Boone's Cowboy [Rescue for Hire 8] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Bellann Summer Page B

like that,” Flynn pointed out.
    “Has he ever caught you kissing anyone before?” Boone asked.
    Flynn rolled that question over in his mind. It had been years since he’d had more than a quick hookup with a man, much less brought them home. Boone might have a point.
    “No, but if he was interested in getting together, wouldn’t he have let me know?” he asked.
    Boone put both arms around Flynn’s neck and gave him a peck on the lips. “I would have, and I did.”
    “That you did,” Flynn replied. “Now do you want to tell me what you were thinking before?” Flynn nodded toward the bike.
    “Truth?”
    “I think that’s usually best,” Flynn said.
    “I watched you take charge of all those men working on Cade’s addition and unloading the supplies from that semi today. I saw a self-assured, sexy-as-hell, older man who, without a doubt, is in a different league than I am. It was all I could do not to walk over and mark you somehow so everyone can see you are mine.” Boone turned his head and looked off into the distance before looking back at Flynn. “Those feelings scared me. Right there I knew I’m opening up myself for a world of hurt. I don’t want to be lying on the floor in a devastated heap if you decide I’m too young and not worth your time.”
    Flynn was shocked. The man moved fast. And yet, at twenty-seven, he could be married with three kids and coaching pee-wee soccer. Yes, thirteen years separated them. But now that they were back together it didn’t seem too much, and Flynn wanted him.
    “I don’t think you have anything to be worried about,” Flynn informed him and kissed Boone on the corner of his sweet mouth. “There’s still a little light left. Would you like to see the place? If you haven’t had supper yet, I’ll be happy to share what’s in my Crock-Pot.”
    “Sounds good to me.” Boone smiled.
    Flynn had to take one more kiss. The kiss turned into another then another. Boone tasted like heaven and felt so good under Flynn’s wandering hands. Before long, Flynn had Boone up on the tips of his toes and their bodies plastered together. He decided Boone belonged in his arms and wanted to keep him there as much as he could.
    Reluctantly, he let Boone go. “How about a quick tour and then we can go in the house?”
    “Are we starting in the hay loft?” Mischief danced in Boone’s velvety brown eyes.
    “Not tonight, pretty baby.” Flynn laughed, happy Boone’s cockiness was back. “Come into the barn. I’d like you to meet Smoky, Wendy, and a few others.”
    Flynn was pleasantly surprised that Boone knew his way around horses. He and Wendy in particular had a connection. He watched Boone’s face light up as he looked around the barn’s interior, checking out the individual stalls, bales of hay in the corner, and the barn cats milling about.
    Boone breathed in deeply before giving Flynn a beautiful brown-eyed wink. “I love the smell of hay and horses. Maybe that’s why I think you’re the best smelling man I’ve ever met.”
    Flynn pulled Boone to him by sifting his fingers through the silky hair on the back of his neck. He kissed Boone, swiping his tongue over the man’s luscious lips. The chemistry between them sizzled. Flynn contemplated taking Boone up to the hay loft the man kept teasing him about. In the end, Flynn decided he wanted to know more about the intriguing man. So before he got too carried away, Flynn released Boone. He ignored Boone’s protest and grabbed his hand before walking out of the barn. Flynn paused just outside the barn door.
    “Would you like to put your bike in the barn?” he asked.
    Boone’s eyes widened. “Just for the evening or all night?”

Chapter Eight
     
    Boone took a large bite of chicken smothered in rice and mixed vegetables. A thick slice of homemade bread slathered with butter joined the chicken concoction on his plate, along with a scoop of applesauce.
    “Where do you find the time to make fresh bread in between