Chapter 83 is full of hot goodness, I'll let someone else quote that...LOL
Chapter 84, the bathing beauty line, another one of my favorites...
Ennis nodded, wading back up to the shore, and grabbed a towel, rubbing his hair vigorously and wrapping it around his waist, then turned to watch Ellery wade out, thinking as he did how much he wanted to rush back down into the water and seize him right then, force him down in the middle of the chill stream and take him again...he turned his eyes away, forcing back the wild urge. What got inta you boy, yer like a teenager again, every hour got the urge ta poke em again. His breath caught in his throat. There was something about the camp, the chill urge of the water, the freedom of nature, that had got to him, that drove him to an almost uncontainable lust.
He hurried into his clothes and then began to saddle up the horses, as Ellery moved more slowly up the bluff, rubbing his hair, watching Ennis move efficiently to get the horses ready to ride. “What’s the hurry Ennis?” he asked, puzzled, coming up behind him as he tightened the belly rope on Pal’s saddle, the big mare whickering softly. “Gonna rain soon or somethin?”
“Jest want ta get ridin,” Ennis turned, taking in the view of his tall lover, nude and wet, and took a breath. “An unless you put somethin on you might end up hog-tied in that tent on yer knees again.”
“Oooh...” Ellery said, teasing, but moved off to put his clothes on, watching Ennis out of the corner of his eye as he slid blanket and saddle on Socks, letting down the stirrups for Ellery’s longer legs. Ellery was a darn sight taller than Jack...as he loosened the buckle he realized the last person who had ridden Socks using this saddle... was Jack. He realized then, with a small pang in his chest, that part of his feeling of urgency to go out and camp, was to bring the memory of Jack closer to him, closer to both of them, so that Ellery could experience a little bit of what he felt for Jack, in the setting where Ennis felt most like himself.
He hoisted himself up onto Pal, leaned over to unhitch her bridle from the tether he had put on the oak tree and clicked at her, tugging gently on the rein to make her turn. “You about ready ta go, bathin beauty?” he said, as Ellery ran a comb through his hair and gathered it into an elastic band.
“Yep, Socks is it? Okay Socks, you got yerself a cripple here so you better tread lightly,” he said as he swung his leg up and over, straightening one knee as he eased into the saddle and took the rein in his left hand, patting her neck softly as he let her get used to him. “Lead on, Coyote Man,” he joked, and Ennis gave him a smirk as he clicked for Pal to take the lead and they headed out of the campsite onto the beaten trail that led them south and west, roughly following the Platte.
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