[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Cowboy Romance, M/M, sex toys, HEA]
Returning to the farm where they first met, Hunter Cross and Travis Mitchell prepare for a weekend of family fun celebrating the upcoming wedding of Andrea and Bill, Hunter's mother and Travis's uncle, while also reuniting with Jaxson Mitchell, Travis's cousin, and his new boyfriend, Dr. Chase Cameron. What they get instead is a less-than-friendly welcome from Jared and Derek Johnson, brothers working on the farm that have secrets about the past, especially Hunter's.
Fighting for their love and their lives, Hunter and Travis once again prove their love is as strong as the day they first met a year ago while working in the oppressive summer's heat of Virginia. Introducing two new characters to the Heat series and reuniting the characters of the first and second, the normally sleepy, Southern farm transforms into a place where dreams are made but could be just as easily broken.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Travis scrolled through the messages and found the one he was searching for.
I C U. I need U.
“Fucking bastard,” he whispered under his breath. “I’ll kill him.”
“What was that?” Hunter yelled from behind the closed bathroom door.
“I’ll be out in a minute, and then the shower’s all yours.”
“Okay, but I need to do something first.” Travis texted back a response.
He waited for only a second.
Hunter opened the door and poked his head through, the lower half of his face covered in a blanket of white shaving foam. “Hey, don’t be too long. Your parents are coming early to hang out, and I’d prefer you to be there. I like them, but I’m not so sure your dad likes me. He’s kind of intimidating.”
Travis chuckled. “Oh, that explains it. I was wondering why you were shaving. Trying to make a good impression, huh? You usually wait until you have a good week’s worth of scruff before you shave.”
Hunter disappeared. “Just don’t be late, please.”
He replaced Hunter’s phone on the nightstand and headed for the calf house. He stopped short, having one last thing to do before meeting Derek. “Hunter,” he called.
“Dad intimidates everyone, including me,” he said jokingly. “But he does like you,” he finished before racing down the stairs and out of the house.
He didn’t know what he would say when he came face-to-face with Derek, but he would find out soon. He slowed to a jog when he reached the open door of the shed and then stopped and took a deep breath, attempting to control his anger. He stepped inside and blinked, waiting for his eyes to adjust.
“Travis.” He heard Derek before he could see him. “What do you want?”
Derek didn’t bother with niceties.
Before he knew what he was doing, Travis lunged at Derek, taking him by his shirt collar. So much for controlling his anger. “For starters, you can stay the fuck away from Hunter.”
Derek delivered a blow to Travis’s chest, knocking him into the boarded slats of a pen. Calves scampered and began to cry. He pulled himself up with the help of a wood post. “I saw the text, Derek.”
“So what? I came across you two banging away by the river and stopped to watch. You put on such a good show, and I thought I wouldn’t mind getting in on some of the action and wondered if Hunter was up for some…again.” His left brow arched, and his mouth kicked up into a smirk. “I almost forgot how good he looked naked. Almost.”
Travis charged. They landed on the dirt floor and rolled. Travis straddled him between his clenched thighs and took his aim. He pulled back and punched. Travis’s right fist seared with pain as it met Derek’s jaw, but he was sure Derek’s jaw hurt more than his fist.
Derek wrestled and slid out an arm and punched, crossing Travis with a powerful left hook. His body went limp, seeing stars. Derek made his move. He forced Travis onto his back, pinning him. Travis fought back, but Derek’s hulk and weight were too much for him. Travis spat with rage, hitting Derek in the middle of the forehead. “Hunter’s mine. He didn’t want you, remember? If he did, that would’ve been you fucking him this morning. But it wasn’t, was it?”
Derek roared and pulled back as Travis closed his eyes and waited for contact. Instead, he felt a huge weight lifted from his chest.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
Travis opened his eyes and saw Jared wrestling his brother.
Derek attempted to squirm free of his grasp.
“Get the fuck off me!” he yelled, still struggling against his brother’s viselike grip.
“Have you lost your mind?” Jared yelled. “Calm your stubborn ass down.”
Seeing his chance, Travis stood and brushed the dirt from his clothes. “I don’t have any issues with you, Jared, but tell him to stay away from Hunter.”
“He will, you can make damn sure of it.”
Derek pushed himself free from Jared’s grasp. “Both of you can just go to hell,” he scoffed before storming past Travis and out of the shed.
Jared straightened his spine, pulling at the bottom of his T-shirt. “Look, I’m sorry about that, but I beg you not to say anything to Bill about this. I need…” he paused and cleared his throat. “We need this job. My brother gets confused sometimes, and he doesn’t know when to stop.”
Travis accepted Jared’s explanation, for now. “Just make sure he leaves us alone. This weekend is a happy occasion, and I want to remember it that way. I don’t want to make trouble for you, Jared, but…”
“No trouble, and I’m sorry, okay?”
“Okay.” Travis nodded, starting to walk out but stopped short and turned to face Jared. “And I won’t tell Bill if you won’t mention this to Hunter. We got a deal?”
This time, Jared nodded. “Deal.”
The air hung hot and heavy in the semidarkness of the barn. After sliding the door shut, Hunter wasted no time stripping Travis of his T-shirt and then his own, discarding them on a nearby bale of straw. He fed on Travis’s lips, slowly at first, hungry to taste his firm but still delicate mouth. He chewed at his lower lip as he slid his hands along Travis’s sinewy back, his skin feeling like the rarest of silks under his fingertips. “Lie down,” he commanded as he guided him almost forcefully to the floor covered in a cushion of loose hay and straw. His need to take Travis was always urgent, but for some reason, the need to push inside him, to completely possess him was tearing at his soul.
Maybe it was the memories of the farm from last summer, the first time they had sex and explored each other most afternoons after a long and hard day’s work. Or maybe it was being back in the country, surrounded by nature that made Hunter feel the call of the wild more than he normally did. Whatever the case, Hunter knew he had to take him, and soon. Being this close to Travis, smelling him, tasting him, he was going to shoot his load before he even got the chance to place his spitting cock inside of Travis’s velvety wonderland.
Hunter tore at the buttons of Travis’s 501s, opening them with one hurried yank. He reached in and unleashed his cock and admired it briefly before engulfing it into his eager and wanting mouth. “Mmm,” he moaned, tasting the familiar slick and salty fluid pouring from his lover’s hard and throbbing cock. It was a taste he craved and never grew tired of.
He lapped and licked taking it into his hands and then squeezed, feeling the blood coursing through the bulging veins. It was a generous shaft and the head was fleshy and full and pink. Absolutely beautiful, Hunter thought, as he rode Travis’s cock with his mouth, prompting moans and groans from Travis.
Travis slid out of his jeans like a snake shedding his skin while pumping his hips into Hunter’s hot and wet mouth. “Suck me babe. I love your lips on my cock,” he groaned out into their quiet surroundings.
Hunter did just that, still managing to kick off his shoes and inch out of his pants. His cock dripped and oozed its juices onto the floor, pooling under him. He dug a hand between Travis’s mounds parting them to find his swollen bud. Finding his target, he forced his fingers into the warm, soft flesh that jumped with his touch. He slid one, then two fingers into his hole, stretching and readying him for his awaiting cock. Travis parted his legs and rolled onto his shoulder blades giving Hunter access to his tender, pink flesh. He cried out as Hunter slid yet another finger into him and pushed deeper. Tears trailed from the corners of his eyes. “Fuck me,” he begged. “I need you to fuck me.”
His voiced cracked with desperation.
Hunter rolled Travis further onto his shoulder blades then angled over him. His chest and arms pulsed, supporting his own weight. Hunter gazed into his lover’s face watching a lustful fire rage in his steel-blue eyes. He reached down and grabbed his cock, running the slick head around Travis’s bud, teasing him. He knew it was cruel, but he wanted to hear him beg for just a little bit more. He pushed in and then retreated, gazing into Travis’s eyes. “You want me to fuck you, babe?”
Travis grunted and nodded his head.
Hunter spat on his hand and then reached down and lubed up his cock, his juice and spit making the perfect texture of lube.
They had stopped using condoms because they were exclusive and trusted each other. Nothing would ever come between them. Ever.
Hunter positioned himself and then rode his cock deep into Travis with one quick thrust, causing Travis to cry out. The tears streamed from his eyes freely as Hunter started his slow ride to ecstasy.
Hunter pumped his hips rhythmically as they panted in unison. Travis’s warm, moist breath blew across his face and neck. Sweat beaded on Hunter’s forehead and raced down his spine, disappearing into his ass cleavage. Over and over, more and more, he pushed as deeply as he could as Travis whimpered and moaned beneath him.
Travis reached up and tugged at his nipples causing him to go almost blind with lust. Hunter quickened his pace, feeling his sac jump, wanting release.
Reaching between his own legs, Travis grabbed his cock, gratifying himself while Hunter gratified his hole. He stroked his cock in time with Hunter’s rhythm as beads of sweat rained onto his face and chest from Hunter, his exertive lovemaking skills giving him…them, one hell of a work over.