New ranch hand Grayson McCloud is just settling in to the Triple M when he gets an eyeful. Several of the other hands are participating in a clandestine orgy, and Gray can’t help but watch and listen to the pleasure unfold. Jealousy and loneliness fill him, and he envisions himself having a wild ride with two of the new hands hired about the same time he was. Only problem is, Gray is fairly sure they’re both straight as an arrow.
When he’s paired up with those same two—Scotty Givens and Dale Hughes—they ask him about the moans and groans they’d heard through the thin walls of the bunkhouse. Gray doesn’t know how to respond without giving away the lust he’d felt that night and how much he’d wanted to do the same with Scotty and Dale.
Both men sense Gray’s desire and decide to put him to the test while spending a night on the range, looking for whoever is killing off Triple M cattle. Scotty and Dale each take a piece of Gray and eventually force him to choose between them—although he can’t foresee not having them both.
Looking down at Austin’s head, the silvery light glistening along the dark strands, Gray wanted it to last forever.
Yet, two other males came to mind. Dale and Scotty. He’d lusted after the pair for weeks now… and it was them he wanted to do this with, not Austin and Jensen.
Not that he was looking a gift horse in the mouth. After months of forced celibacy, he was on top of the world. Austin’s fiery mouth… and Jensen’s rough hands and lips… were all enough to send him into the stratosphere.
Gray didn’t know if Dale and Scotty buttered their bread on that side, so there was no sure bet he’d get his wish.
But if he could…
Gray glanced down at Austin and when the handsome man looked up, his face became Scotty’s. Dark good looks stared back at him, with a rock hard body covered in tats. Gray had only seen the ones on Scotty’s arm and neck, but hints peeking out from the man’s t-shirt dared Gray’s imagination to spread them farther. Did they go all the way down to his cock? A cock Gray imagined was thick and long from the heavy bulge he’d witnessed in the cowboy’s jeans.
He bit back another moan as Jensen kissed him again. When he pulled back, Jensen had become Dale. Blond hair and paler, unmarked skin covering an equally delicious body. Gray hadn’t seen him in the buff, either, but his mind worked overtime to create what was there. Tight jeans and t-shirt helped fill in the lines.
And as quick as his imaginings appeared, they were gone again, a play of the moon, sleeplessness, and the heat. Once again it was Austin and Jensen, two incredibly handsome and virile men touching him. It was unfair to these two to imagine them as anyone else but who they were—two gorgeous men willing to help him stave off the solitude for one night.