For a moment, he disappeared into another room and Laird tilted his head trying to catch a glimpse of the cowboy. But all he heard were footsteps. Smiling, he turned and looked out the window at the rolling waters of the ocean off in the distance. He could hear the water crashing into the rocks, and periodically a seagull would screech. Other than that, it was quiet, peaceful; precisely what Race had asked for. "This is perfect," Race's voice interrupted his thoughts. He looked around to see Race leaning against the doorframe of the living room. "After all the searching, I think this one is perfect." "Do you want to put in an offer?" Race smiled, walked over to him, and leaned over. Laird closed his eyes and helplessly offered up his lips. A sigh escaped as Race skillfully kissed him until his mind screamed with pleasure and his body trembled. He pulled his mouth away only for air but when he opened his eyes, Race was looking at him in that way that made his heart swell and his cock jerk with excitement.
