The Blaecleah Brothers Collection, Volume 1 (MM)

Blaecleah Brothers

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 72,857
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[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Romance, Alternative, Contemporary, Cowboy, MM]

In Cowboy Easy, Lachlan Blaecleah never expected to find the love of his life in the middle of a street fight with two other men, but he knew the moment he saw Asa Miller that he wanted to get to know the man better. He jumps into the fight and becomes Asa's knight in slightly tarnished armor.

Asa Miller is amazed by Lachlan every time he looks at him. He's a walking, talking cowboy fantasy come to life, complete with hat and boots. After being rescued by him and taken home for a night of debauchery at the hands of the sexy cowboy, Asa isn't sure what to do next. Should he stick around and get to know Lachlan and his large family better or run from the feelings the man invokes in him?

Before Asa can make his choice, someone else steps in to separate the two men, on a more permanent basis. Asa has to decide if what they have together is worth the heartache he feels when he almost loses the man he loves. Or should he guard his heart and lose his cowboy forever?

In Cowboy Keeper, Billy Thornton is a known troublemaker. He's spent the better part of his life doing whatever his brother Clem wanted him to--from intimidating people to stealing from them. The consequences if he resists are life-threatening. Billy has spent more than one night healing after his brother got pissed at him.

The one thing Billy can't do is allow Rourke Blaecleah to be hurt. Billy has loved Rourke for as long as he can remember, even though he knows it is wrong. The only way he can deal with it is to do everything in his power to keep Clem away from Rourke, and that means putting himself in harm's way more than once.

When Rourke corners Billy one night and kisses him, things come to a head. Rourke realizes that the man he has been looking for all of his life is right under his nose. Billy finds that he might actually be able to experience what loving Rourke is like in real life and not just his fantasies. And both men realize that what they have found together has put their lives in danger because Clem is coming for them, and he's not happy.

Stormy Glenn is a Siren-exclusive author.

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The Blaecleah Brothers Collection, Volume 1 (MM)

Blaecleah Brothers

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Word Count: 72,857
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Cowboy Easy


“Clem!” Lachlan shouted as he reached for the man. Clem turned around, fists swinging. Lachlan ducked but not fast enough. He felt Clem’s fist glance off his jaw. Lachlan grunted, dropping the tire iron to the ground as he grabbed his jaw. “Damn it, Clem, knock it off.”


“Well, I’m not the tooth fairy.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Trying to keep you and Billy from getting thrown in jail.” Lachlan rubbed his jaw and spared a quick glance at the stranger standing several feet away, his fists raised to defend himself. “You’d better get out of here before the sheriff arrives. You’ve already been in jail once this week.”

“Oh, Lachlan, we was just having a bit of fun,” Billy protested as he came to stand next to his brother.

“I don’t think he was having fun, Billy,” Lachlan said as he pointed to the stranger. “In fact, it looks to me like he is pretty pissed.”

Billy turned and glanced at the stranger, his face flushing when he turned back. “We didn’t mean no harm, Lachlan.”

“You attacked me, asshole,” the man shouted. “For no reason.”

“You’re a fucking fag,” Clem shouted as he turned on the man. His fists came up again like he was about to attack again. Lachlan jumped forward and grabbed Clem’s arms, spinning him around and giving him a good shove toward his truck.

“Get out of here, Clem, before I tell your mother what you’re up to.”

That was the only threat Lachlan could think of that was big enough to get Billy and Clem Thornton to behave. Lilia Thornton was a sweet old woman who was adored by her sons. It was just too bad their father, Ira, was such a jerk. He was the largest influence on his sons and encouraged their appalling behavior.

Clem glared, retribution shining in his eyes. Lachlan knew he’d have to deal with Clem at some point. He just hoped he wasn’t alone when it happened. Even though Lachlan could hold his own in a fight, Clem had a good fifty pounds on him. He might not win that one.


Clem snarled for a moment then spit on the ground right by the stranger’s foot. The man jumped back then sent Clem a snarl of his own. Lachlan thought he might attack and held his arm out between the two men.

“Go, Clem, now!”

“This isn’t over, Lachlan.”

“I didn’t think it was, Clem.” Lachlan didn’t breathe a sigh of relief until Clem and Billy climbed into their truck and drove away. He wiped his hand down his face, not realizing until he did that he had little beads of sweat trickling down his temples.

Hearing a muttered oath, Lachlan turned to see the stranger lifting his motorcycle from where it lay on its side on the ground and moving out the kickstand. He squatted down and started running his hands over it. Lachlan assumed he was looking for damage.

“How bad is it?” he asked as he walked up.

“Damn cylinder head is broken.”

“Did Clem do that?”

“Your friends were waiting for me when I left the café back a ways. I got this far before he hit my back wheel and drove me off the road.”

“Clem and Billy are not my friends,” Lachlan said. He didn’t like being lumped in with those two idiots. “We just happen to live in the same town.”

“Nice town you have here.” The man stood up, his hands on his waist. “Do you welcome everyone like this?”

Lachlan felt like his tongue was sticking to the roof of his mouth as he got his first good look at the stranger, the totally drool-worthy, drop-dead-gorgeous stranger. He just stared for a moment, drinking in the man’s striking features.Yum!

Lachlan suddenly wished that they weren’t standing in the middle of the road in the dark. He wanted to get a better look at the man, preferably without his clothes on. Knowing the man was gay just made Lachlan’s cock ache.

“Yo, dude!” The man waved his hand in front of Lachlan.

Lachlan blinked, his face flaming. “Yeah, sorry, uh, no, not normally. People are pretty nice around here usually. You just happened to catch the two local jerks. Clem and Billy get into more trouble than anyone I know, most of it created by themselves.”

“They sound like real nice guys.”

“Well, I wouldn’t take them home for dinner, that’s for sure.” Lachlan chuckled. “My ma would skin me alive.”

“Your ma?”

Lachlan frowned at the man’s tone as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Yeah, do you have a problem with that?”

“No, man.” The stranger chuckled, waving his hands in front of him. “No problem at all.”

“Good.” No one got to make fun of his ma.

“Just never heard a full-grown man call his mother ma.”

“I doubt you’ve ever met anyone like my ma then. I’d probably lose more than the family jewels if I called her anything else.”

“Pity.” Lachlan could feel the man’s hazel eyes move up and down his body like a caress and almost groaned when they settled on his groin. “They seem like such nice family jewels. I’d hate to see you lose them.”

Lachlan swallowed hard. His cock was hardening at an alarming rate, and he was afraid his zipper was going to break. If nothing else, he might hurt himself if things continued like they were. There was only so much room in his jeans.

“Hence, why I call her ma.”

“Good choice.”

The man turned back to his motorcycle again, another small oath coming from him. Lachlan winced. There was a reason he tried really hard not to swear. His mother would wash his mouth out with soap. It had happened enough times that Lachlan just got used to not swearing.

“Is there a bike shop around here?”

“Yeah, but they’re not open until tomorrow.”


“If you want to take your bike back to my place, I can make a call, maybe have the parts you need waiting for you in the morning.” Lachlan took a deep breath and went out on a limb. “I can offer you a hot meal and a place to sleep.”

“A hot meal, huh?” The dark eyebrow the stranger arched almost took him to his knees. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen anything sexier. When the man reached out a hand, Lachlan readily took it, liking the strong grip he received in return. “Name’s Asa, Asa Miller.”

“Lachlan Blaecleah.”

“Thanks for the save, Lachlan.”

“Just in the right place at the right time.” Lachlan chuckled nervously, realizing that he still held hands with Asa. He quickly dropped it. “Clem and Billy aren’t too bad, not really. Their bark is worse than their bite.”

“And you?”


“How’s your bite?”

Oh, fuck me running, Lachlan thought to himself as he tried to swallow. He hadn’t had an offer like this in years, if ever. And it was clear to Lachlan that Asa was making an offer. The man was doing nothing to hide the interest in his eyes.

“Why don’t you come home with me and find out?”




Asa could still taste Lachlan on his tongue, and he wanted more. The man was every cowboy fantasy Asa ever had all rolled into one tall, muscled man. Asa wanted to lick Lachlan from one end to the other then start the process all over again.

Lachlan opened the truck door and climbed out. Asa followed right behind him, scooting across the seat until he could swing his legs to the ground. Standing right next to Lachlan, Asa was glad to find that there was barely an inch difference in their heights, even if Lachlan seemed a bit thicker.

Asa liked knowing he held a man in his arms when he fooled around. And with the way Lachlan looked, he planned to do a lot of fooling around. He might not come up for air for days to come.

“So, about this bedroom…”

“Right this way.”

Lachlan backed up toward his house. Asa stayed on his heels, closing the door and eagerly following the man. Lachlan turned to open the door, and Asa’s eyes dropped to Lachlan’s jean-clad ass. He groaned at the sight.

Lachlan’s ass was perfect.


“What?” Lachlan swung around just as he opened the door.

Asa grinned and attacked, pushing Lachlan into the house. His mouth came down on Lachlan’s before he could even get the door closed all of the way. Grabbing Lachlan by his shirt, Asa used the man’s natural force to close the door as he swung him around and pushed him up against the hard wood.

Asa pushed up against Lachlan, groaning into the man’s mouth as he felt the hard dips and curves of his body. His fingers went to the buttons of Lachlan’s plaid shirt, fumbling in his haste to get them open. It was especially hard considering he refused to take his mouth away from Lachlan’s. He just tasted too damn good.

The buttons eventually gave way, a couple of them coming free and flying across the room. Asa didn’t care. He’d buy Lachlan a new shirt. He wanted skin. When he pulled the material free and pushed it aside, hot, glorious, naked skin met his hands. Asa shuddered, a deep moan falling from his lips. Lachlan felt even better than Asa imagined.

“Off,” he whispered against Lachlan’s mouth when he reached the buttons on the man’s jeans. He wanted Lachlan naked, and he wanted him naked now. When he felt Lachlan’s hands move to his jeans, Asa leaned back and whipped his cotton shirt over his head, tossing it behind him. He’d get it later. He was too intrigued with the trembling he could see in Lachlan’s hands to be concerned with where his clothes landed.


“The door to the left.” Lachlan nodded with his head in the direction of the door. He was just starting to unzip his jeans.

Asa reached over and grabbed the two edges of the open jeans with his hands and pulled Lachlan into the bedroom. He cast a quick glance over his shoulder to find the bed then pulled Lachlan in that direction.

Reaching the end of the bed, Asa dropped to his knees and started tugging the tight jeans down Lachlan’s thighs. It was immediately apparent that Lachlan didn’t wear underwear, and Asa couldn’t have been more pleased. There was just something totally erotic about a man that went commando.

“Hot damn!” Asa whispered as Lachlan’s cock popped free from his jeans. He paused for a moment, taking in the glorious shaft. Lachlan was long and thick, and just about perfect. The only thing that would make Lachlan more perfect was if he truly knew what to do with it. That remained to be seen, but Asa was hoping.

“You swear too much.”

Asa blinked, glancing up in surprise to find grass-green eyes gazing back at him, a slight grin on Lachlan’s face. “I what?”

“You swear too much.”

“And?” Asa couldn’t believe Lachlan was chastising him when the man’s cock was bouncing in front of his face.

“Just saying…”

“Maybe I need to give you something else to think about.” Before Lachlan could reply, Asa leaned forward and licked the head of Lachlan’s cock. Pungent bursts of flavor exploded across his tongue as he licked away the small beads of pre-cum on the top of Lachlan’s cock.

Asa groaned and dove down, swallowing Lachlan until his nose was buried in the man’s curly pubic hair. He felt Lachlan shudder, the man’s body jerking forward as his hands buried in Asa’s hair.

“Fuck!” Lachlan shouted.

Asa grinned around the hard shaft in his mouth. That was better. If Lachlan had enough brain cells left to think about Asa swearing, then Asa wasn’t doing his job right. He wanted the man mindless with passion.

Asa began working the cock in his mouth, sucking in hard until he felt the tip hit the back of his throat then slowly pulling his mouth back up until just the head remained in his mouth. He licked the top and around the edge of the head then dove back down again.

Asa worked the jeans down Lachlan’s legs until they were pushed down against the man’s boots. He ran his hands back up the man’s thick, muscular thighs until he reached Lachlan’s firm ass, grabbing one butt cheek in each hand and giving it a good squeeze.

The long, full-body shudder that racked Lachlan’s body thrilled Asa right down to his toes. Lachlan was so damn responsive. Asa could tell instantly how much Lachlan liked something or didn’t like something, although he had yet to find anything that man didn’t like.

“Asa,” Lachlan groaned, “you keep that up and the show is going to be over before it gets started.”

Asa chuckled as he pulled his mouth off of Lachlan’s cock and leaned back. “Well, we can’t have that, now can we?” He reached over and gave Lachlan’s cock one good stroke of his hand. “I want to feel this beauty pounding me into the mattress.”

“I can do that.” Lachlan sounded breathless. “I can really do that.”

Asa grinned and pushed himself to his feet. He toed off his boots and kicked them away then reached for the buttons on his jeans. He met Lachlan’s dazed green eyes then watched them fall down to watch what he was doing as he unzipped his jeans and pushed them down his legs.

Lachlan seemed mesmerized, just the way Asa wanted him. Kicking his jeans free of his legs, Asa moved back until he felt the bed hit the back of his legs then fell backward. He scooted up to the head of the bed, his eyes never leaving Lachlan’s face.

He grabbed his cock and started slowly stroking himself, his legs falling apart. The hitch in Lachlan’s breathing spiked Asa’s lust up to a fever pitch. This man was hot and wanting, and Asa was waiting to fulfill the need he could see burning in Lachlan’s eyes.


“Oh yeah.” Lachlan started pushing his jeans down farther, growling softly when his boots interfered. He reached to push his boots off, and Asa groaned in protest.


Lachlan glanced up.

“Leave the boots on.”

Cowboy Keeper


“What are you doing, Billy?”

Billy swung around from where he was watching the wedding reception across the field. Terror filled him when he spotted Rourke Blaecleah standing behind him. As much as he wanted to take in the man’s tall, sexy form, Billy knew his ass was in trouble, big trouble.

“I wasn’t doing anything, swear,” Billy said quickly as he started backing up into the woods. He had been standing just on the edge of the forest behind a large tree. “I just wanted to see. I wasn’t causing any trouble.”

“You’re trespassing, Billy.”

“I’ll leave.” Billy continued to back up, but he wasn’t getting any further away from Rourke. The man took a step forward for every step Billy took back. “I swear I wasn’t causing any trouble, Rourke. I just wanted to see the wedding.”

“You weren’t invited, Billy.”

Billy swallowed. In his mind, Billy knew he’d never be invited to one of the Blaecleah celebrations, but in his heart, he ached to attend them all. The Blaecleah family was known far and wide as being close-knit, each member caring for the others in some way. That connection between them fascinated Billy.

“What do you have there, Billy?”

Billy instantly hid the small faded picture he held in his hand behind his back. His stomach started to roll as Rourke walked closer to him, a peculiar expression on his face that Billy couldn’t quite make out.

Besides the workings of the Blaecleah family, Billy was most intrigued by Rourke. He was the third brother born of five, the middle son so to speak. Billy started having strange feelings for the man about the time he turned sixteen years old.

In the five years since, that fascination hadn’t faded a bit. It had just grown stronger. Rourke dominated every single one of Billy’s fantasies. He’d never met another man or woman that drew him like Rourke did. He sometimes wondered if he ever would.

Rourke suddenly stood in front of him. Billy cringed as Rourke reached for the photo he held behind his back. He squirmed to get away, to keep the picture from Rourke. He would be humiliated if Rourke discovered that he had a picture of him, even as faded and worn as it was.

“Please, it’s mine,” Billy whimpered when Rourke grabbed a hold of it and tugged. “It’s mine!”

Billy wasn’t strong enough to keep Rourke from taking anything from him. The picture was no exception. The man topped him by at least half a foot and a hundred pounds. Rourke was also thick and muscular to Billy’s slim and lanky. Billy didn’t have a chance.

He groaned as Rourke ripped the picture out of his hand. His humiliation started the moment Rourke looked at the picture then arched an eyebrow at him. And something in Rourke’s face told him that it would never end.

Rourke Blaecleah had ammunition to use against him, and the man wasn’t above using it to get what he wanted. “Why do you have a picture of me, Billy?”

Billy shrugged, refusing to meet Rourke’s curious gaze. He knew what he’d see if he did, and Billy didn’t think he could handle it, not right now. Billy knew what sort of reputation he had. He was considered a troublemaker.

And, in a way he was. He learned at a very early age to do whatever his older brother, Clem, told him to do or face the consequences. That meant he had gotten into a lot of fights, broken some laws, and generally made himself into someone he knew Rourke would never take a liking to. None of the Blaecleah family would.

The air in Billy’s lungs got caught somewhere in mid-breath when Rourke suddenly stepped forward and pressed him up against the large tree behind him. Billy could feel the hard bark digging into his skin through his thin shirt. He knew if Rourke pushed, he would have scratches on his back.

Rourke just seemed to lean into him, not pushing too hard but enough that Billy couldn’t get away. Billy turned his head to the side when Rourke leaned down close to him. He swallowed hard when he felt Rourke’s warm breath blow across his cheek.

“I believe I asked you a question, Billy,” Rourke said softly. “Why do you have a picture of me? And don’t lie to me, Billy. I’ll know if you do.”

“I found it,” Billy said quickly. It was the truth. He had found the small picture. Of course, he’d found it inside the glove compartment of Ma Blaecleah’s car, which Clem had ordered him to search for money or anything they could sell.

Billy’s knees had almost buckled when he came across the small photo of Rourke, the main character in all of his dreams. It had been taken just a couple of years earlier on the Blaecleah front porch.

Rourke had been dressed in cowboy boots and tight jeans, his chest bare as he worked on the porch railing. Someone had obviously said something funny because Rourke’s head was tossed back as he laughed. The afternoon sun had been shining, lighting up Rourke’s face. Even if Billy lost the picture, he had looked at it so many times the image was burned into his memories.

“You stole it,” Rourke murmured.

Billy shuddered. Rourke was so close. Billy could smell the man—smell his rich, deep masculine scent, and it was driving him wild. He knew he wasn’t supposed to have these feelings toward a man. They only led to trouble. Billy just couldn’t seem to stop them.

“Now, I wonder why you would steal a picture of me, Billy.”

Billy pressed his lips together and closed his eyes. He knew from experience that keeping quiet was his best course of action. Talking only got him into trouble. If he just kept his mouth shut, Rourke would torture him in whatever fashion he chose then tire of the game and leave him alone.

“You’re not answering me, Billy.”

The moment Billy felt Rourke’s warm tongue rake across the sensitive skin of his throat, he started struggling, the cries in his mouth silent. He kicked out at Rourke until his legs were trapped between two thick thighs. Then he started hitting and scratching.

Billy whimpered when his wrists were caught and held behind his back. He wanted to scream at the unfairness of it all. Rourke only had to use one hand to hold both of his. The other he used to grip Billy’s chin, forcing him to look up. Billy kept his eyes closed. He couldn’t look.

“You like me, don’t you, Billy?”

Billy shuddered when he felt Rourke’s tongue scrape across his skin again.

“Little Billy Thornton has a crush on me.”




“You are special, baby.”

Billy melted into the strong arms that suddenly wrapped around him, resting his head against Rourke’s chest. He could hear the man’s heart beat against his ear and was surprised at how soothing the sound was.

“You think I’m special?” Billy asked as he tilted his head back to look up into Rourke’s rugged face. His heart pounded faster in his chest at the glint of something unknown he could see shining in Rourke’s eyes. He didn’t quite know what it was, but it made him feel hot and achy.

“I know you’re special, baby,” Rourke said. “Didn’t I already say that?”

Billy licked his lips and swallowed. His throat felt dry. “Wo-would you kiss me again?”

Rourke’s eyebrow arched, and for a moment, Billy thought he might have asked for something he shouldn’t have. Then Rourke’s lips swooped down and covered Billy’s. Billy groaned and leaned into the kiss. He really liked kissing Rourke.

The texture of Rourke’s lips pressed against his, the swipe of his tongue, even the way the man tasted all worked to drive Billy into a frenzy until he didn’t want anything else in the world but to be right where he was. He didn’t even mind the small ache in his back when Rourke’s hands moved down to grab his butt.

“Do you see what you do to me, baby?” Rourke asked as he grabbed Billy’s hand and pushed it down between them. Billy’s eyes widened as his hand was pressed against the large bulge in Rourke’s pants. He started panting, unable to keep the air in his lungs.

“You…” Billy licked his lips again. He glanced down between them even though he couldn’t see anything through the press of their bodies. But he sure could imagine. “Can I see?”


“I’ve never…” Billy shrugged. “I’ve never seen…”

Rourke suddenly growled then claimed Billy’s lips with a hunger that shook Billy down to his toes. This wasn’t the slow, thoughtful kiss he’d received from Rourke before. This kiss was fueled with hunger, and desire, and a wildness that Billy had never encountered. It was a little exciting, a little thrilling, and a whole lot scary.

Even with his lips pressed against Rourke’s, Billy couldn’t prevent his small cry when Rourke suddenly lifted him up and carried him toward the side of the barn. He wasn’t quite sure what was going on when Rourke set him on the ground and leaned him back against the barn wall until he saw the man’s hands go to the buttons on his jeans.

Billy swallowed hard as he watched Rourke unbutton his jeans then slowly separate the sides until his cock popped free. Rourke gestured with one hand. “You wanted to see…”

Billy took a hesitant step forward then quickly glanced up at Rourke’s face. He watched the man carefully as he lowered himself to his knees and reached for his cock. He didn’t want to do anything he wasn’t allowed.

The small shudder that worked its way through Rourke’s body when his hands wrapped around his erection concerned Billy, but the man didn’t pull away. Billy took it as a good sign and scooted closer.

“You’re much bigger than I am,” Billy whispered as he fit his fingers around Rourke’s cock over and over again. He glanced up in surprise when he heard a small grunt. Rourke’s lips were pressed together, his brows drawn down in a deep frown. “I’m sorry, should I have not said that?”

“No, baby, it’s fine,” Rourke said. “Your hand feels good wrapped around me.”

Billy flushed and dropped his eyes. He could imagine a lot more he’d like to do than use his hand, but that was just a fantasy, maybe. So far, Rourke seemed to be a willing participant in Billy’s fantasies. He only hoped that continued.

“You’re a lot longer than I am,” Billy said again as he worked his hand over Rourke’s cock, “but I think I’m thicker.”

“Thicker?” Rourke’s deep swallow was audible and enough to catch Billy’s attention. He looked up.

“I think so.” Billy frowned. “Is that wrong?”

“No.” Even though his words said differently, Rourke sounded a little strained.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure, baby.”

Hoping Rourke was right, Billy returned his attention to the long shaft he held in his hand. Rourke was very long, but Billy could fit his entire hand around him. He couldn’t do that with his own cock. But Rourke was very silky, and Billy loved the texture moving under his fingers.

“Keep that up, baby, and I’m going to come.”

“Really?” Billy masturbated, well, a lot, especially to images of Rourke. To know he could bring Rourke the same pleasure was mind-boggling to him. He tightened his grip and the rhythm of his strokes, wanting more than anything to see Rourke come and know he’d done it.

Soon, Rourke started moving his hips, thrusting himself into Billy’s grasp. “Just a little tighter, baby,” Rourke whispered.

Billy squeezed harder. A thrill ran through at the long groan that came from the man standing over him when he did.

“I’m getting close, baby.”

Billy almost groaned himself at the deep growl he could hear in Rourke’s voice. It made him feel achy. He kept one hand wrapped around Rourke’s cock and moved the other one down to his own jeans, fumbling with the buttons until they came free.

Billy cried out as he wrapped his free hand around his own cock, stroking it quickly to catch up with Rourke. It wouldn’t take him long. He was already incredibly aroused just from touching Rourke. This was a fantasy come true.

“Oh, damn, you’re touching yourself, aren’t you?”

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