Cole Patterson was raised by his uncle on a cattle ranch in Colorado where being gay is likely to get you strung up. The one bright spot in Cole's life was cowboy Jack Price. Cole loved Jack, even though he knew Jack was straight. But when Jack got engaged to his high school sweetheart, it was too painful and Cole took off. Two years later Cole’s working at Pepper's Palace in Pahrump, Nevada as a male prostitute. A chance meeting reconnects the two men and after a few drinks Jack shocks Cole by admitting he’s always had feelings for him. Even though the passion between the two men is undeniable, Cole is positive when Jack learns the truth about Cole he’ll turn his back on him forever.
Be Warned: m/m sex, public exhibition, prostitution
He took the bottle and poured us another round. Well, he tried. A lot of it ended up on the bar, and he giggled as he set the bottle down. “Shit. When did I become such a lightweight?” He licked the tequila off his hand and my cock twitched.
I stood awkwardly. I was having a little trouble controlling my amorous impulses, and I decided I should probably get him safely to bed. “We can talk more in the morning. Maybe I should walk you to your motel.”
“My. How forward of you.” He grinned. He grabbed his hat and threw some cash on the counter. “Keep the change,” he told the smiling bartender as he put his Stetson firmly on his head.
We walked out into the cool night. The smell of star jasmine was strong and I heard a coyote off in the distance. Jack linked arms with me and we made our way in the direction of the motel. The ground was uneven, and we kept tripping and giggling. At one point Jack stopped me and turned to face me.
“Have you ever had sex with a girl?” he asked in a gravelly voice.
Surprised at the question I laughed. “Um … no. I like fucking guys, remember?”
He hissed in a breath. “I know. I just wondered if you knew what you were missing.” The moon was full and it cast shadows over his angular features.
“Pffft. I like dicks waaaayyy too much.” I chuckled and he laughed. “Besides, you have no idea what you’re missing.”
He licked his lips and his eyes seemed to glitter in the dim light. “Yeah.”
Yeah? That response surprised me a little.
Shaking his head, he said, “Fuck. I am wasted.”
“Me too.” I started walking again and he followed.
“How far is the motel? Promise you’re not just taking me all the way out here to have your way with me.” He grinned.
“Don’t give me any ideas.” I laughed.
He swallowed loudly and stopped me again. “Have you ever had fantasies about me?”
I flushed and tried to start walking again, but he tugged on the back of my shirt and kept me where I was.
“I’m serious. Have you ever … you know … wanted me?” He sounded so forlorn my heart ached for him.
“Why are you asking me that? If I say no I’d probably insult you, and if I say yes you’ll be freaked out.”
He searched my face and seemed to be breathless all at once. “I’ve thought about you.”
“What?” I asked, shocked. “Do you mean … sexually?” I couldn’t catch my breath all of a sudden.
He nodded and then rubbed his face again. “I’m only telling you this because I’m super drunk.”
I smiled and leaned in, pressing my chest to his, our mouths only inches apart. “You’re such a chicken shit. You’d never have the guts to kiss a guy.”
His breath was warm and sweet from the tequila. “Not just any guy, no. But you … I’d fucking love to kiss you, Cole.”
My heart started pounding so hard I was afraid he’d be able to hear it. “Yeah?” I asked, aware that my cock had hardened between my legs at the very idea he’d kiss me. “You’re just saying that.”
“You like girls. Don’t fucking play with me.” I didn’t appreciate being teased. I was way too drunk and horny for that.
He shocked me when he pulled me into his arms and covered my mouth with his. His lips were hot and urgent as they opened against mine. I didn’t have it in me to hold back. He gave a tiny whimper when I slipped my tongue into his mouth, desperate to taste him while I had the chance. He tangled his fingers in my hair and kissed me harder. He had an erection. There was no hiding it as it pressed into my thigh. When he lifted his head for air I assumed he’d push me away angrily, but instead he slid his hands along my hips and slipped around to cup my ass, grinding against my bulging cock.
“Holy fuck, Cole.” He sounded scared and out of control. “I want to do things to you that are wrong. So fucking wrong.”