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Snowdrop | Arthur Morgan x reader x Charles Smith

Summary : You tame your first horse, Charles shows you how proud he is after ;) Follows along the series Baptized By Fire!

Word count : 3.1k

Warnings/tags : Cursing, poly!relationship, Arthur Morgan x reader x Charles Smith, smut, oral f!receiving, unprotected piv, slight breeding kink, Charles wants a family and is a muncher, Charles x reader, Charthur, reader gets bucked off a horse, mention of previous abuse (reader's father)

Divider by @saradika

The early morning sun streamed in through the blinds, casting a soft orange glow over your bedroom. A perfect morning in all sense of the word. Your cheek pressed against Arthur’s warm freckled back. Feeling the rise and fall with each inhale and exhale. You shouldn’t have woken this early, Arthur and Charles were almost always up before you.

“Wake up.” Perhaps that was the reason. You groaned, prying yourself away from Arthur to glance bleary eyed up at Charles. His hand lightly shaking your shoulder.

“Charles?” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes.

“Get up.” He said, pulling the blanket off of you.

“Charles!” You whined, burying your face back into Arthur’s heat. Arthur shifted, pulling the blanket tighter around his body as he mumbled.

“We’re burning daylight.” Charles said, his large hand wrapping around your ankle as he tugged.

“There’s hardly any daylight to burn!” You groaned, sitting up as you nearly pulled you off the bed.

“C’mon sweetheart.” He grinned, his eyes soft and warm. Your heart swelled, fighting to keep the smile that tugged at your lips at bay. It wasn’t fair, that all he had to do was smile and he could get away with anything.

“Why did you have to wake me up?” You asked, shaking your head. He cupped your face in his hands, pressing his lips to your forehead.

“Get dressed.” He hummed against your skin, before walking out of the bedroom. You groaned as the door clicked shut behind him, begrudgingly sliding out of bed. You threw on some trousers and buttoned your shirt.

Arthur cracked open an eye at you, beautifully disheveled from the night before.

“How’d you deal with him alone for so long?” You teased, glancing at him.

“Hard to say.” He hummed, his words muffled against his pillow.

“Funny how he ain’t dragging your ass outta bed, only mine.” You grumbled, but your words lacked any irritation.

“Real funny.” He mumbled, closing his eyes as he burrowed back into the sheets.

You walked out of the bedroom, expecting to see Charles waiting for you. Instead the cabin was empty. You threw on your pair of boots and headed out the door, searching for him. You didn’t have to look far.

Charles stood at the door of the barn, leading Taima out.

“Riding lesson?” You called, walking over to him. “Thought those were over?” You asked, running your hand down Taima’s neck, giving her a gentle pack.

“No, not a riding lesson.” He smiled, chuckling softly. You narrowed your eyes, crossing your arms as you tried to get a read on him.

“You’re awful chipper this morning.” You mused, “What have you got planned?”

“Want me to tell you, or do you want to see?” He asked, climbing onto her back.

“I have a feeling even if I asked, you wouldn’t tell me.” You said, taking his hand as he pulled you up next to him.

“You’d be right.” He shrugged, wrapping an arm around your waist. He nudged Taima into a trot, and then a gentle gallop. Your mind raced as he led Taima down the same trail as the one to the meadow.

“What are we doing here?” You asked, looking back at him.

“Shh.” He said, easing her to a stop, just on the edge of the field. He climbed down, tying her lead to a tree before reaching up for you. Although you could have gotten off of her without his help, you knew he just liked doing it.

“Charles, aren't you gonna tell me?” You huffed, keeping your voice low. Instead he bent down in a crouch, moving toward the tree line. You sighed, following his movements. Grazing in the meadow was a herd of wild horses, if you had to guess they were probably mustangs. “Horse-watching?” You asked, looking over at him. “You dragged me out of bed to watch some horses?”

“Is that why you think I did?” He hummed, looking over at you.

“Well- no.” You huffed, “But how am I supposed to know if you refuse to tell me?” You asked, raising your brows.

“Today,” He started, looking back out at the herd, “today you’re going to tame your first horse.”

Tame?

“How am I supposed to do that?” You asked furrowing your brows, “The second we step out into the clearing they’re gonna hightail it out of here.”

“It takes patience,” He said, “You’ll have to be careful, quiet, calm steps. You might spook them, but you can also calm them. Your horse will choose you, whichever one is ready to be claimed.”

“You speak as though it’s easy.” You sighed, shaking your head.

“How do you think I got Taima?” He asked, you rolled your eyes. “You can do it.” He said, squeezing your hand. Long gone was the playful teasing tone as his dark eyes found yours. “I’ll be beside you the whole time.”

The two of you crept forward in the grass, feeling more predator than prey as you approached the horses. Violet flowers bloomed under their hooves as they grazed. A few of the horses raised their heads, whinnying as they took off. You caught the eye of one, a light gray dusted with dark markings along its flank.

“That one.” You whispered

“Better calm it then.” Charles answered, hanging back as you put your hands up.

“Woah, woah easy.” You called, pushing down the nerves that threatened to overtake you. You did your best to exude confidence although you were thoroughly lacking in that department. The horse- a mare- stomped at the ground, huffing as you got closer.

“Easy girl, easy.” You cooed, honestly surprised you had gotten this close on your first try. You gently placed a hand on her neck, feeling her muscles twitch and ripple against your palm. “There we go.” You said softly, patting her gently. “We can be friends.” The lasso hung heavy at your hip, Charles' reminder to only use it if necessary ran through your mind. She had to trust you, you had to trust her. But she was wild, this wasn’t Taima or even Buell.

But she would be yours. The second you met her eyes you knew.

So in a move that was both foolish and ballsy, you grabbed a fistful of her mane and threw yourself over her body. She let out a whine, her front legs jumped off the ground as she reared back. You held on tight, squeezing her body with your thighs as you tightened your grip on her mane.

“Easy! Woah, easy girl!” The words fell from your lips almost subconsciously, all that ran through your head was ‘stay on’. She bucked and jumped, giving you a good fight. A fight that you weren’t exactly prepared for.

Your grip loosened, and before you knew it you were on your back. Pain erupted through your chest as you gasped like a fish out of water. Charles was by your side in an instant, his eyes wide as he looked your body over.

God, you couldn’t breathe. Your mouth opened and closed as you stared up at Charles.

“It’s alright, you’re okay.” He said in a much too calm voice, “Give it a minute, it’ll come back.” You didn’t fully believe that, but after a few moments the air returned to your lungs. “Are you hurt?” He asked, running his hand up and down your arm.

You did a quick check in your mind. Other than the pain in your chest and shoulder, everything seemed to be okay.

“My shoulder.” You gasped, tears clouding your vision.

“Yeah, I don’t doubt that.” He sighed, “You landed on it pretty hard.” You winced, taking his hand as he pulled you into a sitting position. You’d definitely have a nasty bruise, one that Arthur would make a fuss over once he saw it.

“I’m alright.” You said, brushing the tears away from your eyes. He stood, helping you to your feet. The gray mare blew air through her lips, almost laughing at you as she trotted nearby.

It was on.

Nearly two hours later, Charles and you were walking back to the cabin. The gray mare trotted beside you as you led her along with the rope. Your ribs were a little bruised, if you had to guess. Every other breath made you wince, but you’d never felt more alive.

You had got her, she was yours.

This was something you had done. Sure, Charles had been close by, but you were the one who had broken her. You were the one she submitted to, even if she only submitted enough to keep you on her back instead of bucking you off. She was headstrong, stubborn, a challenge. A challenge that you had won. You knew over time she would trust you more, that your bond would grow into one like Charles and Taima. But it was something that only you could do. Neither Charles nor Arthur could grow the bond between you and your mare. This was something that you two would have to overcome together. The thought made you giddy. As much as you loved your husbands, you didn’t want to get complacent. You feared that one day you’d slip back into your old ways, relying on the men like you had your father. Even though you knew they’d never treat you the way he had, you needed your independence. Needed to have something of your own.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Charles asked, pulling you out of your thoughts as you lead her inside the barn.

“Oh- I just-“ you shrugged, leading her into a pen. You would fully introduce her to Buell another day. For now, she needed to get used to her new home. Charles led Taima into her own stall, his eyes trailing over you. One of his dark brows cocked as his eyes bore into you.

“I just got lost in my head.” You said with a shy smile, shaking your head as you patted your mare’s neck.

“Hm.” He hummed walking over to you, leaning against the wood panels. “I wish you could’ve seen yourself out there today.” Now that got your attention.

“What do you mean?” You asked, turning to look at him. He shrugged, his eyes fixated on your mare.

“You were… magnificent.” He said, his near obsidian eyes settling on you. Heat bloomed in your belly, as you lowered your eyes.

“I’m sure I looked magnificent as she bucked me off a hundred times.” You said rolling your eyes, your cheeks ablaze at his compliment. He chuckled, the deep rumbling sound shot straight to your core.

“I’m serious, you know?” He said, stepping closer. Lowering his head to meet your eyes. “You belong with her, on her.”

“How did you name Taima?” You asked, trying to change the subject as you broke away from Charles' heated gaze. He didn’t push, letting out a small sigh as he looked over at her.

“Taima means thunder. It fits her, don’t you think?” He asked, looking back at you.

“How am I supposed to compete with that?” You chuckled, shaking your head. “What about Buell? How did Arthur name him?”

“He didn’t.” Charles said, “Buell was given to him.” You nodded, well that didn’t help either. You turned back to your mare.

“What were those flowers near the meadow called? The purple ones?” You asked.

“Violet snowdrop?” Charles answered.

Snowdrop. It was perfect.

“Her name is Snowdrop.” You smiled, patting her flank.

“Snowdrop?” Charles asked, raising a brow, “Sounds good to me.” He nodded, with a small smile. You got Snowdrop settled, giving her fresh hay and some grain. Charles waited by the barn door, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

“Think she’s settled.” You nodded, brushing your hands off on your pants.

“Good.” He nodded, pushing off the door as he descended on you. Falling to his knees as he pulled you closer by your shirt.

“Charles!” You gasped, his large hands squeezing your waist before grabbing your bottom.

“You have any idea what you do to me?” He panted, “Seeing you on her, didn’t even need my help.” You gasped as he unbuttoned your pants, pulling them down your legs.

“I definitely did need your help.” You stuttered, surprised by the hunger present in his eyes. He shucked his jacket off, throwing it onto the floor. He lowered you to the floor, propping yourself up on your elbows as he kneeled between your thighs. His deft fingers worked on the buttons of your blouse, not bothering to fully take it off once he revealed your breasts. A low groan rumbled through his chest, before he pounced on you. A cry left your lips as he wrapped his hot, wet mouth around your nipple. You arched into him, your hands threading through his silky strands. Holding his mouth against you as his other hand kneaded your neglected breast. His tongue swirled around your nipple, working it into a stiff peak.

“Charles-“

“You’re so strong.” He mumbled against your skin, switching to wrap his lips around your other nipple. “So brave, such a brave girl.” If any other man had said something like that, you would have thought of it as a tease. But there was only adoration laced in Charles tone. You sighed, wrapping your bare legs around his clothed waist.

“Charles.” You breathed, the ache between your thighs growing as he worshipped your tits.

“Ours. All ours.” He mumbled and you could feel his grin against the swell of your breast. He moved down your body, taking his time to lick and caress every bare inch of skin on your torso. He paused below your navel. His heated gaze softened as he ran his hand over your lower belly.

You knew what he was thinking. What he was dreaming of. Charles hadn’t been shy in his wishes for you to carry their child. He loved spilling inside you, loved to see Arthur’s seed dripping out of your spent pussy. He had made it clear that he dreamed of having a family, how could you blame him? Anyone would crave a family if they lost theirs, and his was so cruelly stolen from him.

But none of you had talked about it past that. Arthur seemed to freeze whenever the topic of children was spoken of. He wasn’t ready, that much was clear. So neither you nor Charles brought it up.

He placed a kiss on your belly, but it was more than that. It was a promise.

He didn’t linger, moving down to your core. He drew in a strangled breath, his fingers slipping under the waistband of your bloomers. He pulled them down tortuously slow, slipping them over your knees before throwing them behind him.

“Show me sweetheart.” He whispered huskily, his hands resting on your knees. You spread your legs, letting your knees fall open on either side of him. A groan rumbled through his chest, sending shivers down your spine. His near obsidian eyes found yours as he licked his lips.

He descended, burying his face in your pussy. You cried out, your hands gripping his silky strands as he tore you apart piece by piece. Thrusting his tongue into your hole, he grabbed your cheeks. Tilting your hips up to reach deeper.

“Charles!” You moaned, throwing your head back on the barn floor. He didn’t falter, licking a stripe up as he moved to lay affections on your clit. Sucking at your bundle of nerves, sending lightning shooting up your body. He moaned, adding to the pleasure that was building in your belly. It was all happening so fast, his mouth bringing you to a precipice. Teetering on the edge as his mouth worshipped you. Your breath was stolen out of your lungs as he pushed a finger inside you, curling it up against that beautiful spot.

“Fuck!” You cried, tears clouding your vision as he pushed you over the edge. It didn’t matter that you were already cumming, he doubled down on his efforts. Sucking down hard as he pumped his finger.

He only stopped when you pushed him away, shoving at his head. He sat back on his haunches, his lips glistening as he grinned.

Your heart pounded as you surged forward, the two of you colliding in a clash of tongue and teeth. You moaned at the taste of yourself on his lips, your nipples rubbing deliciously against his shirt. Your hands flew to his waistband to free him from his trousers.

His groan rumbled through his chest like thunder, each touch like a spark trying to catch. You straddled him, your hands gripping his shoulders as you rubbed yourself against him. His dick sliding across your folds.

“Damn it.” He hissed through clenched teeth, thrusting up against you. You shivered as his head bumped against your clit, biting your lip as you raised your hips. “I love you.” He moaned, pressing his forehead against your sternum as he buried himself inside you.

Although buried wasn’t the right word, no, he carved out a place for him within you. Molding you, reshaping you, for only them, only him and Arthur. Even with his spit and your previous release it was still a stretch.

“God-“ The word ripped through your throat through a choked sob. Your nails digging into his shoulders as you bounced on his lap.

“So damn tight.” He groaned against your throat, his hands digging into your hips as he moved you up and down.

“I’m not-“

“I know.” With each thrust you could feel him in your guts, going deeper. The coil inside you tightened and snapped. Electricity shot through your body and down your legs as you cried out.

He groaned, pulling you flush to his body as he took over. It didn’t take long, it never did when your pussy was basically milking his cock. His hips shot up, jolting with little thrusts as he filled you. Each of you were breathing hard, your breath mingling in the stale air of the barn. You winced, struggling to take in a full breath with your no doubt bruised ribs that you had completely forgotten about.

“Shit.” Charles mumbled, gently laying you back onto his coat.

“I’m fine.” You said, shaking your head, “More than fine after that.” You chuckled as he picked a piece of straw out of your hair. He grabbed your bloomers, taking your foot in his hand before freezing.

His dark gaze zeroed in on your core as he leaked out of you. You swallowed thickly, heat blooming in your core. You watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed, meeting your gaze.

Another moment passed.

“Gimme those.” You said grabbing your bloomers from him. “We gotta get back to Arthur.” You chuckled, pulling them on before your trousers.

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we-loved-once-and-true · 1 month ago

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Taking care (Charles Smith x fem!reader)

The lack of alone time between the two of you has even Charles feeling rather bold.

Note: This came out a bit filthier than intended ngl

Word count: 1.7k

Tags: 18+ MDNI, explicit sexual content, public sex but everyone is asleep, fingering, handjob, doggy, porn without plot

Crackling of burning wood fills the air, but no one is sitting around the fireplace anymore. Everyone in camp has long gone to sleep, except for the people standing guard and except for your lover and you. Charles stares down at you with his deep brown eyes and his fingers dance over the curve of your neck.

It has been a while since the last time the two of you had sex. With the gang on the run, both Dutch and Grimshaw sure have been keeping you busy. There hasn't been any time to relax by yourselves, so these quiet moments during night time is something you have learned to treasure.

With your hand nestled in the crook of his neck, you pull him down to capture his lips in a deep kiss. A long sigh leaves your throat as you feel his tongue dart forward. His hands roam all over your body, from your shoulders to your thighs, leaving a hot trail behind. A familiar heat begins to take form in your lower stomach and between your legs and you break away from the kiss.

"We shouldn't continue this.", you whisper as quiet as possible and let your gaze wander around to check if anyone is awake.

"What if we're really quiet?", Charles suggests and your eyes go wide in surprise.

It's no secret that you're his weakness. All caution and self-discipline is being thrown into the wind when it comes to you. Charles used to be a man able to go on for a long time without any pleasure, but that has changed ever since you entered his life. He feels like he's going to explode if he goes on without your touch for too long.

"Okay, but be careful and quiet.", you insist, poking his chest with your finger.

He takes your hand and places a soft kiss on your knuckles.

"Of course."

Then he dips his head and trails his lips across your jawline. His large hand travels down your chest and stomach, stopping once he reaches the hem of your bloomers. The anticipation and excitement seems to be tearing you apart and you instinctively arch your back slightly.

You feel him smirk against your mouth at that and he slides his hand under the piece of clothing. It's almost embarrassing how soaked you already are, but that's not a difficult thing when it comes to Charles. A look alone from that man is enough to drive you absolutely insane.

One of his fingers brushes over your wet folds before resting on your aching clit. He rubs the bundle of nerves slowly in circles and you immediately clasp a hand over your mouth. Usually he would gently remove your hand, wanting to hear every single wonderful noise you make, but he knows better.

Charles switches to his thumb, now pushing the previous finger inside you. It slips in with ease and your eyes roll back when he adds another one. They curl up inside you while he still massages your clit and it takes everything within you not to moan. Instead you're laying here, legs shaking as you whimper and whine.

The sight has Charles rock hard, his clothed dick brushing over your thigh every now and then. Your free hand is grabbing a fistful of his shirt, your nails digging into the fabric to the point where you're worried that it might rip. If he takes any notice of that, then he doesn't show. His gaze is fixed on you and the way your body reacts to his every touch.

Charles drives you more and more towards the edge and when you finally reach your release, you bury your face into his shoulder, sinking your teeth into his skin. It takes a while for you to come down from the high, leaving you panting and gasping for air. Sweat is covering your forehead, both from his work and your effort to stay quiet.

As exhausted as you feel at the moment, you're far from done. Quickly you go to unbutton his pants and pull them down, revealing his erection. A surprised noise leaves his throat at your sudden motion and before he can say anything, your fingers are already wrapped around his shaft.

Charles takes in a sharp breath, closing his eyes and his chest rumbles when you start to move your hand at an agonizingly slow pace. Some loose hair strands of his are hanging in his face and you brush them out of the way with your other hand.

Pumping his cock like that has you feeling bold and an idea pops up in your mind. As you let go of him to push down your bloomers, he simply watches you as if you've grown a second head.

"What are you doing?", he asks in a hushed voice and you shoot him a meaningful smirk.

"What does it look like?"

His eyes wander around and you can read his thoughts off of his expression. Of course he thinks this is too risky. It most definitely is. But you also don't quite remember exactly how long it has been since the two of you had done it and you're tired of waiting at this point.

You roll over, your back turned to him and Charles wraps an arm around you to draw you closer until his chest is pressed against you. His hand moves down, lifting your leg slightly and you could have burst into a round of applause when you feel his tip against your core.

This is beyond stupid. At any second someone could catch you, but for some reason, that fact does not only have you worried. It has you feeling all hot and bothered as well.

"You sure about this?", Charles murmurs into your ear, his warm breath hitting your skin and making you tremble in the most wonderful way possible.

You throw him a look over your shoulder that tells him everything he needs to know. Oh, just what have you done to that man? Before you, he was so composed, losing his control only on rare occasions. Now? Now he's dancing by your tune, jumping at your every command. If you ask him to climb every mountain and cross every sea, he will happily do so.

And if you ask him to take you in the middle of camp, then who is he to deny you your wishes? Slowly and carefully, he pushes into you, his dick filling you up entirely. You welcome that familiar feeling of being stretched by him and you are forced to bite down on your lower lip to keep silent.

You take him in so nicely, your walls clenching down on him and he has to focus. It has been a while and he honestly could have come just from that. His fingers dig into the skin of your thigh, sharp, yet pleasant pain shooting through you from that. After a while, you grow impatient and wiggle your hips, but he immediately holds you still.

"Wait. Shit.", he gasps and buries his face into the crook of your neck. "Just give me a second."

A proud grin takes form on your face upon hearing how much he struggles. As much as you want to give him that second he needs, so that he can fuck you proper, you also wouldn't mind making it a bit difficult for him. It's not a lot, but you do manage to move a little bit and he sucks in a sharp breath.

Next thing you know, he pushes you down onto your stomach and holds your wrists above your head. His entire body has your pinned down and you find yourself unable to move even an inch. Excitement courses through your veins, but you still stop and check if you have disturbed anyone.

Once the coast is clear, Charles moves his hips back and immediately rolls them forward again. You melt beneath him as he quietly fucks you. His thrusts are shallow to avoid his skin slapping against yours, but there are still these wet and familiar sounds coming from your pussy.

With your face hidden in the bedroll, you try your very best to force back all the moans that are bubbling up in your throat. Though it's not an easy task with the way his tip keeps hitting your sweet spot. Charles, who normally has stamina beyond comprehension is struggling now, his thrusts growing more erratic and clumsy.

He finds himself having to slow down or seize the movement entirely in an attempt to stop himself from coming sooner than he intends to. Although making this quick should be his top priority. The two of you don't really have the luxury to drag it out right now.

But who knows when the next opportunity for this arises? Charles has never been a desperate man, but nowadays he would do anything to stay buried inside your pussy for as long as he can. He loses himself in you, your body, voice and scent taking up all his senses.

Too lost in his own pleasure, he picks up the pace and pounds into you eagerly. His thrusts are still shallow, but more desperate now as he chases his own high. It quickly becomes too much for you and another orgasm washes over you, having every single muscles of yours shake and tremble.

The way you clench around him pushes him off the edge as well and he pulls out in time. Something warm hits your thighs, but it's quickly being replaced by a cloth wiping it off. As you roll over to lay on your back again, you pull your bloomers back up and find yourself in a soft embrace.

Charles looks down at you, his gaze holding nothing but adoration and your lips curl up into a smile.

"My my, Mr. Smith.", you whisper while playing with the collar of his shirt. "We should have these breaks more often."

"Do you really think that?"

There is a long pause as you think about your answer.

"No."

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we-loved-once-and-true · 1 month ago

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Wanna bet?

Summary : It all started with a friendly bet and ended in the night of their dreams. When Arthur and Charles make a bet to see who can get the better score in bareback bronc riding, you, a barrel racer, asked if you could get in on their bet. But the prize you’re after isn’t who will pay each other’s tab, you’re after something more physical.

Word count : 5.4k

Warnings/tags : Rodeo au, Charles and Arthur are bareback bronc riders, reader is a barrel racer, limited knowledge on rodeos (I tried my best), drinking, Charthur x reader, Arthur Morgan x reader x Charles smith, threesome, oral m & f , creampie, piv, reader gets a little cock drunk, cursing, just general filth.

The sun beat down on his neck, the dry Arizona heat was not a welcome change from the cool mountain air back in Colorado. He grabbed his handkerchief out of his back pocket, running it over the back of his neck. Wiping away the sweat that sprung up on his skin.

He had about two hours before the competition started. Which gave him time for about four more smoke breaks before it was time to get in the chute. He was grateful that bareback bronc riding was the first in the competition, he didn’t know how long he could hold off his nerves. He took another drag from his cigarette, breathing in the nicotine before letting out a deep breath.

“Arthur? Arthur, is that you?” His head shot up, a breathless chuckle leaving his lips.

“Charles?” Charles strode over to him, his chaps already tied around his thick waist. His long jet black hair tied back in a braid. Arthur flicked his cigarette butt away before Charles wrapped his arms around him. Patting his back before pulling away.

“Man, am I glad to see you here.” He laughed, shaking his head as he crossed his arms. His legs spread wide as he stood in front of Arthur. Arthur forced his gaze upwards, trying his best to ignore the beads of sweat that ran down Charles' temple and neck.

“Oh yeah, why’s that?” Arthur asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the wooden fence. Trying to remain nonchalant, despite his racing heart.

“It’s good to have a friend cheering you on in the arena.” He smiled, that goddamned smile.

“Oh we’re friends now?” Arthur teased.

“Fuck off.” Charles laughed, shoving his shoulder. His back bounced off the fence slightly, Charles' weight pushing his back.

“Thought we were competitors, partner.” He smirked, the easy banter calming his nerves better than any cigarette.

“Oh don’t tell me you believe that bullshit.” Charles rolled his eyes, “The only competitors here are us and the damn horse lottery.” He chuckled, shaking his head.

“Ain’t that right.” Arthur nodded, lowering his head to shade his face with the brim of his hat. “Yer parents in the stands?” He asked, trying to fill the air.

“No, they’re back at home. No doubt glued to the tv.” He smiled, “Nerves getting you?” Charles asked, leaning back on the fence next to him. His head cocked in the direction of the cigarette butts on the dirt.

“Unfortunately.” Arthur grumbled, “Yer too observant for yer own good.” Charles nodded, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I remember Las Vegas,” He hummed, “You went through that whole pack before you even got in the arena.”

“I was younger then.” Arthur huffed, “And scared shitless.”

“And yet you still won the damn title.” Charles said, nudging his shoulder with his own. He could feel the heat coming off of him, hotter than the damn sun.

Arthur blushed, lowering his head as a smile spread across his lips. “Only cause you were still a rookie.” He said, glancing back up at him once the heat had cooled in his cheeks.

“C’mon,” Charles said, pushing off the wall and stepping in front of Arthur.

“Where we goin’?” He asked, following after him.

“Want to find out?” Charles smirked, glancing at him from over his shoulder. Arthur sighed, matching his pace as the two men walked along the dusty path back to where the rest of the riders were waiting. He had met Charles Smith almost four years ago, although it seemed like a lifetime ago. They had become quick friends after spending a lot of time together waiting for their turn in the arena. Both were bareback bronc riders, although if you asked Arthur, Charles was the superior of the two.

Sure, Arthur had a few championships under his belt, and if it wasn’t for the love of the sport, he’d have quit a long time ago. It wasn’t about the titles, or the money, not to him. It was about those eight seconds. The moment when it was just him and the horse under him. When time stood still.

They walked down the rows, men stood with their horses, women too. All waiting for the big event. Waiting for a chance to show off in the arena.

“So what are we doing exactly?” He asked Charles.

“Enjoying the scenery.” Charles responded, his eyes trailing down the rows of horses. Paints, Palominos, Mustangs, ready to run.

“You brought me back here to look at horses?” He asked, crossing his arms.

“I brought you to look at the best horses. Each one was bred for this, to be the best.” He said, a look of wonder flashed in his eyes.

“You are easily entertained.” He hummed, shaking his head.

“Let’s make a bet.” Charles said turning to face him, “Would that entertain you?”

Arthur thought for a moment, “Depends on what’s on the table.” He said pursing his lips, “You ain’t gonna bet me outta my money.” His lips quirked up into a smirk

“No, no nothing like that.” Charles chuckled, shaking his head. “I was thinking something along the lines of, say I get the better score out of the two of us.” Charles said, taking a step closer. Wouldn't be too hard to do, Arthur thought.

“Alright, let’s say you do.” He hummed.

“Then when we go out drinking tonight, which we will.” He said with a raised brow, “You’re buying.” Arthur rolled his eyes, letting out a low whistle.

“You drive a hard bargain Mr. Smith.” He chuckled, shaking his head, “Suppose if I get the better time then you’d be buying?”

“That’d be right.” He nodded, grinning at him, “We have a bet?” He asked, holding out his hand. Before Arthur could clasp his hand, a higher pitched voice spoke up.

“We making bets, gentleman?” Both him and Charles turned to the sound of the voice. A woman, grinning up at them like the damn Cheshire Cat.

Rodeo day. The best days in the whole year. Racing was your passion, barrel racing. Well technically horses were your passion, but barrel racing was fun, exhilarating. Pushing the horse under you to their limits, safely of course. Hell, they loved it as much as you did. You wouldn’t force a horse to do it if they didn’t enjoy it as much as you did.

For the most part you bred them, but every now and again you’d get to throw your hat in the ring. You’d come to Arizona this time for the 100th anniversary Rodeo.

One of your prized horses, Glory, had come with you this time. She was a damn fine horse, a beautiful pale yellow quarter.

The only part you didn’t like about competition day was the damn waiting. You wanted them to get on it and start the show.

But there was something to be said about the scenery. Cowboys, as far as the eye could see. You weren’t interested in the ones in the stands, and while the calf roping was impressive, you weren’t looking at them either. You wanted a rider. You weren’t picky, whether they be bareback bronc, saddle bronc or bull rider.

All you knew what some lucky cowboy out there was coming home with you tonight. And as it seemed, you might be taking two.

You couldn’t help yourself. Your ears perked up as soon as you heard the word, ‘bet’. Now you weren’t necessarily a gambler, but you did like a challenge.

And the two men in front of you looked to be the perfect one. You placed your hands on your hips as you grinned at them, both larger than average, hopefully in every way.

“Ma’am.” The man with honey-blonde hair and piercing blue eyes said, tipping his hat.

“Well?” You asked walking closer, “What are we betting on?” You asked, crossing your arms.

”Arthur and I are betting on who’s score will be higher.” the darker man said, his thick braid hanging over his shoulder.

“Oh? What’s your event?” You asked.

“Bareback.” Arthur said, with a small nod.

“Where are my manners?” You chuckled softly, shaking your head, “I’m y/n, y/n y/l/n.” You said, putting out your hand.

“Arthur Morgan.”

“Charles Smith.” You shook both the man’s hands, imagining how they might feel running down your body.

“Well gentleman, can I get in on your bet?” You asked, “I’m looking for a new PR. I’m hoping to get under 16.96 seconds.” You said with a smile.

“For barrel racing?” Arthur asked.

“Well what else could I be competing in?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. He blushed, his cheeks growing rosy, cute.

“And if you beat your time?” Charles asked, smiling at you, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

“Then you’ll be covering my tab tonight.” You grinned, looking at the two men. “But if I beat my time and win…” you trailed off, biting your lip. “Then I’ll take you both home, how does that sound?”

The men’s eyes widened, both of their eyes went to you before looking at each other. A silent conversation passed between them.

“Ma’am,” Arthur started, “I think you got a deal.”

Arthur didn’t think his nerves could get any damn worse, and in walked the woman of his dreams, right next to the man of his dreams. He spit onto the ground, his hands wrapped around the bars of the chute as he watched the riders go in front of him. Most of them had done fairly well, only one had been disqualified.

He was antsy, more than usual. Constantly rubbing the back of his neck like something or someone was burning a hole into him.

But he wouldn’t look, wouldn’t dare.

“Ready?” He looked up, the rider in front of him nodding as the door swung open. He watched the kid- he couldn’t have been more than twenty two- as he held on. The buzzer blared, and the two pickup riders flanked him. The kid climbed on, waving his hat to the crowd, a grin splitting his face.

It was his turn now. He adjusted his grip on the riggings, his boots in the spurs. He took a deep breath, before nodding. The chute flew open, he forced his heels above the horse's shoulders, everything was muscle memory at this point. Knees up and down. The roar of the crowd muffled as time seemed to slow. His hand waved in the air, the rawhide creaked beneath his grip. He could feel the horse’s muscles shift under his thighs, his body thrown forward and back as it bucked. Through gritted teeth, he tightened his grip, his muscles straining and stretched. God, he was getting old.

BUZZ

The damn horse was still bucking. A pickup rider came up on his right, he grabbed his waist, pulling himself off his horse and behind him.

He jumped off near the chutes, his knees aching as he hit the dirt. He looked up at the screen, wiping the sweat from his face.

87.6

“Gonna be hard to beat.” Charles’ voice cut through the announcer's speech.

His head snapped up to look at him. An easy smile tugged at Charles’ lips, his dark eyes shone like amber in the sunlight.

“I’m sure you’ll find a way.” He mumbled, shielding his face as he tipped the brim of his hat down. He climbed out of the arena, pausing to watch Charles ride.

He took a deep breath, almost more nervous for his ride than his own. His jet black braid hung down his back, swinging back and forth as he turned his head. He held his breath, watching as Charles' head dipped down.

The chute swung open, the bronc bucking wildly as he moved around the arena. Charles was flawless, like the horse was an extension of himself. That’s what set him apart from other riders, riders like himself. Maybe he’d felt like that in his younger years, but now he just prayed he would remember how to stay on.

In a flash it was over, and he was sad to see it end. It was beautiful, the raw power in both Charles and the horse under him.

His eyes snapped towards the screen.

88.2

He laughed, grinning as he looked to Charles. He wouldn’t mind paying for his drinks, not at all. If Charles was lucky, he’d be walking out here with the grand title.

“Didn’t look too hard to beat!” Arthur chuckled, clapping Charles on his shoulder as he walked out of the arena.

“Like hell it didn’t.” Charles chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m pretty sure I could hear my mother screaming from the stands.”

“I have no doubt about that.” He hummed, shaking his head.

“Nice riding boys.” That sweet, melodic voice filled his ears. He stopped dead in his tracks, almost tripping over his boots.

“Thanks.” Charles said, smooth as butter as he smirked down at you. Arthur swallowed thickly, heat creeping up his neck as his blood rushed south.

“Make sure you two watch the barrel racing.” You smirked, winking at them as you walked past. Your wranglers hugged your ass, making him want to sink his teeth into it. If you won today, he might actually get the chance to.

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

You watched the other girls go in front of you. One would cut it too close and turned a barrel. It was a bummer, all that hard work to go to nothing. Although that just meant less competition for you.

You patted Glory’s neck, she was as antsy as you were.

“Almost time, girl.” You hummed.

You looked up at the girl's time in front of you.

17.2

Not bad.

They opened the gates, and you slowly led Glory out into the arena. Her hooves moved quickly under her as you held the reins back.

You had your eyes set on the first barrel, just waiting for the buzzer to come.

The sound filled the air, and you were off. Flying across the dirt as you guided the reins. She turned quickly around the first one, cutting it almost too close. You regained your balance, melding your front against her back as you leaned over her. She curved around the second barrel, heading down the dirt towards the last one. Your heart pounded against your chest as you skirted the last one, slapping the reins against her flank as you raced across the arena. You pulled her to a stop, panting as you looked back at the screen.

No fucking way.

16.89.

You grinned, waving your hat to the audience before guiding her back to the other horses. As you rode her out of the pen, your eyes landed on two cowboys, each with a shit eating grin on their face.

You would be saving two horses tonight.

“You know, it ain’t fair that the poorest man out of the three of us is paying.” Arthur huffed, a teasing smile on his lips as his hand lazily wrapped around his glass.

You were positively buzzed, high on your win along with Charles’. You snickered, raising your own glass as you took a drink.

Charles laughed, deep from his belly as he threw his head back. His hand clapping Arthur on the shoulder, nearly shoving him forward from the force of it.

“The poorest man? If I remember correctly I don’t own my own ranch.” He chuckled, his cheeks ruddy as he grinned at him.

“That don’t make me any richer!” Arthur laughed, shaking his head. You hummed to yourself, your gaze flicking from one to the other.

“So how’d the two of you get into circuits?” You asked, resting your elbows on the table, subtly pushing your breasts forward, wondering if they’d take the bait. Arthur’s eyes flicked from yours to your chest. Clearing his throat as he looked away. Charles smirked, holding your gaze.

“My dad was a part of it when he was younger, not to this level but…” Arthur shrugged, taking a swig from his glass. “Growing up there wasn’t much to do but work and ride.”

“And you?” You asked, finding Charles' piercing gaze.

“We always had horses. Thought I could make a living doing something I loved.” He said as he shrugged his broad shoulders.

Heat flooded your body as you sipped your drink, although you didn’t know if it was from the alcohol or their heated looks.

“What about you?” Arthur asked, clearing his throat.

“Well I was in 4H for a while, my grandparents had a horse and I just became obsessed.” You chuckled, shaking your head. “I was that weird horse girl in school.”

“But it paid off didn’t it?” He asked, raising his glass.

“I guess it did.” You smiled, clinking your glass against his and Charles'. “I love racing, but I love horses more. I own a little place and breed them for the most part. It’s a small operation but it keeps the bills paid and I don’t have to sit behind a desk.”

“Hear, hear.” Charles chuckled, taking a long swig.

Arthur waved over the waitress, handing her his card as he leaned back in his chair.

“Eager?” You teased, biting your lip.

“Wha- no! No ma’am just-“ He went beet red, letting out a sigh. “Just making sure I don’t forget to pay our tab.” He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.

Charles chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. “Oh you wanna chime in Charles?”

“No, no I’m perfectly content.” He mused.

“Well I’ll admit it then.” You said, tipping your glass back as you finished what was left, “Which one of you has the room with the bigger bed?”

The men looked at each other.

“I got a queen in mine.” Arthur said, clearing his throat.

“California king.” Charles smirked, following suit as he downed his whiskey.

“Course you do.” Arthur said, rolling his eyes.

“Ain’t a competition boys,” You chuckled, “just wanna make sure they’ll be room enough for all of us.” You smirked, looking between the two of them.

“Oh, they’ll be room sweetheart.”

The three of you quickly left the bar, you were glad that Arthur was thinking ahead with paying his tab. Charles’ hand wrapped around your waist, his fingers splayed over your skin. Arthur’s fingers linked through yours, his cheeks ruddy as you all walked back to Arthur’s pickup.

Arthur got into the driver seat as Charles opened the door for you. You were squished between the men, each of their tree trunk thighs pressed up against yours.

Heat was starting to pool in your core, butterflies fluttering in your belly. Arthur’s hand found your denim clad thigh, squeezing it gently.

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears as he pulled up to the Days Inn. You crawled out of the car after Arthur, the doors slammed shut as you walked into the hotel. Ignoring the not so subtle looks from the receptionist, Charles lead you down the hall towards his room. Pulling out his card, he swiped it through the slot. The light turned green as the door clicked open.

Once inside, Charles pulled off his jacket, laying it on the chair next to the desk. It wasn’t necessarily a fancy room, but the bed was definitely big enough for the three of you. The sheets were neatly folded and tucked, and you couldn’t wait to mess them up.

Arthur unbuttoned his sleeves, pulling them up to his elbows as he pulled off his boots. You watched as Charles did the same, kicking his boots off to the side of the room. You bit your lip, turning your attention to Arthur as he crossed his arms.

“I wanna thank you for paying.” You said softly, running your hands down his chest.

“It was my pleasure, ma’am.” He mumbled, the tips of his ears turning pink.

“Oh it will be.” You smirked, your fingers touching his belt buckle. “This okay?” You asked, meeting his azure eyes. He nodded, his Adam’s apple bobbing. You bit your lip, unsnapping the buckle. His breath hitched as you unbuttoned his jeans.

“Breathe Arthur.” Charles said, much closer than you realized. A wall of heat connected with your back, as he tucked his chin over your shoulder.

You pulled him out of his jeans, your mouth watering at the sight of him. You wrapped your hand around him, stroking him.

“Jesus.” He breathed, swallowing thickly as he shut his eyes. You could feel Charles chuckle, the sound rumbling through his chest.

“Feels good, don’t it?” He mused, his breath sending shivers down your spine.

“Feels- fuck feel amazing sweetheart.” You couldn’t tell if he was talking to you or Charles, you didn’t care either way. You pulled your hand away for a second, trying and failing to hold back your smirk as he whined at the loss of contact. You spit in your hand, running your saliva over his mushroom head. “Oh Christ.” His eyes rolled in the back of his head. How damn touched starved was this man? You’d hardly touched him and from the way he was panting and cursing, it sounded like he’d blow his load any minute. And you didn’t want that to be anywhere but inside you.

You fell to your knees, ignoring the dull ache as you dropped.

“Honey you don’t-“

“She wants to, don’t she?” You nodded, wrapping your hands around his thick cock. You pressed a kiss to his head, smirking as you felt him suck in a breath. Charles’ hands gathered up your hair, pulling it back from your face.

You cupped his heavy balls, fondling them as you licked a stripe up his shaft. You took him into your mouth, humming at the slightly salty taste. Hollowing your cheeks, you pushed forward. Gripping his thighs as he hit the back of your throat.

“Holy shit-“ He breathed above you, your scalp stung as Charles tugged you back.

“This alright honey?” You nodded, sucking Arthur’s head as you looked up at Charles. He started to guide you, pushing you forward on Arthur’s cock. You focused on your breathing, tears stinging your eyes as Charles pulled you back and forth.

The moans that fell from Arthur’s lips were near pornographic. One of your hands moved from his thigh to between your legs, pressing your hand against your core. You rocked on your hand, finding some sweet friction through your jeans.

“Oh fuck- she likes it, don’t you sweetheart?” Charles asked, his breath falling heavily from his lips. You nodded, bobbing on Arthur as you hummed. Arthur nearly crumbled, his hand flew out to grab onto Charles shoulder, steadying himself.

“I’m not gonna- damnit- I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that.” Arthur said through gritted teeth.

You doubled down on your efforts, swallowing around him. Your eyes found his, before they rolled back into his head. His dick jumped in your mouth, spurting cum down your throat. You gagged, pulling back as you worked to swallow it all down.

“Fuck me.” Arthur chuckled breathlessly, his thumb brushing over your lips. He pulled you to your feet, crashing his lips against yours. Charles moved your hair over your shoulder, kissing up your neck.

“Bed.” You panted, threading your fingers through Arthur’s honey brown hair, while your other hand cradled Charles face.

The men lead you to the bed, Charles deft fingers unbuttoning your shirt, tugging it down your body. Arthur sat back on the bed, tugging your forward by your hips. You stepped in between his parted legs, goosebumps erupting on your skin as Charles unhooked your bra. Arthur’s hand flew to your breasts, his mouth following suit as he circled your nipple with his tongue. You moaned, pulling him closer by his hair. Charles' finger hooked under your jaw, turning you to face him. He kissed you, his tongue swiping against your lips as he silently asked for entrance.

You parted your lips, your tongue dancing against his in your mouth. You reached for Charles' belt, unbuckling it. He moaned into you as you wrapped your hand around his dick. Your eyes snapped open as you felt just how big he was. Arthur nipped at your breast, turning your attention back to him.

“Get on the bed, sweetheart.” You nodded, tongue tied as you climbed onto the bed. Charles kicked off his pants and briefs, as Arthur’s hand wrapped around your calf, tugging you down the bed. You let out a small squeak, your heart pounding as he pulled off your jeans. “Could they be any tighter?” He chuckled.

You bit your lip, a small chuckle escaping. His fingers dipped under the waistband of your underwear, tugging them off as well.

Now you were all bare, naked as the day you were born. Charles was stroking himself, his eyes dark and heavy as he watched you and Arthur.

“I wanna taste.” Charles hummed, stepping closer. Arthur moved from between your legs, the bed dipping slightly as he joined you on the bed. You swallowed thickly, staring down at Charles as his broad shoulders pushed your thighs further apart. Arthur brushed a few strands back from your face, licking his lips as he looked down.

Charles descended, licking a stripe up your slit. He sucked your clit into his mouth, a pathetic mewl falling from your lips. Your body was on fire, each nerve ablaze as he feasted on you.

“Charles- oh god-“ He moaned into your mound, circling your clit with his tongue. Your head fell back against Arthur’s shoulder, you hadn’t even realized he’d moved behind you. You fisted his hair, your hips rising on this own accord. He slung his arm over your waist, holding you down. His tongue thrusted into your hole, licking up into you.

“Charles!” You cried, your legs trembling on either side of his head.

“Atta girl, come on his face.” Arthur drawled behind you, throwing you over the edge. You cried out, probably pulling out his hair as hard as you cling to him. You shamelessly grind against his face as he slurped up your cum.

He pulled back, a grin spread across his face as he panted.

“Bet she tastes perfect.” Arthur mused, trailing his hand up and down your arm.

“Wanna find out?” Charles grinned as he leaned over you. His hand wrapped around the back of Arthur’s neck as he pulled him into a kiss. Arthur’s eyes widened, a muffled noise of surprise leaving him before he melted. Charles' hard cock rubbed against your thigh as you watched the two. You were weightless beneath them, no doubt dripping at their display. They pulled apart, a line of saliva connecting them.

“Yeah… she tastes real good.” Arthur murmured, his eyes hazy as he stared at Charles’ lips. Charles slowly swiped his thumb against Arthur’s lips before turning back to you.

“Think you’re ready for me?” You nodded, shamelessly wiggling your hips. He grinned, almost blinding you with how his face lit up. He shuffled slightly, guiding himself to your weeping core. You breathed as he pushed in, it was a pinch, but the good kind. Your moan filled the air before being swallowed by Charles.

“So tight.” Charles moaned against your lips, his eyes half lidded as he thrusted deep. Your breath punched out of your lungs with each thrust. Arthur’s hands cupped your breasts, thumbing your nipples as your body was propelled into his lap. Charles hands gripped your hips, you’d definitely have bruises in the morning. The thought pushed you higher, knowing every time you looked at your body you’d remember this moment.

“Fuck- oh Charles-“ You whined, scrambling for purchase against Arthur.

“Ain’t that pretty.” Arthur moaned, hardening against your bare back.

“Y/n.” Charles groaned, his eyes squeezing shut. “Where- where do you want it?”

“Inside, I’m on the pill.” You moaned, your nails digging into Arthur’s bicep.

He thrust once, twice, three times before stilling inside you. His hips jolted with each pulse, your name falling from his lips like a prayer. You were all panting harshly, your hair stuck to your forehead with sweat. He slowly pulled out, smoothing his hand down your belly as he spread your legs.

“Pretty girl.” Charles hummed, his touch reverent.

“Can I, sweetheart?” Arthur’s breath sent shivers down your spine as he whispered in your ear. Your head lolled back and forth as you met his eyes. Charles got up, heading to the bathroom as Arthur moved to between your thighs.

“Shit- you were right, she’s real pretty.” Arthur chuckled, a smirk on his lips as he pumped his cock. “This all for us?” Arthur mused, his hand rubbing your thigh.

“All for you.” He scooted closer, swiping the head of his cock through your slicked folds. An overstimulated mewl left your lips.

”Arthur-“ He pushed in with a groan of his own. Your eyes rolled back, pleasure spiking up your spine. “Arthur!” You cried, your nails digging into his biceps. Arthur hissed, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face as he looked down at you. His mind was a mess, clearly thinking with his other head. Charles had kissed him, he’d tasted you on his lips. Now he was balls deep as you marked up his arms. Maybe he’d gotten knocked off the bronc earlier in the day, maybe this was all some coma induced dream. Tears pricked your eyes, clouding your vision as you looked up at him. Your body seized up, your thighs clenching around his hips as your second orgasm rocked through you.

“God damnit.” He groaned, hanging his head as he came. Heat flooded your core, as his weight settled on top of you. He ran his nose up and down the column of your throat, your heart beat pounding in your ears. You ran your hands up and down his freckled back, looking up as Charles walked back into the room.

“You’re crushing her.” Charles chuckled, replacing your hand as he rubbed Arthur’s back. He pulled out of you with a sigh, flopping down on the bed beside you.

You flinched as a warm rag ran down your slit. “Easy.” Charles said, like he was calming a frightened animal. You relaxed, letting him clean you up.

“Sorry.” You chuckled weakly, your hand resting between your breasts. Arthur turned to face you, brushing your hair back from your face. You smiled, leaning into his touch. The bed dipped as Charles laid down on your other side. His hand splayed across your belly as he shuffled closer. You closed your eyes, breathing in the scent of clean sheets and sex.

Arthur was sure he was still dreaming. The morning sun cut through the cheap curtains, shining directly into his eyes. He groaned, burying his face back into his pillow. Although, he didn’t remember pillows giggling.

“Not a morning person?” You teased, lightly scratching his scalp.

“Thought you owned your own ranch, Arthur?” Charles’ baritone voice vibrated through his bones.

He pulled back, looking down at you before looking over at Charles. He cleared his throat, trying to maintain an ounce of dignity.

“Well normally I ain’t up all night.” He mumbled, heat flooding his cheeks. You chuckled, the sound warming his chest better than a cup of coffee.

“We didn’t wear you out too much did we?”

“You forget sweetheart, Arthur’s on the older side.” Charles teased, smirking at him.

“Shut up.” He rolled his eyes, not bothering to fight the smile that tugged at his lips.

“Just messing with you, fool.” Charles said, nudging his shoulder. What he would have assumed as a friendly gesture before, felt anything but. His body lit up where his elbow connected.

“Shit.” You groaned, looking over at the red blinking numbers on the alarm clock. You climbed out of bed, limping slightly.

“You alright, darlin?” Arthur asked, his hand going to your elbow to steady you.

“I’m alright, big guy.” You chuckled, patting his chest, your eyes sparkled as they met him. “Just a little sore.” He smiled sheepishly, his stomach flip-flopping. You grabbed your phone off the nightstand, his spirit falling as you pulled away. “Number?” You asked, smiling so damn sweetly up at him. He told you, and next was Charles. Both their phones buzzed as you sent a text.

“I don’t mean to run, but I was supposed to be on the road around five this morning.” You chuckled, grabbing your clothes from off the floor.

Shit, Arthur grabbed his phone, checking the time. He still had three hours before his flight, thank god.

“You’ll let us know when you get home safe, right?” Arthur asked, looking up as you zipped up your pants.

“Yes sir.” You teased, Charles chuckled as he pulled on his own pants.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.” He chided, although his tone lacked any heat

“Who says I can’t finish it?” You said with mock-offense, “You wanna bet?”

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