Boone's Cowboy

STORY EXCERPT

Flynn drove into Cade Miller’s yard and parked his truck at the rear of the house. Things were moving right along with the addition. The log walls were up and today he hoped to finish installing the vents on the roof before the roofers arrived.

He spent the last two days scheduling the plumbers, heating people and the electrician to come in do their thing when he was ready for them. He also ordered drywall and other supplies he expected to be delivered today sometime.

Fifteen minutes later Flynn knelt on the plywood roof and fit a metal vent in the center crease at the top of the roof. Glancing over the roof’s peak Flynn noticed a camper trailer parked on the edge of Cade’s lawn. Flynn frowned. That hadn’t been there two days before.

The door to the camper opened, and a lean man wearing nothing but sleep pants stepped out. Flynn sat on the roof transfixed when the man raised both arms and stretched his delicious body. He heard the man’s loud yawn all the way across the yard and up on the roof.

Flynn watched the man put his arms down and look around. When he spotted Flynn, he froze and stared up at him. Flynn had to grab the edge of the plywood to keep from falling off the roof. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Boone was here.

With bare feet and chest, Boone walked across the short grass toward Flynn. In the early morning sunlight, he was more handsome than he had been that night they met. Messy, shiny, dark brown hair, smooth tan skin, and lean muscles drew Flynn like a magnet.

Boone stopped on the edge of the asphalt covered driveway and put his hands on his hips. “I thought you were a cowboy?”

“What’s your description of a cowboy?” He called down. Flynn held back a laugh when Boone pulled his bottom lip in and thought about that for a second.

Velvety brown eyes sparkled up at him, and Boone said, “Cowboys have cows, horses and hay lofts to rendezvous in.”

“I have all of them,” Flynn said.

“But now you’re wearing a tool belt and carrying a hammer. That tells me you’re a carpenter,” Boone teased.

Flynn laughed at the adorable man. “I’m a man of many talents.”

“That you are,” Boone said as he made his way across the driveway until he disappeared under the edge of the roof.

Flynn saw the ladder move slightly and heard Boone climbing up. He had a grand show of Boone’s head appearing over the edge of the plywood, followed by a smooth chest, belly, and a pair of thin plain sleep pants.

“What are you doing?” Flynn asked as Boone climbed onto the roof and crawled across it toward him.

“I came to say hi,” Boone said right before he kissed Flynn.

Christmas came early, and Flynn’s present was a warm Boone in his arms. He swept the man closer and maneuvered him around to they sat facing each other. Flynn had missed Boone and wondered if he would ever meet him again. Now that he was here Flynn pressed his tongue in and tasted every secret of his mouth.

Only when he was satisfied did Flynn break the kiss and savored a trail of smooth skin to Boone’s ear. He took a moment to suck his ear lobe surprised there wasn’t a ring in it. Little moans escaped from Boone’s throat as Flynn placed biting kisses down the side of it before sucking a patch of skin into his mouth marking the man.

Goosebumps pebbled across the man’s skin when Flynn centered his attention on the spot where Boone’s shoulder met his neck. Ruthlessly he pulled up another mark before lovingly bathing it with his tongue.

“Flynn, you’re making me need, man,” Boone breathed out.

Flynn was just about to tell Boone what a great idea he thought that was when he heard a throat clear from down on the ground.

“Normally I’d think watching two men rolling around naked on a roof an awesome way to pass the time, but we have babies here now, and maybe you should take that show somewhere private.”

Flynn looked down and saw a laughing Brett James holding a baby. Cade was standing next to him with a little girl’s tiny hand clasped in his.

“Shit,” Boone’s muffled response came from Flynn shoulder where the man currently had his face buried.

ADULT EXCERPT

Flynn’s deep green eyes seemed to suck him under a spell that consisted of thick waves of desire and longing. Boone knew the evening would end with Flynn’s arms around him and his cock deep in Boone’s ass. Part of him wanted to jump right into bed, but Boone also wanted to build something solid with the man.

So instead of climbing into Flynn’s lap, although he planned on doing that shortly, he asked, “Did you buy any cows at the auction you were attending when we met?”

“Actually I did. They should be arriving at the end of the week.” Flynn’s straight white teeth bit into a piece of bread.

“So you found something you liked?” Boone wanted to know more about Flynn’s life and thought talking about the cows might be a way to do it.

Flynn took a sip of his beer. “I found a couple of cows I liked, but my special buy this time was bull number one eighteen. Last year my old bull died, so this is a great time to introduce some new blood into my herd.”

“Aren’t bulls dangerous? I thought everyone used artificial insemination these days?” Boone wondered if Flynn would let him try and ride it.

“Whenever you are around that bull, be extra careful. They can act like a playful puppy one minute and the next second he’s crushing you against a fence or wall,” Flynn warned. “As for artificial insemination, sometimes the old ways work best.”

Boone smiled at Flynn. “I can’t think of anything better than old fashioned sex unless it was new-fashioned sex or spur of the moment sex….”

“Let’s get these dishes cleaned and then we can see what comes up,” Flynn interrupted and abruptly stood.

Boone would have been offended by Flynn cutting him off, but the prominent bulge in the man’s pants told him that his immediate future included a lot of fun.

Quickly the two set the large country kitchen back in order. Boone wasn’t one of those people who noticed much about houses. He either liked them because they felt homey, or he didn’t. Flynn’s old two story farm house felt like home.

* * * *

Flynn grabbed Boone’s hand and led him out of the kitchen and through the formal dining room. When they reached the living room, he stopped.

“Would you like to watch television for a while or see the rest of the house?” he asked. His mama trained politeness into him even if he wanted to do other things.

Boone never hesitated. “I’d like to see the rest of the house.”

Flynn liked it that he and Boone were on the same page. He’d had a semi hard on since Boone had rolled his cycle into his barn and allowed Flynn to lock the door for the night. As far as Flynn was concerned the only part of the rest of the house Boone was going to see consisted of his bedroom.

Halfway up the stairs Flynn turned around and sat down. Leaning back he looked at a smiling Boone. “One more step and you’ll be at the perfect height.”

“I like the way you think, cowboy,” Boone said before taking that step.

“Now lose the pants and let me taste,” he ordered.

Boone’s pants and underwear ended up sailing down the stairs. Flynn would have laughed at the man’s enthusiasm, but he was too busy cupping Boone’s ass cheeks and pulling him closer until Boone was spread wide and standing at the perfect height for him to explore, with his mouth.

Flynn licked the dripping slit of Boone’s prick. The man must like his fruit juices because he tasted sweet.

“Flynn,” Boone cried out and pulled his hips back.

“Oh no, you don’t,” Flynn said. “Bring that back over here.”

Boone obeyed and pushed the spongy head covered in soft skin against Flynn’s lips. Flynn pulled the head into his mouth and proceeded to lick every inch of it. Flynn encircled Boone’s hips loving it that his hands were large enough that he could still with his hands loving it cup Boone’s ass cheeks with his fingers.

Flynn began to suck hard on the head of Boone’s cock. Boone’s legs stiffened, and a hand came down on Flynn’s head. Fingers tangled in Flynn’s hair, grasping the ends. Pain lanced through his scalp. Flynn let go of the tasty cock in his mouth.

“Let go,” Flynn ordered.

“Flynn please….” Boone gasped.

The fingers in Flynn’s hair loosened and Finn rewarded Boone by sucking his cock in deep. When the head bumped into the back of Flynn’s throat, he swallowed. Boone cried out and struggled to thrust his hips.

Flynn controlled Boone with his hands not allowing him to move. Using his mouth, he proceeded to fuck Boone’s cock. Every time Boone’s cock touched the back of Flynn’s throat he swallowed pulling whimpers and groans from Boone.

He slid his middle finger into Boone’s crack searching for the tiny rosette. Flynn sucked hard on Boone’s cock and rubbed a fingertip over the wrinkled flesh of Boone’s asshole. Under his fingers, Flynn felt his pretty baby begin to tremble from head to toe.

Spencer's Reluctant Rescuer

STORY EXCERPT

Spencer relaxed back against the cushions of the patio lounge chair, letting the rhythm of the wood splitter lull him into a state of semi-sleep. Glancing up, he admired the beauty of the sun flickering through the golden leaves of the white birch tree he was lying under. Fall was still officially over a month away, but the leaves were already turning.

The sight of a shirtless Ruger lifting a piece of cut-up log and setting it on the beam of the splitter tempted Spencer to ask the sexy man to take him back into the house and get naked. Something about the ram of the splitter pushing the wood against the sharp wedge until it exploded in half, mixed in with Ruger’s muscles, set Spencer’s libido into overdrive. The odds of Ruger cooperating were fifty-fifty at this point. The big guy had been in a protective and nurturing mode since their epic lovemaking session.

After the adrenaline had subsided, Spencer felt drained. Ruger took one look at his face and whisked him into the shower. Spencer spent the rest of the day in bed, mostly sleeping. This morning he’d awoken to a body that hurt a whole lot less than it had in a long time and a spirit that was happy and ready to face the day. Spencer mentally lined up ten things he wanted to do. Ruger had other ideas.

Currently, a battle of wills was going on. Spencer wanted to discuss Ruger’s behavior of the other night, and Ruger didn’t. The sneaky man used brute strength to keep Spencer close and refused to let him overtax his body. Spencer’s feet had yet to touch the floor, and his every need was taken care of, except for talking. Ruger tended to become real busy every time Spencer tried to talk about Ruger’s freak-out.

Spencer blinked. The silence was startling after Ruger flipped a switch and the motor of the splitter shut down. Ruger picked up a rag from the open tailgate of the truck and wiped his hands. Spencer’s gaze soaked in Ruger’s wavy black hair, messy from the breeze and hard work. His short, thick beard surrounded lips that made Spencer lose track of time, and his alert dark eyes rarely missed anything.

“It’s almost lunchtime. What would you like to have?” Ruger asked.

“Something at a restaurant in town,” Spencer answered. The thought of getting out sounded good, not to mention eating something that wasn’t boiled eggs, fried eggs, boiled hotdogs, or spaghetti from a can.

Ruger frowned. Before he could nix the idea, Spencer jumped in. “The hotel is less than ten minutes from here. Old Betsy and I can make it.”

Ruger’s bisected eyebrow rose. “Betsy?”

“I named the walker Betsy,” Spencer said. He boldly met Ruger’s eyes, daring him to make any comment about it.

The smart man turned back to his truck and shut the tailgate. Spencer knew a delaying tactic when he saw one. Crossing his arms over his chest, Spencer waited Ruger out.

Ruger glanced over at Spencer. His chest rose, and Spencer heard him sigh. “We’ll eat and come back home. That’s it.”

Spencer grinned. Happiness flowed through him, making his soul smile. He was so ready to interact with people again. “Okay, let’s go.”

Lifting him into his arms, Ruger laughed. “Maybe you should wear something other than sleep pants and a blanket,” he teased.

“I’m wearing a T-shirt.” Spencer stuck his lower lip out just to see what Ruger would do.

Ruger stopped walking. He captured Spencer’s pouting lip between his teeth before sucking on it. Ripples of need went straight to Spencer’s dick. He closed his eye and wrapped his arms around Ruger’s wide, bare shoulders. A whiff of Old Spice and sweat reached Spencer, and the small hairs at the nape of his neck stood up. As usual he was swept away into the abbess of desire when Ruger released his lip and began to devour his mouth.

The kiss ended too soon for Spencer, and he wanted more. Ready to dive back in for another round, Spencer was stopped by Ruger’s growling stomach. Any thoughts of getting up close and personal with Ruger’s cock slid away. Food now was the priority.

Sliding the tip of his finger down Ruger’s nose, he said, “Let’s get cleaned up and head out. You need to keep up your strength up so you can handle it when I ravish your delectable body.” He couldn’t keep a smile from breaking through.

“Ravish and delectable, huh?” The side of Ruger’s mouth lifted in a small smile.

“Are you making fun of me, Mr. Black?” Spencer asked. For a moment, he wondered if he’d gone too far with his teasing and Ruger thought he was a dork.

Ruger dropped a quick kiss on his mouth before he answered, “I will never make fun of you.”

The serious look in Ruger’s black eyes took Spencer’s breath away. He now knew without a doubt that this man had his back and would never waver. At that moment, Spencer fell in love.

ADULT EXCERPT

Ruger rolled onto his back and laid his arm over his throbbing eyes. Hatred couldn’t begin to describe how much he detested succumbing to the nightmares of echoing screams, rivers of blood, and mangled bodies.

This is why he hesitated in accepting a position with Rescue for Hire. Victims had a certain aura. They smelled of desperation and panic. Ruger didn’t know if he could handle it. At times, only a thin string held his control together. If something threw Ruger into his inner nightmare of hell and someone was hurt as a result, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

Ruger knew they would deny it to their dying day, but he always associated soldiers with victims. In their determination to perform their job to defeat the enemy, they, too, smelled of panic and desperation. They were caught in a struggle to fight for good over evil, save the targets of despicable human monsters, and represent the heroes of mankind’s imagination.

As a result, many became broken in mind and body. Every soldier had at least one memory that haunted them. No one escaped. Something as simple as a smell or sound, maybe even the curve of an arm, could trip the nightmare, sending the person into an inner tailspin.

Ruger’s vigilance at Spencer’s side in the hospital had kept his demons at bay. Last night they’d come out with a vengeance. By the time Spencer interrupted his frenzied woodcutting, he had worked most of the shit out of his system. His run had extradited the rest, at least for now.

A soft sigh caught Ruger’s attention. A warm, handsome Spencer Ryland lay next to him. Ruger didn’t deserve this man in his life. But that didn’t mean Ruger was ever letting him go. Over the last couple of weeks, Ruger’s memories of the boy that Spencer had been had turned into the wonderful dream that Spencer was now.

Ruger smelled like dried sweat, his hands hurt from overusing the ax, and he had no doubt the sheets had blood on them from his abused bare feet. Those irritations were pushed aside by what his soul needed.

Reaching over, Ruger pulled out the top drawer of the nightstand and found a strip of condoms and bottle of lube. Setting them near the corner of the mattress, he pushed down the covers and let his gaze slide over Spencer’s slim, delectable body. Over the last few days, Spencer had been pushing for more intimacy. Now he was going to get it, big time.

Ruger leaned over the side of the bed and grabbed a couple of pillows from the pile on the floor. At times since they’d been home he’d used them to help Spencer sleep more comfortably. Now he was going to use them so Spencer could do something else easier.

Ignoring the wide green eye watching him, Ruger gently took off Spencer’s sleep shirt and pants.

Spreading Spencer’s legs, he put a pillow under each thigh. Another pillow went under his back, and two more lifted Spencer’s sweet ass at just the right height. Ruger couldn’t help running his fingers over Spencer’s exposed crack and finding the pretty, little, wrinkled hole.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Spencer asked.

Ruger looked up. “Exploring,” he answered.

“Tired of running in the woods and thought you’d try something else?” The eyebrow over Spencer’s green eye rose.

Deciding to switch tactics, Ruger crawled up and settled next to Spencer. Sliding his hand into pretty man’s curly mop of blond hair, Ruger said, “Kiss me.”

“Don’t you think we should talk about last night?” Spencer asked.

Ruger met Spencer’s probing gaze. “Later, now kiss me.”

Spencer searched his face. Ruger wasn’t sure what he saw, but he didn’t hesitate to claim the lips Spencer tipped up to him.

Ruger’s tongue searched out every recess of Spencer’s mouth before shifting to his neck and placing wet open-mouthed kisses on it. Spencer shivered, and goose bumps welled up along his skin. Going back to Spencer’s mouth, he conquered it with lips, tongue, and teeth. Blood filled his cock until it pressed against the soft skin of Spencer’s hip. Pinching Spencer’s nipple gained Ruger a sweet cry and the restless shifting of slim hips.

“Don’t move,” Ruger ordered.

A wide-eyed and panting Spencer nodded in agreement. Ruger decided arousal was his favorite look on the lovely man.

Leaning down, Ruger took a flat, tan nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. Hands tangled in his hair.

“Ruger,” Spencer whispered.

Ruger lifted his head. “What do you need?”

“You. I feel like I’ve waited for you forever,” Spencer answered.

He couldn’t resist and kissed Spencer again.

A firm hand encircled Ruger’s cock and began stroking it, giving the head a little twist with each pass. Tongues tangled, and Ruger reached for the lube.

Spencer moved his legs farther apart and bent one knee until his foot rested on the pillow. Their lips parted, and Ruger licked at Spencer’s swollen, shiny lips. The hand on his cock moved to his balls.

Ruger kissed a path down Spencer’s neck until he reached the neglected nipple. He nipped and licked it until Spencer was squirming and murmuring, “Please.”

Continuing his exploration, he placed sucking kisses lower, making sure to avoid the light dressings circling Spencer’s middle. Next week the stitches would be removed, and hopefully they would see the last of the bandages.

Spencer’s slim, hard dick bobbed, beckoning Ruger to give it attention. Breathing in deeply Ruger enjoyed the earthy scent of Spencer’s arousal. He licked the weeping head letting the bitter-sweet pre-cum coat his tongue before sucking Spencer’s dick in all the way to the root. A sweet cry of his name and a hand tightening on his cock was Rugar’s reward. Tingles at the base of Ruger’s spine told him he needed to move this show forward. He wanted to come inside Spencer’s sweet ass, not in his hand.