Box Set #16: The Belt Buckle Ranch Collection, Volume 1 (All 3 books for $4.99)
In Jackson, Jackson Murphy is an architect in LA whose entire life is turned upside down when a private investigator informs him that his biological father isn’t the man that raised him. Instead, it's a man named William Rickett, who is very ill and whose last request is to meet Jackson. Dropping everything, Jackson heads to Colorado. Wyatt Thompson is the foreman at the Belt Buckle Ranch. When William passes away, it’s Wyatt’s responsibility to make sure William’s five sons stay at the ranch. His attraction to Jackson is instantaneous, but Wyatt is reluctant to follow his heart when the future is unknown.
In Robbie, Robbie Robertson’s motorcycle repair shop is failing. When a P.I arrives, Robbie realizes he isn’t alone in the world. He has a father living in Colorado that wants to meet him. Cody White has been working at the Belt Buckle Ranch for five years. He meets Robbie, and it doesn’t take long for the two men to jump into a sexual relationship. But when Robbie’s injured working on the ranch, Cody blames himself and pulls back.
In Jared, Jared Carter spends his days working in a coffee shop and his nights on stage playing music. When a private investigator tells him that he has a dad in Colorado, Jared heads to the ranch. But Jared finds out that he’s too late…his dad passed away. Jacob Monroe owns a bar in Colorado. He likes the peace and quiet, but his life is flipped upside down when a gorgeous man walks into his bar. As the two start a relationship, Jacob realizes that Jared is struggling with his past.
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The beautiful Colorado day gave way to a cool evening. Wyatt pulled on a pair of loose-fitting pajama pants after a long, hot shower. He headed into the living room and knelt in front of the fireplace. He balled up some old newspaper, using it as kindling, and started the fire. He watched as the fire grew and came to life. The flames slowly started dancing, and Wyatt closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth against his cool skin.
There was a soft knock on the door, and Wyatt stood up. He strode toward the door and pulled it open. Jackson stood on his small porch, his arms full—marshmallows, graham crackers, and a couple of Hershey bars—his favorite. Stepping back, he smiled, and Jackson looked relieved as he stepped over the threshold.
“I heard that you’re a S’mores fan. I haven’t had them in years,” Jackson told him, his voice a little timid, and Wyatt wasn’t sure why.
“I’m the best marshmallow roaster,” he said, closing the door behind the young man. “Did Mrs. Hunt put you up to this?”
“Susan…” Jackson started.
Wyatt interrupted. “She must like you.”
Jackson chuckled, placing the items on the coffee table. “She gave me a bit of advice. Listen, I’m not sure how long I’m going to be here, but I would really like to spend time with you. I think you’re a nice man and, to be honest, I’m attracted to you. I haven’t had that whole instant attraction thing before.”
“I’d like that,” Wyatt agreed easily. He wanted to spend time with Jackson. “I’m just not sure if I can be more than friends.”
It wasn’t just the fact that Jackson was William’s son. Wyatt didn’t want to become emotionally attached to someone that might be leaving. The last time he cared about someone was before he moved to Colorado from Wyoming. He couldn’t afford to fall in love again only to be left heartbroken and disappointed.
“I’d like to be friends.” Jackson grabbed the bag of marshmallows. “Are you ready to roast?”
“I’ll show you how it’s done.” Wyatt went to the kitchen and opened one of the drawers. He pulled out two long, metal skewers, and joined Jackson in the living room.
Jackson was facing the fire when he returned. He looked lost and Wyatt wanted to pull him in his arms and offer comfort, but refrained. Instead he went and stood next to Jackson. He rested his shoulder against the young man’s and they leaned into each other. After a couple of minutes, Jackson looked up at him and bumped into his shoulder.
“I’m ready to try your famous S’mores,” He held up the bag of marshmallows.
“Take a seat.” Together, they sat on the floor and Wyatt held out the skewers, sharp end facing Jackson.
Jackson opened the bag and pushed a marshmallow onto each tip. He raised a brow and Wyatt wondered what he was thinking. The question was on the tip of his tongue, but he knew it would lead them down a slippery slope, past friendship. Instead, he grinned and put the skewers in fire.
Jackson kicked the door closed and pressed his body against Wyatt’s. He grabbed the back of the man’s neck, pulling him down for a hungry kiss. Their mouths met and Jackson moaned. Wyatt began pulling at Jackson’s clothes. When Wyatt lifted his shirt, he had to break the kiss. Once his shirt was tossed to the floor, Wyatt started on Jackson’s pants.
“I need to feel you.” Wyatt growled and Jackson nodded rapidly. He batted Wyatt’s hands away and stripped in record time. He didn’t want slow and seductive, he needed Wyatt.
“Mmmm, you’re so sexy.” Wyatt moaned, and Jackson went back into his arms, rubbing his naked cock against his cowboy.
Jackson wrapped one arm around Wyatt’s waist before pushing the other down Wyatt’s pajama pants. He palmed the cowboy’s erection and Wyatt’s ass clenched in excitement. The big man’s cock was definitely size proportioned to his body. Pearly drops of pre-cum dribbled out the tip and he smeared the liquid around the head of Wyatt’s shaft.
“I want this buried inside of me,” he murmured, before sinking his teeth into Wyatt’s lower lip.
“Bedroom. Now,” Wyatt demanded, and Jackson grinned.
Wyatt grabbed Jackson’s hand, leading him down the short hallway to the master bedroom. When the bedroom door closed, Jackson lowered himself to the carpeted floor, pulling down Wyatt’s pajama pants on the way down. The material pooled at Wyatt’s feet and Jackson found himself face to hard, bobbing cock.
Licking his lips, he opened his mouth wide and sucked the man’s length down his throat. Jackson wrapped one hand around the base of Wyatt’s cock and pumped as he sucked the engorged head. His tongue swirled around the spongy head, then licked at the bundle of nerves just underneath. Jackson moved his hands, gripping Wyatt’s hips, slowly rocking the man back and forth. Wyatt gripped his shoulder and started moving, fucking his mouth, and Jackson groaned.
“Oh, God, Jackson…I’m getting close. I want to be inside you.” Wyatt grabbed his shoulders, trying to yank him up, but Jackson refused to let go of his prize. He wanted to swallow the man’s seed, to taste him on his tongue.
Robbie pulled his horse up against Cody’s. He reached out a hand and touched the cowboy’s knee, trying to offer comfort. “You don’t have to go anywhere. I’ll do whatever I can to make sure you and the others stay.”
“Are you planning to stay?” Cody asked, nudging Ginger. The horses started walking again, heading further into the field.
“I don’t really have a plan. I just wanted a fresh start and this place seemed as good as any. I lost my mom a while ago and I was really looking forward to meeting my father. Unfortunately I was too late. Now, I don’t really know what I’m going to do.” Robbie stared out at the green rolling hills.
“I–I’m sorry for your loss. I wish I knew what to say,” Cody replied in a small voice.
“I appreciate that.”
“I hope you’ll stay. William would’ve wanted you to stay here. He loved this place. What do you want to do? I mean, do you have any desire to work on the ranch?” Cody asked.
“I don’t know. I used to own a bike shop, but that didn’t work out. The bills piled up and I had no idea how to turn it around and make it a success. I thought it would be easy.” Robbie sighed. “I’m a good mechanic. But maybe I wasn’t meant to own my own garage.”
“You can still be a mechanic, if that’s your passion. We have vehicles here that need maintenance.” Cody’s mood changed, and the cowboy appeared pleased with himself for coming up with such a wonderful idea.
“I don’t really know what’s going to happen now, but if I can stay for a while, I will.” He didn’t have anywhere to go, but at this point, he didn’t know what was going to happen.
William was gone. Would he even be allowed to stay at the ranch? Jackson seemed pretty certain, but Robbie didn’t share the man’s optimism. Only time would tell.
“Well, then, I’d better put you to work and convince you to stay.”
Robbie chuckled. “Let’s finish the tour first.”
They rode side by side around the property. With each minute that passed, he felt more at ease on the back of the horse.
“Give me the condom,” Robbie ordered.
He wanted to sink inside the sexy cowboy. He wanted to feel the man’s body surrounding his own.
Cody ripped open the foil square and rolled the lubricated condom over Robbie’s shaft. “Do we have lube?” The cowboy chuckled and pulled a small packet out of his pocket. “Damn, were you a Boy Scout?”
“Yeah, actually, I was. But, in this case, I was just hopeful.” Cody ripped open the small lube packet and squeezed out a liberal amount, coating the condom before smearing the rest on his own ass.
“Don’t you think I should stretch you?” Robbie asked, raising a brow. He was all for a fast and furious fuck, but he didn’t want to hurt his partner.
“I’m stretched and ready,” he said, kicking off his boots and pulling off his tight jeans. Robbie arched a brow. At his look, Cody said, “I was horny as fuck this morning just thinking about you all night and masturbated.” He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the ground.
Robbie leaned forward and kissed the cowboy. “Are you sure you’re stretched enough?”
“Oh yeah,” Cody replied, nodding. “Now, I want you to sit on that bale of hay so I can show you how cowboys ride, stud.”
Robbie didn’t need to be told twice. He sat down on the edge. Cody moved closer, spreading his feet so that they were on either side of Robbie’s thighs. His cock was face level and in the perfect position for a taste. Wasting no time, Robbie closed the distance and took the mushroom shaped head into his mouth. He licked the pre-cum off, getting a good taste. Cody groaned, moving his hips, almost sending Robbie over the edge with all his excitement.
Pulling back, he looked up at Cody. “I need to be inside you.”
“God…I want you to fill me up,” Cody answered.
He lowered his body until his well-stretched hole was poised directly above Robbie’s cock. With a smile, Cody slowly impaled himself, groaning as he descended.
“Fuck,” Robbie breathed out as Cody’s body enveloped him.
It took some time, but eventually Cody was fully seated, balls resting on top of Robbie’s. He ground his teeth as Cody bottomed out and rotated his hips.
“Oh, son of a bitch, you feel fuckin’ good. I don’t think I’ve ever been so stretched.” Cody moaned. “Oh, God…”
Clicking the lock, Jared sighed as he started the shower. It was getting harder and harder to keep his thoughts and feelings from Gabe. How was he supposed to tell the man that he wasn’t in love with him? How could he break the sweet guy’s heart?
I’m such an asshole. He deserves the truth. If you don’t tell him now, you’re going to hurt him more in the long run.
He gave himself the same speech every day, and each time he built up enough courage to open up and tell Gabe everything, he couldn’t do it. Gabe’s puppy-dog eyes prevented him from being honest. He didn’t want to see his beautiful green eyes fill with moisture. He didn’t want to see tears leak down his cheeks. He couldn’t take that, not after all they had endured together, not after years of having the man by his side.
Jared climbed under the spray and took care of business, washing, soaping, and conditioning. When he was done, he shut the water off and used two towels—one for his long hair and the other for his body. He wrapped the towel around his hips and grabbed the doorknob, hoping that Gabe wouldn’t still be inside his bedroom. Opening the door, his eyes swept across the small space and he hated the relief he felt when he noticed Gabe’s absence.
I’m such a fucking jerk.
Pulling the towel off, he threw it to the ground and quickly got dressed. He put his hair into a low ponytail before heading downstairs to his day job. When he spotted Gabe behind the counter, he gave a little wave and a smile. He would always love Gabe, but the two didn’t have a future.
I should probably just leave Portland. If I can’t tell Gabe the truth, that’s the next best thing, right?
Rolling his eyes heavenward, Jared headed to work.
The morning slowly ticked by. Jared stayed busy, serving coffee, wiping tables, and sweeping the floor.
“Jared Carter?” A man asked and Jared turned around, looking the man up and down.
“Yeah.” He nodded to the suit. “How can I help you?”
“My name is Thomas Creed and I’m a private investigator. I was hired by William Rickett to track you down. Here…” He held out a large manila envelope and Jared took it. “The information in there is time-sensitive. I hope you have a nice day.”
The suit turned on his heel and walked out, leaving Jared standing in the middle of the coffee shop, bewildered.
“Your mouth is so pretty wrapped around my cock. Do you like sucking my dick, baby boy?” Jared asked even though he didn’t expect an answer. Jacob merely nodded his head. “You’re such a good boy.”
Jared responded by sucking harder, increasing his efforts. Jacob was pulled closer to orgasm. Jacob pulled back, stopping Jared’s actions abruptly. He couldn’t take Jared’s talented mouth, not if he wanted to sink into the man’s ass.
“Bedroom” was all he could manage.
Holding out his hand, Jared took it and he helped the young man to his feet. He stripped Jared down quickly before picking him up and taking the naked young man into his bedroom. He wanted to spend hours exploring his baby boy’s body, but in his current condition—riding the edge of an orgasm—he could barely think straight.
He gently deposited Jared in the middle of the king-sized bed. Yanking open a drawer in the bedside table, he grabbed a bottle of lube and a condom before joining Jared on the bed. He took the young man’s lips in a gentle kiss, moving in between his spread thighs. Jacob flicked open the bottle of lube and slicked up two fingers. He stared down at Jared’s gorgeous body and felt a shiver race through his own. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this excited. Without being told, Jared lifted his legs off the bed and held them to his chest, exposing himself fully.
“Damn,” he whispered, staring at Jared’s ass.
Jacob circled Jared’s ass with his fingers before pushing them into the tight, hot channel. He felt Jared’s body shudder before the young man let out a low moan. Jacob started a slow rhythm, thrusting his fingers, twisting them, and building up the pace, getting Jared stretched.
When Jared started moving, fucking himself on Jacob’s fingers, he added another digit.
“So good,” he moaned. “Oh, God…need more.”
“Do you like my fingers fucking your ass, baby boy?” Jacob stared at Jared’s face. He wanted to hear the words. He wanted to know how much Jared liked it. How would Jared respond?
“Yes, Daddy.” Those two little words were music to his ears.
Jared moaned as he moved his body on Jacob’s fingers, writhing on the bed.
His fingers embedded firmly in Jared’s ass, he reached for the condom and lube. He couldn’t wait another second. He needed to be buried inside his baby boy. Removing his fingers, Jared quickly rolled the condom into place and drizzled extra lube on his hard, aching shaft.
“Hands and knees for Daddy, baby boy,” he said, and Jared complied immediately. He spread Jared’s ass cheeks wide, lined up his cock, and slid into his boy’s ass. “Oh, fuck.”
His eyes rolled back inside his head as tight heat surrounded his shaft.
Fucking perfect, boy.
He’d never felt anything so intense. Grabbing Jared’s hips hard, he held onto the flesh tightly, keeping his boy where he wanted him. It took him a few seconds to feel calm enough to start moving.