  Maggie laughed as she lifted her brows at the super-sized box of condoms. “I’m going to have to call you Mr. Stud Muffin from now on.”

  Sammy didn’t correct her. She didn’t need to know he was more of a bottom player. That would be a little too much information to share with the friendly pharmacist. He paid his bill and turned right as he left. Several shops down, he entered Brynn’s Bakery. This late in the day, there wasn’t much going on. The morning’s doughnuts had been removed from the display case to be replaced by a whole host of desserts.

  “Be with you in a second,” Kyle called from the back.

  “No rush. I’m on city time,” Sammy said with a chuckle.

  He enjoyed knowing the people in town. In San Antonio he only knew the people in his own neighbourhood, but here it was different. He already felt like a member of the community.

  “Hey, Kyle? I don’t see any pecan praline out here. I don’t suppose you have any in the back, do you?”

  Kyle came through the swinging door still drying his hands. “Sorry. I didn’t make any today. I’ve got a nice Dixie pie though.”

  “That’s the one with pecans and chocolate, right?”

  “That’s the one. Gill’s number one favourite lately.”

  “Okay, I’ll take one of those and a loaf of your homemade white bread.” While Kyle boxed his pie, Sammy tried to figure out how to broach the cinnamon roll question. In the end, he decided to just spit it out and take his chances.

  “Leo’s been asked to head up a fundraiser for the new youth centre the city wants to open.”

  “That’s nice of him,” Kyle said, setting the pie on the counter.

  “Yeah. He’s nervous, but don’t tell him I told you that. Anyway, he’s planning a big chilli cook-off. I told him we needed to have cinnamon rolls, and I was wondering if we could get a discounted price on them.”

  Kyle slipped the loaf of bread into a bag and started ringing up Sammy’s purchase. “I could sell them to you for the cost of supplies. Shouldn’t be much. I would normally just donate them, but the winter’s been pretty hard for business.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that, but I completely understand. I just appreciate anything you can do for us. I don’t know how many we’ll need, but maybe once it gets closer to the day we’ll have a better idea.”

  “Don’t worry about it. I’ve supplied cinnamon rolls for enough events in town that I have a good idea of how many. When’s the cook-off?”

  “I believe Leo said the second Saturday of April. If that changes, I’ll be sure and give you a call.”

  “Sounds fine.”

  Sammy paid for his pie and bread and stuffed his wallet back into his hip pocket. “Thanks, Kyle.”

  “No problem.”

  Sammy walked back down to his car and put his purchases in the back seat before getting behind the wheel. He hoped Leo would be pleased with the deal he’d worked out with Kyle. He hated to hear the baker’s business had been off, though.

  After checking his rear view mirror, Sammy backed out of his parking space and headed back to the station. He doubted he’d get a chance to steal more kisses from Leo, but he was sure going to try.

  * * * *

  Leo set a bowl filled with ice and bottles of beer on the coffee table and glanced at the clock once again. Had he ever felt so anxious about waiting for someone? He heard a car pull up in the drive and went to the door to study a weary-looking Sammy as he made his way up the porch steps.

  “You look worn out,” Leo remarked, stepping back far enough for Sammy to enter the house.

  “I am. We were up most of the night on a domestic call over on Spruce, and I can’t sleep for shit during the day.” Sammy smiled up at Leo. “But it’s good to see you.”

  Leo helped Sammy off with his coat before pulling him into his arms. “It’s good to see you, too.”

  There was something about Sammy that felt so right in his arms, which was odd given that Randy had been over six-foot. Leo didn’t push. He simply enjoyed holding the man for several moments before placing a kiss on Sammy’s forehead.

  “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll get the popcorn.” Leo stepped back and turned towards the kitchen.

  “I picked up a couple of movies. They’re on the coffee table.” With everything done ahead of time, all Leo had to do was press the start button on the microwave. He made his way back to the doorway and watched Sammy as he sat on the couch. Every move the man made seemed graceful.

  The microwave beeped, and Leo was pulled away from the view. He opened the popcorn bag and dumped the hot, buttery contents into a bowl. After grabbing a couple of napkins, Leo carried the snack into the living room.

  “Find anything that interests you?” he asked, setting the popcorn on the table.

  “I’ve been wanting to see this one,” Sammy said, holding up a comedy.

  Leo took the movie from Sammy and put it in the player before settling on the sofa beside the other man. With a slight chill still in the air, he pulled Sammy against his side and covered them with a blanket from the back of the couch.

  Sammy snuggled against Leo’s chest. He reached for the bowl of popcorn and two beers, handing one to Leo. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wished I could watch a movie like this with you.”

  Leo brushed a kiss over the top of Sammy’s head and opened both of their bottles. He didn’t want to say too much. Putting himself on the line was something he knew he wasn’t ready for.

  “It’s nice,” he finally said.

  * * * *

  As the movie ended, Leo carefully set his empty bottle on the coffee table before removing the popcorn bowl from its precarious position on Sammy’s stomach. Although it was only six, Sammy was in a deep sleep. Leo hated the thought of waking him, but, several times during the movie, he’d heard the younger man’s stomach growl.

  Leo eased himself out from under the sleeping man. He went into the bedroom and retrieved a pillow from his bed to place under Sammy’s head. It was while he was readjusting the blanket that Sammy’s eyes opened.

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nbsp; “Did I fall asleep?” Sammy mumbled.

  Leo leant down and kissed the lips he’d been dying to taste for two hours. “That’s okay. I’m going to make us something for dinner. Why don’t you continue your nap.”

  Sammy started to pull the blanket off his body. “I can help with dinner.”

  Leo stayed Sammy’s hand and dropped to his knees to lean against the edge of the sofa. His lips hovered over Sammy’s as he stared into the sleepy eyes of the gorgeous man. “I’d much rather you caught up on your sleep. The last thing I want is to wear you out before I even get you into my bed.”

  Sammy’s eyes snapped open fully at the comment.

  It was out of character for Leo to be so bold, but he’d shied away from the inevitable long enough. He closed the distance between their mouths and rimmed Sammy’s lips with the tip of his tongue.

  With a moan, Sammy captured Leo’s tongue with his lips and sucked. What started as a playful teasing quickly became an erotic dance of teeth and tongues. Leo’s cock hardened as he pressed it against the side of the couch. He wanted Sammy more than he could remember wanting someone in a long time, if ever.

  Leo quickly calculated the hours left in the day. He may not be Superman, but it was early enough he could enjoy himself and still recover in time to bury his cock in Sammy’s ass before the end of the evening.

  As his tongue continued to dual with Sammy’s, Leo reached between the other man’s legs and ran his hand over the hidden erection. When Sammy’s hips lifted off the couch to push against the palm of his hand, Leo knew what he wanted.

  “I need to taste you,” he said, breaking the kiss.

  Sammy nodded. “Naked first.”

  Leo’s lack of self-confidence kicked into high gear. The room was still lit by the setting sun, too light to bare his aging body to the younger man. Leo sat back on his heels, pondering. If he told Sammy the reason he didn’t want to get naked in the light, he had no doubt the other man would try to reassure him that his age didn’t matter.

  The truth was it did matter. An image of a fifty-year old Randy fucking the young twink immediately came to mind. Randy was in great shape for a man of his age, but there was no way his body could compete with the firm, unblemished skin of a man in his twenties. Randy had looked like a complete fool in Leo’s eyes.

  “Let’s wait until later when we can fully enjoy each other.” Leo reached for the zipper on Sammy’s pants and slowly lowered it. “For now, I just want to wrap my lips around you.”

  “But I want to taste you, too,” Sammy replied.

  Damn. Leo wanted that. Reaching a decision, Leo unzipped his jeans enough to fish his cock out. He left the button fastened, giving a sort of peak-a-boo affect. With his hands wrapped around Sammy’s hips, he pulled him further down on the couch, before standing and straddling the other man’s body in the typical sixty-nine position.

  “Okay?” he asked, swiping the head of Sammy’s cock with his tongue.

  “I…uh…yeah. Wow. I guess I never realised how big you are.”

  “Just don’t pull my balls out or they’ll smother you.” Even though he said it in a light manner, Leo knew the truth behind his words. He’d always had a large, heavy sac. In his youth it was something he was incredibly proud of, but over the years he’d noticed the subtle changes in his body. Randy had even made remarks.

  Aarghh. Leo attempted to shut Randy’s parting shots out of his mind. He’d tried time and again to tell himself Randy’s cruel words were nothing but justifications for his own infidelity. The last thing Leo needed to hear from Randy was the reasons why he preferred fucking younger men as opposed to his aging partner.

  Leo forced his attention back to Sammy. He began licking and sucking the head of the other man’s cock, well pleased with the attention his own cock was receiving. When Sammy sucked Leo’s cock to the back of his throat, Leo was shocked.

  Without taking his mouth off Sammy’s shaft, Leo tried to look between their bodies. Sammy tugged on Leo’s hips, silently asking for more. Leo gave Sammy’s crown a playful scrape of his bottom teeth as he pulled off.

  He rested his forehead against Sammy’s groin as he started to pump his hips, slowly fucking the younger man’s mouth. “Let me know if it’s too much.”

  Sammy grunted around the cock in his mouth and tilted his head to take even more of Leo’s length down his throat.

  Comfortable with the rhythm of his thrusts, Leo returned his attention to Sammy’s cock, bathing the bulbous dark crown with his tongue. He used one of his hands to jack Sammy’s length as he sucked, trying his best to master doing three things at once and doing them well.

  Damn, I’m out of practice. He felt soft fingers brush against his balls and closed his eyes. Despite his obvious embarrassment over them, his sac was extremely sensitive to touch. He felt the hair on the back of his neck prickle as gooseflesh covered his skin.

  Leo had no choice but to release the cockhead in his mouth. “I’m going to explode if you keep that up.”

  Sammy laughed, vibrating Leo’s length.

  “Awe, fuck!” Leo barely had time to shout before pumping his seed down the other man’s throat. He did that all-over body shiver that always accompanied a really intense climax as he continued to empty his balls.

  With his hand still wrapped around Sammy’s length, Leo tried to clear his mind enough to give his new lover the same powerful orgasm he’d just enjoyed. Although he’d never been the best at tamping down his gag reflex, Leo took as much of Sammy’s shaft into his mouth as possible.

  Sammy bent his knees to rest his feet against the cushion and thrust up, driving himself in deeper. Leo gagged, but recovered quickly. It was a good thing he did, because in the next moment, he felt the first spurt of cum hit the back of his throat. He pulled off enough to keep from choking and let the warm, thick seed coat his tongue, bathing his taste buds in the slightly bitter flavour of Sammy’s essence.

  Leo rolled to the floor and rested his cheek on Sammy’s thigh before carefully tucking himself back into his underwear and zipping his jeans.

  Sammy ruffled Leo’s hair with his fingers as he let out a big yawn. “That was nice.”

  Leo chuckled. “So nice you can’t keep your eyes open?”

  “Can’t help it. You’ve sucked the life out of me.”

  “Don’t say that. I’m hoping to get my second wind around bedtime.” Leo had thought of little else but lying naked with Sammy. The previous night was the first time since he’d arrived in town that he’d wished he’d been on duty instead of having an entire day of free time.

  Sammy’s stomach growled, bringing Leo out of his thoughts. He reached out and rubbed the flat muscled skin. “Guess I’d better get dinner on.”

  Leo stood and gazed down at a content but sleepy-looking man. “Rest. I’ll wake you when I have everything on the table.”

  “I think I’ll take you up on that,” Sammy said around another yawn.

  Leo smiled and turned towards the kitchen. He rubbed his chest at the ache beginning to form. It had been a long time since he’d had someone to cook for. Although part of him could easily get used to Sammy in his life, Leo knew better than to let himself dream of happily ever-afters. There were no such things, and he’d do best to remember that.

  Chapter Four

  Sammy closed his eyes on a moan. “Oh, my God, this is the best chicken fried steak I’ve ever eaten.”

  “Glad you like it,” Leo said before taking another bite.

  Sammy couldn’t believe Leo had gone to so much trouble while he slept on the couch. It made him feel…special. In the past, he was lucky if a lover grilled him a hamburger. This was way beyond a freaking hamburger.

  Their age difference seemed to be a big deal to Leo, but Sammy was quickly finding out he’d been dating the wrong men for years. Leo took every step of their budding relationship seriously. It was a refreshing change from the on again off again dating scene he was used to.

  “So, tell me about the call
on Spruce,” Leo began. “Was it a fight?”

  Sammy shook his head. “Fred Banks wandered off. Gene called and asked us to help him find him.”

  “Fred Banks? I don’t think I know him.”

  After swallowing his mashed potatoes, Sammy took a drink of his water before answering. “He’s old, doesn’t leave the house without his partner, Gene.” Sammy shook his head slowly from side to side. “Alzheimer’s. Guess it’s progressing at an alarming rate.”

  “I take it you found him though.”

  “Yeah. He was wandering downtown, trying to get into the bakery. Dispatch got a call from Ethan that someone was trying to break in downstairs.” Sammy set down his fork. “The whole situation is depressing. Gene was so upset that we were afraid he’d have a heart attack, so we called Zac in to stay with him while we helped the deputies look for Fred.”

  Leo nodded. “It’s a frightening chance some people are willing to take to love someone for a lifetime. The older you get, the more likely something’s going to happen to one of you.”

  “I know.” Sammy wasn’t sure how to explain his feelings. “Other than my parents, I don’t know that I’ve ever seen someone so in love with someone else. I guess they’ve been together for, like, fifty-seven years. Can you imagine how hard it was for them in the beginning? They somehow managed to stay devoted to each other despite the crap society no doubt threw at them, and then this? Gene refuses to put Fred into a nursing home. He said he’d look after Fred until the day one of them died.”

  Sammy couldn’t believe his eyes were filling with tears. He didn’t really know either man, but they’d definitely had an impact on him. He wiped away an escaping tear. “Sorry to get all emotional on you.”

  Leo reached over and cupped Sammy’s face, drying another tear with the pad of his thumb. “Don’t be sorry. You have the job you do because you care. There will always be certain calls that affect you more than others. It’s natural.”

  Sammy nuzzled Leo’s hand before placing a kiss on his palm. “Thanks.”

  Leo eventually pulled his hand away and they resumed their dinner. Sammy ate bites of food between glances at the gorgeous man across from him. He wasn’t sure why Leo was so hung up on the age difference. From the first day Leo had walked into the station, Sammy had wanted him.