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 I live here.
Shane pulled off his thick wool coat and tossed it onto the couch, then peeled off his gloves and
flung them on top of the coat. His hands went to his lean hips.  I mean, what are you doing home? He
glanced at the clock on the mantel.  It s only three o clock. He moved around to stand at Gray s feet
so that Gray didn t have to break his neck to look at him, and grinned, his eyes twinkling. Gray could
almost see the last of his bad mood slipping away.  You know, I paid good money to get you re-
elected and I know damned well I pay my taxes. So why is my sheriff lounging about in his pajamas in
my living room instead of out catching bad guys?
Gray chuckled.  Your sheriff is on vacation as of two o clock this afternoon.
 Really?
 Yup. Gray sat up and patted the floor beside him.
Shane smiled.  I thought your vacation started tomorrow. He dropped down onto the blanket
and tugged one boot off, then the other.
Gray shrugged.  I decided to get an early start. Your tax dollars allow me to do that.
Shane laughed.  Oh, they do, do they?
 Yup, they surely do. He touched the spot next to him again and laid down.  But that s another
story. What s got you spitting nails, old man?
Shane slid all the way onto the flannel blanket and scooted himself around until he was lying next
to Gray.  Your daddy. Shane turned on his side, propping himself on his elbow to stare down at
Gray.
 Yeah? What d he do?
 He willed me half the Broken H.
Gray nodded absently, tracing a finger down Shane s magnificent, albeit covered, chest. The man
had way too many clothes on.  Yes, he did, so what? He raised up so he could unbutton Shane s
shirt. Oh, yeah, there we go ... luscious bare skin.
Shane stilled Gray s hand.  You knew about it?
Shit!  Uh, yes. He pushed Shane s hand away and unfastened another button.
Shane stopped his hand again, this time clasping it in his own.
 Oh, come on, chief! Gray flopped down onto his back. He didn t want to do this now. He was
on vacation, damn it!
 Grayson? Shane arched a brow.
 Shane, does it really matter? Think of it this way. One way or another, you get half of the
Broken H when they re gone. You are my partner, my love. What s mine is yours. Did you honestly
think I wouldn t put it in your name, too?
Shane opened his mouth and closed it.
 So, why don t you just let them do this for you? You know they love you. Just say thank you and
deal with it. You ll make them happy. With any luck, they won t be gone for quite a long time,
anyway. He waited for Shane to argue, but all Shane did was smile.
 Okay.
 Okay? Gray was skeptical of this seemingly easy acceptance.
Shane nodded firmly.  Okay. I ll go thank them right now. He started to get up.
Gray grabbed his arm.  Wait! Can t you thank them later?
 I thought you wanted me to let them know I appreciate what they ve done. His eyes twinkled.
Gray yanked Shane down and rolled on top of him, straddling the denim-clad hips and started
working the shirt again.  Later. Gray freed the last button and pulled the material open. Oh, yeah!
More skin! His cock perked right up at the sight.
Gray dropped forward onto his hands and caught a nipple in his mouth, rubbing his growing
erection against Shane as he did. Ooh, baby! He wasn t the only one getting into things. Shane was
pretty damn hard himself.
Shane grinned and grabbed his ass, rocking him.  What did you have in mind?
He raised his head.  A sixty-eight?
One of those black brows raised.
 You blow me and I ll owe you one. Gray fluttered his eyelashes shamelessly.
Shane guffawed.  Okay, but I want mine right afterward.
 Deal. Let s get on with it, old man. Gray hopped up and tugged his sweat pants down and his t-
shirt over his head. He stepped back above Shane and clasped his lover s cock, stroking, stroking,
stroking.
 Umm, come here. Shane s gaze raked over him; he licked his lips suggestively.
Gray settled himself over Shane on his knees. He leaned down on one hand and brushed his prick
across Shane s lips with the other.
Shane licked around the head, then opened up wide, taking Gray s cock halfway, then sucking
strongly.
 Oh, fuck, that feels good. Shane s eyes flicked up to his. There was a glare on his glasses from
the fire, but Gray could make out those beautiful big brown eyes just fine. Was there anything finer
than the sight of Chief sucking him off?
Shane held his gaze and continued sucking for a moment before he closed his eyes and got down
to some serious business, really working Gray s dick. He took hold Gray s ass cheeks, pressing him
forward and, with sexy noises, encouraged him to fuck his mouth.
Sensation raced through Gray, making him moan. His lids swept down and he moved his hips,
rocking himself into his lover s mouth faster, while still holding the base of Shane s cock. Shane s
hand slid down his crease and found Gray s balls, tugging lightly.
Gray tightened, his testicles pulling away from the attention. Saliva ran down his shaft onto
Shane s hand. Shane squeezed, adding to Gray s pleasure.
Shane moaned.
He looked down, watching his dick, shiny with spit, sliding in and out of Shane s mouth. There
was a drop of something on the lens of Shane s glasses. Sweat or saliva or ...  Oh, fuck! Gray bolted
upright, pulling his prick from Shane s mouth and releasing Shane s cock. He pumped his own cock
fast, his eyes focusing intensely into Shane s through those lenses. He pushed his shaft down, still
pumping vigorously and came ... on Shane s glasses. He fell onto one hand, the other one still
wrapped around his erection. Oh, damn, that had been incredible. Just the thought of spunking on
Shane s glasses had made him come.
Shane wiped a splotch of semen off his cheek with his finger and stuck it in his mouth. Then he
froze, finger between his lips and blinked. His eyes crossed for an instant as the white splotches on
his glasses apparently registered. Those brown eyes zeroed in on Gray, his lips twitching.  You little
shit.
THE END
J.L. Langley
J.L. writes M/M erotic romance, among other things, and is fortunate to live with four of the most
gorgeous males to walk the earth...ok, so one of those males is canine, but he is quite beautiful for a
German Shepherd. J.L. was born and raised in Texas. Which is a good thing considering that Texas is
full of cowboys and there is nothing better than a man in a pair of tight Wranglers and a cowboy hat as
far as J.L. is concerned.
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