Cattle Valley 28 - Second Chances by Carol Lynne

that’s better.” Drake held out his arms. “Come here.”
Oggie eased his way onto the bed and stretched out on Drake’s right side. He slid his stump under Drake’s head to rest under the pillow. His left hand began to pet and stroke Drake’s hairy chest and groin.
Drake didn’t make a move to touch Oggie back. He simply continued to stare at his bedmate until he finally growled, deep in his chest and flipped over to straddle Oggie’s torso. “How many times do I have to tell you that you don’t have to hide from me?”
Drake reached for Oggie’s arm, still half-hidden under the pillow and pulled it up. Holding onto Oggie’s arm at the elbow, he leaned in and kissed the thin skin that covered the stump. He spoke in between kisses. “This. Is. Part. Of. You.” He moved to kiss Oggie’s lips. “I’m not grossed out in the least—just the opposite, in fact.”
Oggie tried to pull away from Drake’s grasp. “You one of those perverts who get off on amputees?”
Drake held on. “No.” He brushed his cheek against the stump. “I know I had an unusual childhood, but this feels and looks normal to me. I guess in a fucked-up way I find it comforting.” He sighed. “Hell, maybe I am warped.”
Oggie wrapped his left arm around Drake’s waist. Warped or not, Drake had managed to confront the one thing about Oggie that made him uneasy and turn it into something positive. “Since the shooting, I’ve killed myself trying to do everything I used to do. Just ask Smokey, he’ll tell you. The problem is that I’m not the same man I used to be. There are things I simply can’t do anymore.”
“Like jack off with your right hand?” Drake grinned, trying to lighten Oggie’s mood.
Oggie chuckled. “Yeah, like that.” He held up his stump and looked at it. “You know I sometimes forget that it’s not there, but when I’m with you, it’s never far from my mind.”
“Why? Haven’t you been listening?”
“Yes, I’ve been listening, but you’re so damn perfect. Perfect body, perfect job, perfect hair.” He reached between them and encircled Drake’s erection. “Perfect cock.”
Drake thrust against Oggie’s hand. “You really don’t know me very well.”
“What, are you a serial killer in your spare time?” Oggie asked.
“No. I’m alone in my spare time. I don’t let people close enough to become friends because I don’t trust anyone.”
“You seem to be letting me in.” Oggie continued to slowly stroke Drake’s cock.
“I know. That’s what I was trying to tell you earlier. You make me feel comfortable because I know you wouldn’t call my mom names.”
Oggie’s hand stilled. “Did people really do that?”
Drake nodded.
“You wanna talk about it?”
Drake shook his head. He scooted down and began to kiss Oggie’s neck. “No more talking.”
Oggie tilted his head to the side, soaking up every ounce of affection. For a tough-asfuck security chief, Drake was proving to be an incredibly tender lover.
Continuing down, Drake stopped to pinch and lick Oggie’s nipples. He drew his fingers through Oggie’s chest hair and moaned. “I like a man who looks and feels like a man,” he murmured.
Oggie spread his legs, hoping Drake would get the hint. Bingo. Drake’s chin hit the head of Oggie’s cock, the slight brush of heavy whiskers sending a pleasurable zing throughout his body. “Ahh, fuck, do that again.”
Chuckling, Drake rubbed the prickly area just under his lower lip across the sensitive skin, sending another jolt of pleasure through Oggie. Never in his life had he thought he’d be into the whole pleasure-pain thing, but, damn… Drake was making him re-evaluate.
Oggie tapped Drake on the top of the head. “Tell me you have lube and condoms in that sack you picked up at the drugstore.”
Drake swallowed Oggie’s cock, taking him all the way down to the root in one go and continued to work his throat muscles, milking him. Oggie reached down and tried to push Drake’s head