[Siren Allure ManLove: Erotic Alternative Cowboy Romance, M/M, bondage, sex toys, HEA]
In Tristan & Levi: Perfect Together, living a normal life wasn’t easy for Tristan Crandall. He battled his past, and lived in the present knowing his parents were his worst enemies. He came to Silver to start over, but turned to men to chase away the demons from his past. After hitting rock bottom, Tristan knew he had to make changes. But had he done enough to deserve a man like Levi Daniels?
Levi Daniels was ex-military and now works in private protection. When he was asked to protect a former lover from the renewed threat the man’s father posed, he didn’t hesitate. Tristan had touched something in Levi during the short time they were together. It hadn’t been the right time for them then, but Levi allowed his feelings for Tristan to surface and hoped that something could be rekindled between them. Using the patience that made up part of his personality, Levi showed Tristan what they could have together.
In Alex & Connor: Torn Hearts, Alex Crandall was blinded by the frustration of having a constant bodyguard for months. He wanted some freedom and began to rebel. Beyond that, he didn’t know what he wanted, until he had nearly lost it. Connor Lassiter was his bodyguard and friend. Sure, he knew the guy was hot, but never thought of the man beyond friendship. It wasn’t until Connor showed up at the Silver Edge to stop Alex from engaging in some personal entertainment with another man, that he knew that he had feelings for Connor.
Connor knew exactly what he wanted but he never told Alex. Because of that, he couldn’t blame Alex for going to the Silver Edge, a private sex club, to have some fun. Alex seemed completely unaware of Connor’s feelings for him. As they attempted to repair the damage to their budding relationship, someone new decided they should be dead.
Tristan & Levi: Perfect Together
Levi spotted Tristan when Tristan walked through the door of the Silver Spur Saloon. They had had a brief affair a couple of years back. Levi hadn’t been looking for a relationship then, and neither had Tristan. Although there had been passion between them, they had mutually ended their affair.
Levi had never been so attracted to a man. Everything about Tristan called to something in him, but he had refused to put a name to it. He had often wondered if Tristan had felt the same stirrings, then decided he had not. If he had, there might have been a reason to keep their relationship going. He shied away from wondering why Tristan’s need to hook up with so many men over the years bothered him.
From his vantage point at the end of the bar, Levi was able to watch Tristan as he sat alone at a small table near the edge of the dancefloor. The band was playing and people were dancing without a care in the world. It was a fun place to hang out. The food they served was good, too. Both were reasons why Levi tended to find himself at the saloon when he wasn’t in the mood to cook or to be alone. He had several good friends, men he had served in the military with, as well as those he had worked with over the years, but they weren’t joined at the hip. The thought made him smile. They were a bunch of loners.
When Tristan happened to glance in his direction after a server brought his beer, Levi nodded in what he hoped was a casual, friendly manner. Locking his gaze with Tristan’s had sent a bolt of sexual awareness shooting through his body. It struck him in the groin, forcing him to break eye contact and to take a deep, calming breath. He lifted the glass to his lips and sipped the beer in it, staring at a spot on the wall behind the bar. So, he still felt something for Tristan. He wasn’t actually surprised, but he didn’t know if he wanted to do anything about it.
A half-hour after Tristan arrived, he left the saloon. Levi watched him go. He was tempted to follow, but decided against it. They’d had their chance and nothing had come of it. There was no doubt that sex between them would be damn hot. It was the hollow feeling afterward that Levi didn’t want to experience. Sex for him was happening less often. It wasn’t because he wasn’t getting offers, because he was. He just figured he was at a point in his life that meaningless hookups weren’t something he wanted any longer.
Levi knew it wasn’t just him. Most of his friends, the ones he had known for years and hadn’t yet found someone, were going through the same thing. Although they didn’t get all chatty about touchy-feely things, they had occasionally discussed the topic of wanting to find someone special to share their lives with.
Sighing, Levi left the saloon and headed toward the center of Silver. It was a nice night for a walk before going to bed. It was chilly, but the wind had died down. He pulled the collar of his coat up to his ears. It was one of those times he wished he was in the habit of wearing hats. After wearing helmets for years, he hated anything on his head.
Crossing the street, he began to walk along the sidewalk around the green. The trees were losing their leaves. Small white lights glittered in the limbs. He loved the charming town. He had come here several years ago to help a friend out with a protection detail and had never left. He had felt at home the moment he arrived. Another reason not to leave was because he didn’t have any family. All his friends lived in Silver, so for him, it was the place to be.
After circling the green three times, Levi headed home. He lived in a small house on the outskirts of town and close to the mall. Though there were a lot more businesses in that area, Silver’s leaders had made certain that very strict guidelines were followed. The buildings had to reflect the character of the downtown area. There were no huge signs, billboards, or those tacky portable signs that could be parked on the edge of a parking lot. What it boiled down to was that there was little visual clutter. The exceptions were the large trees and the replica antique iron streetlamps lining both sides of the street.
Levi let himself into the house and shed his coat. He hung it up on a peg beside the door and headed for the kitchen. He made a turkey sandwich and poured a glass of milk. After he was finished with his snack he went for a shower and was in time to catch the nightly news by the time he finished.
As he went off to bed afterward, he thought of how he was falling into the same routine his parents had had for years. He smiled. He missed them. They had both died of cancer within a year of one another.
The loneliest time for Levi was when he was in bed. It would be nice to have someone to sleep next to, he thought as he plumped his pillow to get it just the right shape. Although he hadn’t spent many nights sleeping beside a lover, he believed it was something he wanted now. An image of Tristan came into his mind. No others, just Tristan. He didn’t try to visualize anyone else sleeping in his arms and he wondered about that.
His asshole twitched with the memory of that long, thick flesh stretching and filling him as Levi pushed into his aching channel. Tristan turned on the water in the shower and grabbed the bottle of waterproof lube from the top shelf in the cabinet before stepping into the spray directed at his body by multiple spray heads. He might not want to get involved with Levi again, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy a fantasy or two about him as he jacked off.
Coating his palm with the lube, Tristan didn’t waste any time. Leaning against the tiled wall, he wrapped his fingers around his stiff cock and began to stroke. His eyelids slid shut and he tipped his head back. The fantasy popped into his brain. There was Levi, so tall, so delicious from head to toe, so many places on his body for Tristan to investigate. He wanted to lick Levi all over, beginning with the rippled abs covering his abdomen, and then work his way back up. He would get to the man’s cock soon enough, but he had other things he wanted to nibble on first.
Levi’s brown nipple hardened against the tip of Tristan’s tongue. Tristan circled his tongue around it before he sealed his lips around it and began to suck at it. Levi’s groan of pleasure reached his ears. He released it to kiss his way across to its twin. As he did so, a large hand began to caress the mound of his ass. The palm and finger pads were rough with calluses, scraping slightly as they slid over his skin. Tristan inhaled sharply as he felt the caress in his mind, as if he was experiencing it once again. He began to stroke his cock faster, his grip a little tighter.
Tristan moaned as he felt the tingling at the base of his spine. A few seconds later, his balls began to tighten. Damn, he hadn’t even gotten to the good stuff yet, he thought, his back arching as he came. Ropes of pearly cream jetted from his cock. His heart thundered in his chest and his breathing became ragged as he took a ride on a wave of ecstasy.
Sagging against the wall, it took a moment for Tristan to recover. When he did so, he rinsed off his hand and reached for the soap. He washed his body leisurely. He didn’t have the energy for quick movements. He washed his hair and rinsed. With his shower finished and his body feeling replete, all Tristan wanted to do was sleep. He knew he would be expected downstairs for supper, however, so he dried off and went to get dressed.
As Tristan did so, he wondered why he didn’t take up the standing offer of living at the ranch, instead of keeping a place in town. It would make a lot more sense. The drive to and from Silver was a long one. The rent wasn’t cheap. Neither was eating out almost every day. Yeah, he was really going to have to reconsider it. Either that, or find another roommate. He could be putting all that money in the bank.
Levi was standing in the hallway when Tristan left his bedroom. He gave the man a look that said it all. He didn’t want a babysitter. Levi shrugged those broad shoulders of his and gave him a crooked smile that Tristan found just a little too endearing. How could a guy that looked like he could kill without a conscience look like a beagle puppy, too? It was definitely a conundrum.
“We need to go over a couple of rules,” Levi said conversationally as they walked along the hallway.
“Rules for what? Making me your prisoner?”
“As exciting as that sounds, I was thinking more along the lines of keeping you safe. Until we know where your father is, and what he’s up to with his crazy-ass buddies, you and your brothers will be guarded. It’s unfortunate, but that doesn’t change the facts.”
Tristan’s hands curled into fists. He was so angry with his father, at the circumstances, and the man walking beside him that he wanted to hit something. Rationally, knew none of this was Levi’s fault. Nor was it Colt’s for wanting to protect him. He also appreciated all of that.
But being held captive by his father, being a victim without control, had taken away something very precious to him. His love for his parents had been stripped away, along with the security they had provided, and the knowledge that they would always be there to kiss the boo-boos in life. Never in his wildest dreams had he ever even considered that his parents would become the biggest threat to his safety and sanity.
If it wasn’t for his grandparents fully supporting his brothers and him, Tristan didn’t know if he would have ever been able to recover from what had been done to him. Eugene and Estelle Crandall made a point of visiting their grandsons and great-grandchildren several times a year. They had told Tristan, Alex, and Avery the only reason why they hadn’t moved to Silver yet was because they were monitoring Benson’s activities. Tristan thought it was very sad that they felt they had to do so, but no matter how much they argued with their grandparents, they couldn’t convince them that it wasn’t necessary. They could see how much emotional pain the older couple was suffering, but their grandparents were determined to do it for their grandsons.
“I know that,” Tristan told Levi. “I just don’t feel it’s necessary for you to check for monsters under my bed, follow me around, or walk me to supper.”
Alex & Connor: Torn Hearts
“Don’t do it,” Connor warned, as if he read Alex’s mind.
“I already evaluated the potential for success and determined that it was unlikely. Now, can we please do something so I can get rid of the most hideous case of boredom I’ve ever experienced?”
“You know you’re not as safe in town as you are out on the ranch. Why do you fight it so much?”
Alex had been living on Colt Redford’s ranch since all this bullshit had begun. It was a beautiful, luxurious home, with some of the most spectacular views surrounding it. There was a game room, a huge pool, an outdoor kitchen, and stables his horse-loving self could die a happy man in, but it had become a prison. It didn’t help that there were an unknown number of guards there. Colt had always made a point of protecting his family, but the protection had increased. For the most part, the guards were almost invisible. Most worked in various positions around the ranch. Alex didn’t know if he was looking at a cowboy or a man who could take down a threat in the blink of an eye.
“Tell me you’re happy being there all the time,” Alex shot back, his temper rising. He knew it wasn’t Connor’s fault, but he couldn’t find it in him to care at the moment. “I need to do something, anything. Can’t we spend the night in town?” He looked around, but didn’t see the people he knew were guarding them from a distance.
“Feel better?” There was no emotion on Connor’s handsome face as he stared down at Alex. Yep, it sucked to be so short. “Now, let’s get the stuff that was ordered. After that, we can go get lunch.”
Alex clutched his chest. “Oh, wow, I don’t think I can take the excitement!”
Connor snorted. “Now who’s being a jerk?”
“That wasn’t nice. Are you allowed to call me a jerk?”
“I’m not paid to be nice. I’m paid to keep you safe.”
“Well, you’re doing a bang-up job. Keep up the good work. You also excel at being boring as hell.”
Connor didn’t reply to that as he followed Alex into the hardware store. It was one of his favorite places in town, because there was a bygone feel to the place. Other than stock, he doubted there was much new about the store. There were wood shelves, cubbyholes, and drawers, all filled with everything imaginable. He knew that the larger home improvement store had a lot more to offer, but it was the ambiance and personal service that Alex really appreciated. Colt must, too, because the store got most of the ranch’s business.
He and Connor were there to pick up nails and a few other things. The store would have delivered, but he had overheard the order being placed and had all but begged on his knees to go into town to pick it up. It sucked that he hadn’t been able to drive his own truck. Connor had told him that they would use his truck and that was that. There hadn’t been any argument.
It was only recently that they had become antagonistic toward one another. Alex was fairly certain it was because of his own attitude. He wasn’t being easy to deal with. He had to admit that in the beginning, they had gotten along just fine. Hell, he had even enjoyed hanging out with the guy. Now he supposed it was just too much familiarity.
Shaking his head, Alex wandered around the aisles, looking everything over. He tried to ignore the fact that his shadow was only about six feet away. This really can’t go on much longer, he thought, feeling the inner tension growing again. His jaw clenched. He needed to talk to Colt when he got back to the ranch. He knew the man was only trying to protect his family, but Alex was feeling so frustrated that he was at the point where he was ready to strip off his clothes and run down the street naked, screaming at the top of his lungs.
He really needed an outlet. The only possible solution was sex. His sex life had died abruptly at the same time he acquired a bodyguard. Was this what a rock star’s life was like? No, he thought, they seemed to manage to have a good time, at least once in a while.
“I want to go to the Silver Edge tonight.” The Silver Edge was a members-only sex club. He was fortunate enough to be in possession of a much-coveted membership. It didn’t hurt that his brother-in-law owned the place.
Alex snapped. He spun on his heel and stalked to where Connor was standing, looking bored as hell. He would think the guy would want his freedom. He could take some time off before taking on another job. Not caring that the man topped him by at least a foot, he poked him in the chest.
“Listen, buddy, I’m going to the Silver Edge tonight, whether you like it or not. I’m not your prisoner. Nothing’s going to happen to me at the club, other than I might get lucky. Hell, even you might get lucky.” He growled. The sound surprised him. He kept the scowl on his face and poked Connor again, just because it felt good to do it. “So, you might as well accept that you are going with me to the club tonight. Maybe this whole farce will bother me less if I get my freak on with someone.”
Alex didn’t know how long he slept, but he woke with his underwear off and Connor’s mouth sliding down his cock. It was like a dream coming true. He began panting as his hips lifted and dropped. There wasn’t a part of him that wanted to protest, although there were aches and pains reminding him that he couldn’t get too crazy.
“Oh, fuck yeah!” Alex cried as Connor’s tongue swirled around the head of his cock, the tip of it teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves beneath. Reaching for the other man, his fingers slid into the short hair. What was it with these former military men keeping such short hair? He wanted something to hold onto, something he could try to rip out when he got his rocks off. “Suck harder!”
The vibration from Connor’s amused chuckle went straight to his balls. They tightened, warning Alex that this wouldn’t last very long. He didn’t care. He would beg for another blow job, if he had to. He wasn’t above begging. Begging could be good.
Connor sucked harder. Alex watched as the dark head bobbed. Connor glanced up at him and his balls tightened more at the simple eroticism of the moment.
Alex’s fingers curled around handfuls of the sheet as he came. His hips bucked and he moaned as he tried to keep from jerking around too much. He wanted to experience more pleasure than pain, not something that would make him cringe by just contemplating another orgasm.
The strong finger sliding into his ass was the deciding factor. The muscles of his asshole clenched around it as his balls emptied into Connor’s hot mouth. The man sucked him dry, swallowing every last drop Alex had to give.
Alex was now all about making donations.
He lay there panting for long, delirious moments, staring at the ceiling and thinking about how life had suddenly taken a turn toward the better . He sighed as his softening dick slipped from between Connor’s lips. He felt a twinge of regret, but it didn’t last long as Connor moved to stretch out beside him on the bed. Turning his head on the pillow, Alex looked at the other man. “That was one fantastic dream I was having.”
Connor smiled. “I’m glad I could help it along. You didn’t hurt anything, did you?”
“Nothing I care about.”
“Good.” Warm, blow-job-reddened lips kissed the tip of his nose. “I’m sorry, but when I saw you sleeping in here in your sexy underwear, I couldn’t resist. Besides, it was time you woke up. You’ve slept the day away.”
Alex’s stared in surprise at Connor. He turned his head to look at the window. Sure enough, the light had changed, the sun sinking behind the house. His bedroom was at the front and didn’t get any direct sunlight in the late afternoon and evening.
“I’m just getting ready to make supper. Is there anything in particular that you wanted tonight?”
Connor took such good care of him. If he didn’t know better, Alex would think the man liked to spoil him. He could get used to it, but he didn’t want to take advantage of the man’s good nature.
He frowned, thinking about all the groceries Connor was restocking his pantry with. “Didn’t you get the fixings for tacos?” His stomach grumbled.
“I did.” Connor nodded, dropped a kiss on his lips, and rolled so he was sitting on the edge of the bed. “If you want to put your underwear back on, you can come out and keep me company while I make supper. Or you could just strip off.” He winked. “I wouldn’t mind seeing you walk around here naked.”
Laughing, Alex shook his head. “Why don’t we give that another week? The bruises will be gone by then and my ribs won’t be wrapped.”
Would he still be here in a week? Hell, he could probably go back to his own apartment now. The thought sucked. He was discovering that he didn’t want his time with Connor to come to an end. He had given in to the weakness he felt whenever he was around the man, agreeing to stay with Connor as he recovered. His feelings for Connor were growing quickly. He believed they were real and not brought on simply by living with the man and depending upon him, if only temporarily.
Connor’s big body slumped. He pouted, which was both adorable and slightly ridiculous on the face of a man who oozed toughness from every pore. Alex laughed and began to work his way to the edge of the bed. He looked around for his underwear. Both he and Connor were tighty-whities kind of guys. Did they have anything else in common, other than their style of underwear and a mutual attraction? Could they find enough of whatever it was that made relationships special to make it last a lifetime?
“You know how to stomp on a guy’s hopes.” Connor headed toward the door, laughing as he did so. “But next week, you’ll be running around the house naked. We’ll close the curtains and lock the doors.”
The idea of parading around the house naked in front of Connor had his dick trying to get hard again. Alex got out of bed and reached for the underwear tangled in the sheet Connor had pushed out of his way. He stared at them for a moment and then tossed them aside.
“Oh, what the hell.” It took a bit of effort, but Alex soon had the T-shirt off. It joined his underwear. “It’s not like he hasn’t already seen all the bruises.”
When he walked naked into the kitchen, he was relieved nothing was in the pan that Connor dropped. It hit the floor with a loud clunk as Connor stared.
“Hot damn, baby! Warn a guy.”
Alex laughed. “Now, what fun would that be?”
“None at all.”