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Macon's Story (MM)

Rough in the Saddle 1

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Heat Rating: SEXTREME
Word Count: 23,058
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[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Cowboy Romance, M/M, HEA]

Macon Sumner loves two things in the world. One is taboo, his best friend Wade Sutherland. His second love is the rodeo, where their problems begin. When a nosy reporter clicks a picture at the rodeo, capturing Wade and Macon kissing, life is never the same and neither are their relationships with their family and peers.

As outcasts in their small, narrow-minded town, Wade and Macon feel the effects daily. Wade becomes secretive with their relationship, foolishly believing that hiding is the answer. What he doesn’t realize is how much harm he is inflicting on Macon by doing so.

Sneaking away for intimate moments with Wade are as hurtful as the glares Macon receives from people who are supposed to be neighbors, friends. Even roping buddies have stopped inviting them to functions. He can’t stand how he feels or how Wade is treating him. When he receives a call from Zander Wesley, he sees a new life and opportunity for him and Wade.

Note: This book is written in one point of view.

Note: This book was previously available as a free read on Goodreads under the title Rough in the Saddle.

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Excellent book.

- dmerideth55

Great read! I fell in love with Macon and Wade. Now, I'm buying the rest of the series. Can't wait to get to know the other guys at the XYZ Ranch.

- Olivia Black

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Excerpt

 

STORY EXCERPT

 

Wade padded out of his tiny bedroom toward the kitchen. Coffee was his first order of business to attend to. He realized he missed being at home. His mother would already be up, with a fresh pot of coffee waiting and breakfast cooking on the stove. Since he moved out nearly six months ago, his diet consisted mainly of toaster-ready breakfast meals in the morning, lunch at his parents’ house, and most anything off the menu of the local diner, Angela’s Place, for dinner.

It had been past time to move out. But who in their right mind would purposely leave a place with home-cooked meals, laundry service, a job, and all bills paid? The event that changed his life eight months earlier helped nudge him out of the nest, only because he couldn’t stand the tension any longer, or the crummy looks his father offered as a result.

One scoop of ground coffee, then two, dropped into the waiting filter. He yawned as he pulled the pot out and moved to the sink to fill it. As he turned on the water, he looked out the window to the driveway. His shiny, blue Ford truck shimmered in the sunlight. Outside of that truck, and the trailer parked by the fence, Wade only had one other possession he adored. That was Macon Sumner.

The water ran over while he got lost in his thoughts. Wade wasn’t much of a morning person, at all. He shut the faucet off and poured the excess out. His ears perked up as a familiar rumble outside grew closer and closer. He smiled and poured the water into the maker, then flipped the on switch.

The back door flew open and Macon entered. “Hot damn! What a great day.” He grinned and pulled out a chair and sat down. “I see you’re up, but that’s about all I can say.” He motioned to the fact that Wade was still wearing his boxers and sporting morning wood.

Wade shook his head. Macon was a morning person, and an annoying one at that. Wade leaned against the counter and leveled his gaze on the sandy-blond-haired guy he grew up with. Even after all these years, Macon still had his crooked grin and dimples when he smiled extra hard. Macon’s bright blue eyes regarded Wade, raking over his naked torso. “Have I ever been a morning person, man?” Wade raised a questioning brow.

“No, but it’s about damn time. Tell that coffee maker of yours to hurry it up. We need to pour a couple of cups down your throat and get you jump-started.”

Wade chuckled. “You’re like that annoying rabbit that keeps going and going.”

“Really?” Macon adjusted the front of his jeans. “That’s the first complaint about my energy and stamina.” He winked and took off his ball hat and tossed it on the table.

The guy never ceased to surprise Wade or to excite him. After all they had been through, he never tired of looking at Macon’s handsome face, bright blue eyes, and short, stylish hair. His smile was one that Wade couldn’t resist and it never failed to brighten his day. He liked many, many other qualities about Macon, and those concerned his fit and muscled body, tight, round ass, and what was concealed beneath the denim.

Macon chuckled and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms while appraising Wade with a grin. His legs were relaxed and gaped open wide, with his boot-clad feet sprawled out in front of him. The worn denim of his jeans molded around his muscular legs and highlighted his bulge. Around his waist was the belt Wade bought him a few years back, and the buckle they won in the team roping championship last fall prominently commanded his attention. “See something you like?”

“As always.” Wade grinned and turned to pull two cups from the cabinet. “As much as I’d like to explore, I’ll have to take a rain check. Dad has a shit-ton of calves that have to be worked today. I need to get my ass over there and not give him any more reasons to be disgusted with me.”

“Is it still that bad?” Macon reached for the cup of coffee Wade handed him.

Wade shrugged. “He’s actually down to one or two offhanded comments a day now. How’s your old man?”

Macon sipped his coffee. “Whew, hot.”

“You know it’s hot, so why do you do that?” Wade shook his head and snorted.

Macon awarded him with a middle-finger salute.

Wade smiled. “Later.”

Macon sat his cup down and tapped his fingers on the table for a moment. “To be honest, my dad isn’t a barrel of fucking laughs either. I’m just getting better at ignoring him.” He paused and shrugged. “I figure it’s my life, not his, or anyone else’s. My business is my business and really, they can all kiss my ass. You should adopt that attitude as well.” He nodded his head as if speaking the gospel.

Wade took a sip of coffee.If it were only as easy for me.

“Oooh, shit. I’m going to be late for work.” Macon hopped up out of his chair. “I’ll be by to pick you up at seven.” He walked over to Wade. “Be ready.” He kissed him softly. “I’ll have everything loaded.”

Wade groaned and grabbed Macon’s belted waist and pulled him closer. “Oh, believe me, I’ll be waiting.” He angled his head to the side and gently kissed Macon’s neck. “All the things I’m going to do to you, boy.”

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

Wade became nervous and oddly excited about the notion of jacking off with his best friend. “Don’t you feel weird about this?” he’d asked, and averted his gaze, but he couldn’t keep his eyes from wandering down to watch Macon unzip his jeans.

“Hell no. It’s not like we haven’t seen each other’s dicks before.” Macon sat up on his knees and pushed his jeans down. His erection popped out, his pale flesh highlighted by the fire. “And don’t tell me you don’t stroke yours.”

“Well, I—”

Macon had laughed and grabbed the tube, flipped open the lid, and squeezed out a healthy dose. “Suit yourself, liar.”

Wade watched with eagerness as Macon lubed his shaft and groaned with enthusiasm. There was something about the deep sound of his voice when it rumbled in his chest, and the way his face took on a contented expression. Something about the moment just left him awestruck and rendered him speechless.

“Oh, yeah, this is awesome.” Macon hummed while pulling slowly from the base of his cock to the tip, before traveling back down the length again. The fire made the lube glisten and shine.

Whether it was the alcohol, countless erotic pictures, or Macon stroking his cock in front of him, Wade couldn’t decide which had him more turned on. The warm orange light of the fire homed in on Macon’s face, accenting his cheekbones and the curve of his lips as they opened and then smiled with a sensual expression. Wade couldn’t peel his eyes away from the scene playing out in front of him. A new desire percolated through his veins, a feeling unlike any he’d ever experienced when around any girl he had dated. The feeling so overwhelming, in fact…it caused his dick to become painfully erect.

“You know you want to, Wade.” Macon spoke softly and opened his eyes, his hand still working his swollen shaft. “This is between you and me. It will never leave camp.”

Wade wobbled as he moved to his knees. The alcohol had his mind abuzz, and the moment caused his heart to race erratically. His fingers fumbled with his belt. He couldn’t shake the newfound thrill that made his skin tingle. Quickly, he managed to gain control of his faculties, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. Macon offered an approving smile as Wade shoved his jeans down and reached for the lube. His hands shook as he squeezed out almost a handful, not meaning to take so much.

As his heart irregularly beat in his chest, his hand reached for his cock. The heat from the fire, and his nervousness, made him break out in a sweat. His cock hurt so bad, he could barely stand to stroke it. Watching Macon pleasure himself without regard or embarrassment caused Wade’s balls to pull up tight.

“That’s it, Wade, stroke it,” Macon encouraged him, never losing his rhythm. His hips moved, pushing his cock through his grip with slow and easy strokes. His flat washboard abs flexed while his hips wiggled and thrust forward.

Wade’s breaths came quickly, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He was so hard and so wound up at that moment. He couldn’t stop the uncontrollable desire or the quivers that raced through his gut. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His release hovered seemingly at the tip. He didn’t want to blow so fast in front of Macon. Wouldn’t that make him seem weak, he wondered, as he took another large gulp of air.

When he found the control he wanted, he opened his eyes and Macon was there, a few inches away. Something feral and dark loomed in his expression. His normally playful blue eyes were narrowed, piercing. Wade wanted to speak, but couldn’t. His words lumped in his chest when Macon grabbed his cock and took over the task for him. A shuddered breath was all he could manage. Having Macon grasp his cock terrified and shocked him, but more so, it excited the hell out of him.

“I’ve always wanted to do this, Wade,” Macon stated with an intense look on his face. “I’ve dreamt of this, me and you…like this.”

“You—you have?” Wade stuttered, and his stomach muscles tightened. It felt so wrong, but at the same time, so right.

“Oh, yeah.” Macon pulled Wade’s cock with a tight grip, sending Wade’s head spinning with an overload of emotions. “I’ve always wanted to do this, too.” He paused and moved closer, pressing his cock against Wade’s. He wrapped both of his hands around their swollen shafts and slowly moved his hips back and forth, rubbing them together. “Oh, hell, it feels better than I could have imagined.”

Wade couldn’t summon the courage to move or mutter a word. He was overcome with longing to experience more. The feel of their cocks gliding over each other in Macon’s hands was out of this world. His eyes closed as he succumbed, and he reveled in the new sensation. Each and every defined ripple of their shafts bumped over each other’s and sent a new jolt of electricity to his nerve endings.

“It feels awesome, doesn’t it?” Macon thrust with a little more intent and squeezed tighter.

“Yes.” Wade gasped and opened his eyes. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to touch Macon and feel his lips pressed against his own. With a tentative hand, he reached out and grazed Macon’s bare chest. His skin was smooth with hard muscles flexing under his flesh. Nature took over, pushing out all rational thoughts and feelings. Slowly Wade moved closer, his eyes connecting with Macon’s as he neared. He moistened his lips and his body quivered when his lips were a breath away. “Can I kiss you?”

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