[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Cowboy Romance, M/M, sex toys, HEA]
Everett Davis never expected to find his wife in bed with his best friend. Divorce gives him a second chance to be true to himself after hiding his secret desires for years. Packing up and walking away to take a farrier job at the XYZ Ranch lands him in quite a predicament.
Kyle Quinten, the ranch trainer, catches Everett’s attention. The only problem is the fact that Kyle is ten years his junior and has his sights set on winning Everett’s affection. Kyle isn’t concerned with the age difference and wants nothing more than to help heal Everett’s heart.
Fantasies were all Everett had ever experienced. When Kyle blatantly invites Everett to act on his desires, neither will ever be the same. Everett is led by his overwhelming passion for Kyle but fears the age difference between them will eventually cause problems.
Will Everett let go of his hang-ups and submit to the younger man who has fallen for him?
A Siren Erotic Romance
- donna b buccella
Everett glanced around, looking so handsome and manly sitting atop Friday. Kyle had a hard time not getting excited by the notion of being alone with the man, truly alone. Even though his attraction made him want to act irrationally, Kyle knew he needed to ignore the desire he felt for him and instead work to discover the secret that haunted him.
Kyle dismounted and tied Venus to a small sapling near the river. Everett followed and after securing Friday he took in the surrounding landscape.
“This place is really amazing.”
“Yeah, I think this is what finalized my decision,” Kyle said and picked up a rock. “Outside of the opportunity here, I love the peace, the beauty.”
Kyle skipped the rock across the glassy surface of the water, leaving trails behind as it bounced. “Three.”
Everett grinned and picked up his own stone, leveled up and threw it. He watched for a moment until the rock disappeared. “Four.”
“Well, it would seem we’re in another competition,” Kyle said and launched another rock. The stone skipped quickly. “Woo hoo! Six!”
“Are you always so easy going?” Everett asked as he knelt and sorted through the rocks for the best candidate.”
“Sure, why not? Life isn’t always easy, but we’re in charge of our happiness. I choose to be happy,” Kyle replied and watched Everett throw his flat, rounded stone with a grunt.
“Eight,” Everett stated in a dull tone.
“I don’t know you and can’t act like I do, but I see a conflicted man,” Kyle admitted, earning him a deep chuckle in return.
“Whatever gave you that idea?” Everett asked with amusement. “Don’t I seem totally happy with life?”
Kyle stared at him for a moment. “No, you’re not. I see a man conflicted by life.”
Everett stood up and met his gaze. “Why does life have to throw curveballs? That’s all I want to know.”
Kyle shrugged. “Why must we make it seem so?”
“Ah, I see. You’re using psychology against me,” Everett replied with an amused frown.
“No,” Kyle disagreed. “I’m pointing out the fact that we’re in control whether we believe we are or not. Life is relatively simple.”
Everett belted out a sarcastic chuckle. “I suppose you’d like to know who was on the other end of that call earlier.”
“As a matter of fact, I do,” Kyle admitted.
“It was my daughter,” Everett said and stared blankly at him. “She wants to know why it isn’t a good idea to come visit me here this summer,” he continued and shook his head with disbelief.
“Why not?” Kyle asked. “There is nothing here to harm her except boredom.”
Everett sarcastically laughed and looked at him like he was crazy. “You’re kidding right?”
“No.” Kyle stopped to laugh. “What would any girl need to worry about on a ranch full of gay men?”
“She doesn’t know where I am,” Everett said and sighed.
Kyle didn’t understand where the conversation was going or what Everett perceived to be a problem. The men on the XYZ wouldn’t do anything to bother her, and really, would probably enjoy her presence.
“I don’t see the problem, Everett. Is she really young and doesn’t realize that men can be with men and women can be with women?”
Everett shook his head. “No, she is in her first year of college. She is well aware of the fact.”
“So what? You’re embarrassed that you work on a ranch with homosexuals?” Kyle asked and sort of felt his feathers ruffle.
“No!” Everett replied with a hint of anger. “It’s not like that.”
“Really?” Kyle asked and moved toward Everett. He was getting somewhere closer to the truth. Now all he needed to do was push a little. “It seems to me you don’t want your little girl to know.”
“That’s bullshit,” Everett barked.
“Tell me then, what’s the big damn deal. She’s old enough to understand, yet you’d rather her stay away? What, a straight man can’t work for a gay cooperative? Is that it?”
“Fuck no!” Everett barked. “She doesn’t know that her father may be gay!”
And there it was, the truth of it all, just like Kyle predicted. No straight man would work in the middle of nowhere with a group of homosexual men, not a normal one anyway. He didn’t care how hard up for money or a job, they type didn’t exist. Everett was just as he suspected, in the closet and confused as hell about his predicament.
“Ah, now we’re getting somewhere,” Kyle said and stared directly at Everett.
“You can’t even begin to understand, so don’t act like you do,” Everett replied with narrowed eyes.
“Oh, so you think I don’t have a clue what you’re going through? Huh, back up, buddy, you have no idea,” Kyle said and felt anger and desire clash together.
“Really? You—” Everett pointed. “You’re gay, or I suspect so, and you think you know what it is like to not be sure who you are? Good one.”
Kyle grabbed Everett’s coat and pulled him close. Anger forced his hand and while not one to be combative, he hated assumptions. “I was married, thought I was straight at one time. Don’t accuse me of being ignorant to what you’re going through.”
Everett’s eyes shifted from intense ire to a softer expression. “You were married?”
“If I hadn’t made myself clear, I’ll say it so there isn’t any misunderstanding. I would like nothing better than to fuck at this point,” Kyle said as he stood up and moved toward Everett. “I’ve never been one for beating around the bush,” he continued, his eyes sparkling with intent. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a couple of condoms and a bottle of lube, tossing them to Everett.
Everett lost his breath as he caught the condoms and the bottle. He looked at the foil-wrapped packages in his hand and then back at Kyle.
“I know this is your first time,” Kyle whispered and leaned down, pressing his lips to Everett’s. He stared into his eyes and tilted Everett’s chin up. “The mechanics are quite similar, only better.”
Everett’s control was immediately shot to hell. He jerked Kyle’s mouth to his and thrust his tongue deep into his mouth. Kyle moaned as Everett stood up, still engaging their mouths, entwining their tongues together at a heated pace. Everett had tunnel vision, racing past foreplay, wanting nothing more than to shove his cock deep into Kyle’s ass and hear him moan. He grasped Kyle’s erection through his jeans and shoved him against the hitching post. Their kissing became erratic and sloppy, each taking shaky breaths as their hands groped, touched, and pulled at each other’s clothes.
“Yeah, lose control with me, Everett,” Kyle expelled as Everett nipped his neck and jerked his buckle open.
Kyle’s plea fueled him and all he sought was joining their bodies together. He shoved Kyle’s jeans down and squeezed his thick cock. Kyle moaned, kissing him with urgency as he unhooked Everett’s belt and quickly unbuttoned his jeans.
“I need it,” Kyle said with a shaky breath and held Everett’s face close.
Their eyes connected and everything went to static. Everett nipped Kyle’s lip and fumbled with the condom still in his hand.
“Wrap it and fuck me,” Kyle said with a growl as he unfastened Everett’s jeans.
Blood pulsed into Everett’s cock, making it hard like steel. He admired Kyle’s prick in his hand while his jeans slowly eased down his thighs. Kyle was indeed on a mission and foreplay wasn’t included.
“Mmm, lookie here,” Kyle whispered and teased Everett’s cock with his rough hand. “Nice and big. I can’t wait.”
Everett’s hands shook as he tore open a condom. It had been years since he used one, decades even.
“Let me.” Kyle coaxed and took control. He stared into Everett’s eyes, placed soft kisses to his lips as he slowly rolled the tight latex down his shaft.
Everett groaned and prayed for any semblance of control. Kyle chuckled and kissed his neck while he pushed Everett’s coat off his shoulders. He ran his fingers through Kyle’s dark hair and pulled his face up until they were staring at each other. They let out raspy breaths and Everett’s body shook uncontrollably. He couldn’t wait any longer.
“Let it all out,” Kyle spoke against Everett’s lips. “Don’t hold back what you’ve bottled up. Take control.”
“Damn.” Everett growled and spun Kyle around. He shoved him against the hitching post with his body and nipped the side of Kyle’s neck. “You have no idea.”
Kyle rubbed his ass over Everett’s hard prick. “Show me.”
Everett grabbed the lubricant and coated his throbbing cock. Kyle watched him, peering over his shoulder, and spread his legs further apart. He looked so damn hot with his jeans around his ankles, cute round ass inviting him while he held the post in wait. Everett squirted a generous amount of lube between Kyle’s cheeks and trembled when he grasped his ass and spread him open. He admired his puckered hole and swiped his thumb over it. Kyle groaned and pushed into Everett’s hand, begging for more stimulation.
“Ah, hell yes,” Kyle said with a moan as Everett slowly pushed his thumb into his bud.
Slickened fingers probed and teased, earning Everett a low rumble of enthusiasm from Kyle. Tight muscles flexed then relaxed around his thumb. He eased in and out, enjoying the soft moans he elicited.
“Kiss me,” Everett softly demanded at Kyle’s ear.
Their bodies moved in slow rhythm as their tongues swirled together. Everett held Kyle around the chest and shoulder with his left hand and fingered his rosebud with the right. Kyle moaned as his pace increased, turning from gentle to rough, thrusting his thumb in and out while rubbing over his prostate.
“Everett, oh, god, yes,” Kyle said between quickening breaths.
“I have to have you, now,” Everett stated and grasped his cock in his hand. He shook as his shaft slipped between Kyle’s cheeks, missing his target. “Damn.” He growled and tried again. Nervousness and the overwhelming urge to fuck were making him a fumbling mess.
And then he was there, slowly sinking inside of Kyle. Everett closed his eyes as the tight muscles wrapped firmly around him.
Kyle hissed and reached back to stop him from entering any further. “Easy, you’re big,” he rasped out and wiggled his hips. “So damn big,” he continued with a loud groan.
Everett stilled and squeezed his eyes shut. The urge to blow hovered close, too close. He rimmed Kyle’s puckered hole with his thumb and eased out a little.
“That’s it. Yeah, work it a little.”
With each small stroke Everett sank a little deeper each time. He couldn’t help but watch his cock disappear into Kyle’s tight ass. The sight only furthered his desire and caused his balls to draw up. He gritted his teeth together trying to stave off what was coming and gripped Kyle’s hips.
“Oh, hell yes,” Kyle moaned loudly when Everett sank all the way in.
“Get ready, boy, I can’t take anymore.”