The Rocky Mountain Man Hunt Collection (MM)

Rocky Mountain Man Hunt 7

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 181,181
4 Ratings (3.8)

Box Set #9: The Rocky Mountain Man Hunt Collection (All 5 books for $4.99)

In Shepherd's Bliss, for the past year, Jake Shepherd has tried to move on with his life since the man he loved walked out on him. But when Matt strolls back into Jake's life, a firestorm of emotions explodes between the two men. As they rekindle the fire they thought had blown out, a danger lurks in the surrounding mountains, threatening their lives and love forever.

In Carter's Salvation, Jason Reddicker has a simple life taking care of his family's land. Shawn Carter is undersheriff for the west corner of Rio Arriba County, and he loves it there. Jason and Shawn's friendship blooms into something more, but now a homicidal maniac is on the loose, and before long their lives hang in the balance.

In Taking Chance, Josh Landry's simple life as a small-town journalist is knocked off balance when a sexy new deputy strolls into town. Chance Jackson finally has his dream job, and he finds something special with a local reporter. As they struggle to control tension and passion in their budding relationship, a killer resurfaces, threatening not just their future but their very lives.

In Tempting Talon, Doctor Jace Atkins settles in a small, peaceful town to open his own private practice. Talon Hart is a local fisherman, and when Jace and Talon meet, they couldn't be more different. But an instant connection brings the two together, and they soon learn that opposites really do attract. As their romance grows, an unknown danger threatens to tear them apart and all they hold dear.

In Paul's Possession, Paul Rayburn move away from home to start a new life with his boyfriend, but things don't go as planned. Josh Hendricks, a small-town cop, is thrown into Paul';s troubled world, and sparks fly. Josh's life becomes even more complicated when a serial killer rips through their town leaving a trail of bodies and unveiling a thirty-year secret.

Peril and passion entwine as the men of the Rocky Mountain Man Hunt fight for their lives and find love along the way.

A Siren Erotic Romance


Taylor Brooks is a Siren-exclusive author.

Click on each cover for detailed blurbs, awards, ratings, excerpts, and reviews for each book in The Rocky Mountain Man Hunt Collection.

Shepherd's Bliss (MM) Carter's Salvation (MM) Taking Chance (MM) Tempting Talon (MM) Paul's Possession (MM)

The Rocky Mountain Man Hunt Collection (MM)
4 Ratings (3.8)

The Rocky Mountain Man Hunt Collection (MM)

Rocky Mountain Man Hunt 7

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 181,181
4 Ratings (3.8)
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Cover Art by Harris Channing




“Umm… second thought, maybe I should give you a ride home Dave.”

“Why? What’s going on?” Parker asked.

“Yeah. What’s wrong?” Jake seconded the question.

John blew out a breath and gave Jake a somber look. “The ahh…sheriff’s here.”

“Yeah? And?”

“He’s not alone,” John answered.

“What do you mean he’s not—?”

Jake wasn’t able to finish his question. It was stolen from his thoughts just as quickly as his breath was.

Standing in the doorway next to the sheriff was Matt Jorgensen, the sheriff’s brother, the man who left this town a year ago and never looked back. The same Matt who he’d fallen in love with and who had completely broken his heart. 

All eyes had shot to Jake. He could feel them just boring a hole right through him. His face flushed as he looked at Matt. His jet-black hair was longer. Obviously he had done away with the buzz cut that Jake used to give him every Saturday. A few loose strands of wavy curl fell on his skin-tanned forehead.

There was probably something he should say to break the awkward silence which surrounded them, but he was coming up blank. Even in the dimly lit room he could see Matt’s striking green eyes staring back at him. He hated how much he still missed the vibrancy they held. So many nights he had stared into those same eyes, and now they stood across a room from him, looking back as though the past year had never happened.

He looked entirely too good for a man that Jake swore he’d never allow into his life again, much less his fantasies.

“Okay, since no one’s going to talk I’ll jump in and break the ice. Lord knows it can’t get any more fucking uncomfortable in here than it already is. Jesus, if I had a knife I’d slice a piece of this tension pie and hand everyone a slice,” Sheriff Jorgensen said. “So, John here tells me you had a problem here tonight, Jake.”

Had a problem. Past tense. Thankfully the asshole is gone now. Just left,” Jake answered.

“Great. That makes my job a lot easier. That must have been that blue sedan I saw peeling down the road on my way in,” the sheriff said.


“So, anyway…”

“Look, thanks for stopping by. But, I’m closing up for the night. It’s been a long day. And I’d really like to call it a night. Can you guys just show yourself out?”

Jake turned away, and walked back behind the bar to the kitchen entrance. He didn’t want to be in the same room with Matt, but even more so, he couldn’t stand by and watch him walk through another door again. He may have written Matt out of his life, but his fucking feelings for him still lingered like a damn cold that refused to go away.

He heard a few replies of various forms of goodnights and goodbyes and then waited until he heard the cars pull away.

Standing in the kitchen he rubbed at the ache in his chest. Damn if it didn’t still feel like he loved Matt. It had been a month since he’d allowed him to enter his thoughts. The days of having him seep back into his subconscious with ease no longer plagued him. It took him forever to be able to fall asleep at night without seeing Matt’s face before him. Now he was back, and Jake wanted to know why.

Actually no, screw that. He didn’t want to know at all. Matt was the one who had left him. He’d walked out and closed the door on their relationship long ago with little regard for how much Jake had pleaded with him not to leave. The last thing he wanted was to get caught up in that whirlwind of heartache again.

Lord only knew why Matt came back at all. He had no desire to talk to him. All he could do was hope it would just be a quick visit and he’d be gone sooner rather than later.

Feeling a bit calmer, Jake walked back out into the bar to lock the doors for the night. He barely made it through the swinging saloon-style doors when he saw Matt sitting at the bar. His fingers were laced together while his arms rested atop the counter. It was an image that Jake had seen a thousand times before over the years. Yet, as he stood there, looking back at the man who was once his whole world, he couldn’t help but feel like he was seeing a complete stranger.




Blood was rushing through his veins faster than the speed of light. His cock was throbbing, aching for a lick from that velvety tongue which was currently teasing him to the point of insanity.

Jake and he had made love plenty of times. They’d cuddled and spooned and done every romantic thing a couple could do. This wasn’t a time for slow and easy though. There was a time for that, and then there was a time to fuck, and this was definitely one of those times.

“Mmm…someone’s getting hard,” Jake teased.

Matt grinned. “Yeah, imagine that. Funny how your tongue always seems to have that reaction. I would’ve thought you figured that out by now.”

“Oh. I figured it out long ago. Why else do you think I do it?”

“I don’t know, Why do you? I keep forgetting what comes next. Maybe you should remind me?” Matt teased, loving every minute of it.

“Forgot again, huh?”

Jake unzipped his jeans, but left the button fastened. Then he pulled the two sides of denim aside and slid his tongue through the opening.

Matt relished in the warm glide of Jake’s tongue against his boxers, but wanted more. He thrust his hips toward Jake’s face and grabbed onto the back of his hair. Running his fingers through his light brown hair he muttered moans of both appreciation and desperation.

Jake was teasing him, prolonging the anticipation. It was something he loved and hated at the same time. He couldn’t help but relish in the taunt Jake offered, but damn if he didn’t want to cut the delicious chase that he knew Jake could give him.

“Why do you tease me?” Matt asked, his voice filled with longing.

Looking up, Jake grabbed onto the sides of Matt’s jeans and leisurely tugged them down. With their eyes locked on one another, he worked them down, taking his boxers with them until his cock jutted out in front of Jake’s face.

His flesh was stretched tightly against his erection. The purple veins distended through his swollen cock proving how quickly Jake could take him to full blown frenzy.

Licking his lips, Matt asked, “What do you want? Tell me. You know how I love to hear it.”

“Suck me, baby. Fuck me with your mouth.”

Jake attempted to make it sound like an order, but the torture he was feeling betrayed him. He probably sounded more like a horny teenager than a dominant lover.

Whatever he sounded like, it hadn’t mattered. Jake closed his lips over the tip of his cock, sucking the liquid secretion of pre-cum into his throat and moaning.

Yes. Oh God Yes!

Matt worked his fingers on Jake’s scalp. Pushing Jake’s head further down, Matt waited until he opened his mouth wide and took the entire length of his cock in.

Matt dropped his head backward, hitting it against the back of the door. He winced, but only for a second. The heat of Jake’s mouth felt too good to be distracted by anything else. His lips clamped down tightly, sliding up and down his length taking him deeper into the back of his throat with every bob of his head.





They’d only been there an hour by the time Shawn was cooking hot dogs over the campfire Jason had made and they were each enjoying a cold beer. The combination of quiet night and longneck bottle of barley and hops was the perfect recipe for a shitty week.

Jason had bailed his dad out of jail for the third time that year. His dad, the consummate alcoholic who would never change, had managed to get himself arrested for a drunk and disorderly after starting a ruckus in one of the local taverns.

Shawn’s week hadn’t been quite as bad, but he’d just gotten back from a deputy training facility in the neighboring county. His new job as an official deputy for Rio Arriba County was to start the following week. He’d told Jason that he looked at his fishing and camping trip as being his last hurrah before he had to act all grown up and responsible.

Jason could still remember that night just like it was yesterday. Shawn had made a sarcastic remark about the hot dogs being too small. That was when Jason had made one of the cheesiest comments known to mankind when he asked Shawn if he liked his wieners big.

They both had burst out laughing at the ridiculous question, but after several minutes of hilarity, they both became quiet and just stared at one another. The fire illuminated the area around them, adding light to the darkness of the desert. The flames danced and licked at the air as sparks rose up and disappeared into the night.

After a while, Shawn finally broke the silence between them by asking what they were doing. Maybe it was nerves, or apprehension, but Jason played stupid, pretending to not know what Shawn meant.

“Having a campfire,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Come on, Jason. You know what I mean. What are we really doing? What is this game? This back and forth, this push and pull, am I just wasting my time?” Shawn asked.

Shawn had always been the more serious of the two, but there was something in his stare, the inflection of his voice which brought a whole new level of seriousness to the situation. His blue eyes, which normally reminded him of dark denim, now seemed almost black, like the ocean on a moonlit night.

As Jason looked deeper he was sure he could see them both, kissing and exploring one another. It was an image that sucker punched him square in the gut. It left him with no smart-ass retort or quick-witted reply. There was no more denying it, no more holding back. What they felt wasn’t going away and the truth of it was, Jason didn’t want it to.

“You’re not wasting your time,” Jason whispered to him before moving closer to Shawn. “Not by a long shot.”




He would give anything for just one more night with Shawn like they used to have. The nights when they would talk until the wee hours, until their talking turned into kissing, and then their kissing turned into fucking.

Damn, but they could suck and fuck one another for hours on end. Neither one of them would grow tired or want to stop. They didn’t need food or water to sustain themselves, only each other.

The pleasure they brought one another seemed unreal, like the kind that no one before them had ever experienced. He was sure that no other couple’s passion could even come close to the fires they ignited inside one another.

The shower water was starting to warm. Droplets of liquid heat dripped down his body until his cock was soaked. Beads of steamy moisture slid down his length and tickled his balls. His hand moved on its own accord and fisted his cock.

Fuck he wanted Shawn so damn bad. He could almost taste the memory of his cum. There was so much he wanted to do, and yet so much that he no longer thought he was entitled to.

He worked his hand up and down, stroking and trying to swallow the giant lump in his throat. His body was on fire, but his heart fucking hurt. He wanted Shawn back. Not just his body, but who he used to be.

The sound of the bathroom door closing jerked his mind back to the present. He turned his head and saw Shawn standing there. Surprisingly there was a bulge in his trousers which was indicative of the old Shawn, the Shawn he used to know.

“Don’t stop,” Shawn told him.

Jason turned away. He felt tears sting his eyes and he refused to allow Shawn access to such a raw emotion. He was so angry that anyone had this much control over him. He hated that he cared so damn much and felt so vulnerable to a man that had shown him such little interest of late.

The shower door opened. Startled, Jason turned to see Shawn stepping inside. His clothes were no longer hiding his beautiful body. Nervously, Jason dropped his eyes downward and looked at the object which poked at his peripheral vision.

There it was. Shawn’s cock, standing up at attention so thick and hard. It was just as beautiful Jason remembered it to be. Maybe even more so.

Jason forgot about his dinner and the normalcy of everyday life. He suddenly felt starved, like a man who hadn’t eaten in weeks, maybe even months. His need to feed on the sustenance of Shawn overwhelmed him, and without hesitation he dropped to his knees on the hard shower floor.

With Shawn’s heavy cock in his fingers, Jason opened up his mouth wide and took the entire length of Shawn’s dick into the back of his throat. The combination of that day’s sweat mixed with the musky scent of Shawn filled Jason’s senses. His nostrils flared and he inhaled deeply the aroma that always managed to drive him insane with lust.

Jason’s own balls drew up tight with the tease of climax. He wasn’t close yet, but that didn’t stop his cock from reminding him how quickly he could fall with Shawn.

Shawn’s longer fingers grabbed the back of Jason’s head and pushed him farther down on his length. Jason heard a groan of satisfaction when he opened that much wider, allowing Shawn to fuck his throat.

The sounds of pleasure which echoed in the shower only added fuel to Jason’s fire. He closed his lips tightly around Shawn’s cock and sucked in his cheeks. With his fingers he massaged Shawn’s tight ball sac. He wanted, no he needed to taste his cum. He needed it just as much as he needed air to breathe.

Shawn was saying something, but whatever it was Jason couldn’t understand. His head was pounding with the thump of his heartbeat and the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Finally a tug on the back of his hair forced him to stop and pay attention.

“I need to fuck you. Not your mouth, your ass. Please. I need you so fucking bad right now.”





Chance sat back down and grinned despite the pile of case files still waiting for him. His mood picked up a little bit by the banter of his co-worker. Garrison gave him shit all the time, and Chance had no problem dishing it out in return. It was all in good fun.

He was about to flip open the next folder when his phone vibrated against the table. He picked it up and read the notification telling him he had one new text from Josh. Pressing on a few buttons, he opened the message and read it.

This is your last chance, either answer me, or I’m going to have to resort to other messages to get your attention. We need to talk!

Chance stared at the message and his mind raced with a million possibilities of what Josh was threatening. He didn’t want to answer him, didn’t want to have the conversation which would end everything. Something told him he better respond or else Josh would do exactly what he said he would, resort to other measures. He wasn’t sure what he even wanted to say, but reluctantly he began typing his reply.

Other measures? Meaning what exactly?

It probably wasn’t what Josh wanted to hear, but it was all Chance could stomach at the time. He fucking missed him like crazy. It was bad enough his career was tanking before his very eyes. At least he was able to go to bed every night holding onto hope that he and Josh may get back together. He wasn’t ready to close that chapter of his life.

Damn it, Chance! What does it matter?

He read Josh’s reply and shook his head. Josh was right. It didn’t matter. Whatever it was, it was obvious that he’d already made up his mind. Just as he was about to type a reply a third message came through.

Jesus. I don’t want to have this conversation over text, but at least you answered me this time. Come to my place tonight. Please? We need to talk and I’m not taking no for answer.

Chance was torn between sadness and annoyance. Aside from not wanting to have the conversation to end it all, he couldn’t help but be a bit perturbed by the arrogance in Josh’s message. He wouldn’t take no for answer, huh? It was that take-no-prisoners attitude that had him writing the article and caused their fight in the first place.

Oh really? Well how about this…NO!

That was it, the final straw. He may have loved Josh, but he was tired of his act-first-and-think-later approach to every situation. There were plenty of times in the past year that Josh acted in the same way, but Chance always let it roll off his shoulders. He couldn’t help but wonder now if things may have turned out differently if he had spoke up a few times about it.

Fine! Have it your way. See you in a minute.

Chance’s eyes widened when he read the message which acted as a warning as well. Here? He was coming here to the station? Sheriff Larkin had made it abundantly clear that Josh was never to set foot in the station again. He may have been out on patrol right then, but if he came back and caught Josh here, hell, even if he heard Josh had been here, there would be hell to pay. He was sure of it.




Josh’s cock throbbed unbelievably at the sight. He felt like a virgin ready to fuck for the very first time.

“Well? Am I?” Chance asked.

“Huh?” The question tore him from his fantasy.

“Am I going to get lucky?”

Josh grasped his cock, stroking it firmly in his hand as he listened to the husky allure of Chance’s voice. Damn, but the man was the sexiest creature he’d ever come across. He had no idea how he’d become so damn blessed to have him, but he thanked God every day for it. If getting lucky was what Chance wanted, far be it for him to neglect his hungry deputy.

He crawled on the bed and worked himself between Chance’s legs. For just a moment of torture, he pressed his cock between the globes of Chance’s ass and teased them both with what was to come next.

“God…you’re so bad. Why are you making me suffer?” Chance asked him.

Flipping open the cap, Josh tipped it upside down and squirted a small amount of oils right along the seam. Then with two fingers Josh slid further, tickling Chance’s entrance until he was moaning from his ministrations.

Josh always loved the way Chance’s body looked, but seeing it writhe and moan underneath nothing more than his touch was another thing entirely.

He picked up the bottle once more and let two small drops fall onto the top of his dick. Setting the bottle on the night stand, he held the tip with his palm and worked the glistening liquid all around.

Instant heat shot straight to his balls and made his cock go from hard to something which could be used to cut granite. Whatever they put in these oils felt like he was rubbing straight lava on his dick, only it burned him in the best possible way.

He braced himself and slid past the seam. The molten slippery grease shot across the tight skin of his cock and worked its way down to his nuts. The magic potion put together by Viking was pulling him to orgasm faster than he expected.

Josh held himself and pushed gently at the puckered hole. He could feel the tiny muscles throbbing at the intrusion. They offered him a warning. It was a warning that proved to be more promise than threat. He knew what those tight pulsating nerves would do the second he breached their opening. He knew all too well, and that was exactly why he did what he did next.





“Here sit down, babe. I even made you some fresh sweet tea.” Talon pulled out the chair for Jace to sit.

“Either I’m one lucky man, or you’ve done something really bad that you’re trying to make up for,” Jace teased.

Talon poured a glass of tea and slid it across the table. “You’re one lucky man.”

“I thought so.” He smiled before biting into the sandwich and moaning in pleasure.

“Did I do good? I know you usually make them, but I figured I’ve watched you enough times I couldn’t screw it up that badly.”

“Oh no…this is…so good,” Jace answered with a mouth full of food in between chewing. Normally he had wonderful table manners, but right now all he could think of was his growling stomach.

Jace poured himself a glass and replaced the pitcher in the refrigerator before sitting down across from Talon. “The tourist season has barely begun. How are you going to keep up these hours?”

“Well…I figure…” Talon finished a bite. “Sorry. God this is good. Anyway, as I was saying. I figure I can do one of two things. Either wrap all the tourists up in bubble wrap to keep them from injuring themselves amidst the myriad of stupid things they do. Or, I can stop taking non-emergent cases and refer those to Stillwater Community Hospital. Whichever I choose, I have to do it soon because I’m getting too old for these long hours. And if I have to listen to one more wailing child or some overprotective mom who insists I’m doing things wrong, I might just lose it and turn into Doctor Death instead of Doctor Atkins.”

“Poor baby.” Talon reached over and rubbed Jace’s shoulder. “It sounds like you could use a little TLC yourself. And probably a good night’s sleep.”

Jace only nodded as he continued to wolf down the contents of his sandwich which far surpassed his stomach’s hunger expectations. He hadn’t expected to find Talon at his apartment and figured he’d probably make himself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and fall asleep on his couch. True to Talon’s nature he had surprised him once again, much like he’d been doing for the past several months.

He pushed the plate aside and let out a satisfied groan. “That was awesome. Thank you. It’s exactly what I needed.”

“You’re welcome, babe. I knew you’d be hungry. And besides…I generally try to give you what you need.” Talon winked while getting up from the table and taking the plate to the sink.

Jace chuckled. “Yeah. You’re pretty good at that. You must be psychic or something.”

“Nah…I just know how to read you.”

“Yeah? What am I thinking right now?”

Talon took the kitchen towel and snapped it against Jace’s shoulder. “You have a dirty mind.”




“Looks like someone’s a little horny,” he teased.

When Jace didn’t respond, Talon made an attempt at seeming bored and no longer in the mood. “Okay, well I guess I’ll just eat my waffles and—”

“Stop.” Jace stopped him abruptly and wrapped his fingers around Talon’s cock. “You’re evil. You do realize that right?”

“Aww…that hurts. Why do you have to be so mean?” Talon asked.

“Upset your delicate sensibilities, did I?”

Talon nodded. “Yeah. You should probably kiss something to make me feel better.”

“Look at you. I fucking love how beautiful your cock is. When you get hard…your veins…it looks so damn good,” Jace said with a shaky voice.

There it was. That indication Talon had been looking for. Jace could joke with Talon and be a riot, but he had a “tell” which told Talon when it was no longer time for fun and games. It was now time for adult fun.

“You like my cock, baby? Tell me…what would you like to do to it?” he asked, loving how Jace always responded to his dominant streak.

“I think I’d rather show you.” Jace whispered the words.

Talon remembered how hot Jace’s mouth felt whenever he sucked him off. His cock must have remembered too, because with those few words his balls drew up and pre-cum leaked from his tip. Talon had no problem relinquishing a little bit of control so Jace could take what he wanted.

Reaching out, Talon cupped the side of Jace’s face and brushed his thumb across his cheek. “So show me, baby.”

“Damn it. I really have to go, but I can’t help myself. I want you so bad,” Jace answered while tightening his grip and continuing to stroke Talon’s cock.

Talon’s blood was really flowing now. The idea of getting a blow job was never a bad one, but getting sucked off by Jace, the man that he was crazy about and who looked at him with such thirsty eyes…there were no words to describe how that made him feel, though the phrase “ten feet tall and bulletproof” did come to mind.

“Yeah? I want things too. Some things you do…they drive me crazy,” Talon told him, still caressing his face with his hand.

He brought his thumb down and traced a line along Jace’s lower lip until he opened his mouth and took it in his mouth. The gentle sucking nearly did Talon in. He was surprised he didn’t come from that alone like a horny virgin teenager might have.

“Your mouth…it does such good things. Why don’t you use it on my cock?” Talon suggested. “Take me in your mouth, babe. Suck me off.”

“Oh God, Talon.” Jace rubbed at his hard-on through his trousers. “You drive me insane.”

An amused smile crossed Talon’s face. He so enjoyed it when Jace got into this desperate and needy mode. Nothing was a bigger turn-on than knowing how bad Jace wanted him. Just like the night before when Jace was begging to be fucked. Times like that were the greatest aphrodisiac he’d ever experienced.





Josh was handsome in a naturally rugged way. He wasn’t like some men who kept their skin moisturized or went to extra lengths to make sure they looked their best at all times. No, Josh Hendricks was quite the opposite from what Paul could tell. His dark hair was unkempt in an almost messy fashion. His cheeks and face held slight stubble, but Paul couldn’t tell if it was from days of not shaving or if Josh was the kind of man who grew a five o’clock shadow by ten in the morning.

It suddenly occurred to him that he hadn’t spoken in a few moments, and silence loomed between them as Josh stared at him. “Well, I think your place is really cute.”

“Oh no, cute? I can’t speak for all men, or even yourself for that matter, but I can tell you that I’m not a fan of anything even remotely relating to being ‘cute.’ Maybe cool, or righteous, even an awesome might be better, but cute?” Josh shook his head. “Not so much.”

Going with the flow of Josh’s lighter teasing mood, Paul replied, “Actually, if I knew anything about men I don’t think I’d be in this situation. I think it’s pretty obvious I don’t read people very well.”

Paul smirked at him, hoping Josh caught his sarcasm. Damn but he wished he hadn’t been raked over the coals by his ex-boyfriend who would forever go down in history as the asshole who would out-asshole all other assholes.

“Well, I don’t know about that. Sounds like he was a real piece of work. Come on. Let me show you to your room. It’s not big, but it has a bed and a dresser.”

Paul perked up at the thought of sleeping in a bed after spending the night before on the floor. ”So you do have a second bedroom?”

Josh turned to face him, “Didn’t I mention I had a guest room? I was sure that I had.”

“Well maybe you did. I don’t remember. You’ll have to forgive me. I’ve had a few shocks this past twelve hours or so, so I’m not exactly playing with a full deck right now.”

Nodding and leading him the rest of the way down the hall, Josh motioned toward an open doorway. “Here we go.”

Paul took a peek into the room and tried his best to hold back his immediate reaction to its decor, but after only a few seconds his attempts failed him as he burst out laughing.


“I’m sorry,” Paul apologized, trying desperately to bite back his free-flowing laughter. “It’s great. Really, it is. It’s just not quite what…well, it’s not exactly what I might have expected to find in a cop’s home. But, hey...I’ve never been famous for my interior decorating. If you’re into canopy beds with pink satin and lace, then who am I to judge, right?”

Josh gave his a look of slight amusement. “Ha ha. Very funny. Make fun if you must. It was my sister’s bedroom set from when we were growing up. I didn’t exactly have the budget to purchase guest room furniture, so I brought it from my mom’s house. Besides, little sis visits every so often, so it just makes sense.”

“Okay, if you say so, but really, I won’t judge you.”

“You want a place to stay or not?”

Paul was only teasing, and it was obvious that Josh was playing right along with him, but the initial image did place quite but the picture into the type of man that Josh may be. It was a complete contradiction of what one might expect from a cop.




Josh’s actions were no longer under his control. He continued to work his hands up and down as the water lapped against his arm. The hot liquid washed across his skin, increasing the temperature in his own body to scorching levels.

He watched in fascination as Paul relaxed under his touch. His face changed. No longer was the telltale sign of embarrassment covering his expression. Now he could sense Paul’s desire building back up.

Gently, Josh stroked Paul’s cock as he felt his own begin to twitch and react to the wonderful fantasy he’d come home to. Paul may have started the tease, but Josh had no problem meeting him with a taunt. He knew what he wanted, and now he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop until he got exactly that.

Paul gasped and continued to squirm underneath Josh’s touch. Josh leaned further over the tub, eager for more and to see what more noises he could create in Paul with just his touch. He reached below the water and ignored his uniform getting wet. His focus was on one thing and one thing only…Paul.

Just beneath the base of Paul’s cock Josh slipped his finger inside the seam of Paul’s ass. The soft cheeks spread for him with the smallest effort until he found the hole which he’d been after. Josh then slid his finger inside, delving into the tight entrance which pulsated around his intrusion.

Paul arched his body up and sighed with Josh’s invasion. He opened his eyes and looked into Josh’s. There seemed to be a silent understanding between the two men who had barely just met. Paul was welcoming him, accepting what was about to happen, and from what Josh could tell, he was sure enjoying it.

“I’ve been dreaming about having you all afternoon,” Josh confessed, although he wasn’t sure why he did.

Paul then muttered something, but it was didn’t register with Josh. With Paul’s cock in one hand and fingering his ass with the other, he was lost in a tornado of lust that was out of his control.

“What are you…doing?” Paul whispered through gasping breaths.

Josh watched, completely mesmerized as Paul bent his body and arched with every thrust of his finger. Josh’s cock was already rock hard and ready to fuck. He needed Paul, and he couldn’t stand another moment not knowing what it was like to take him.

“You’re driving me crazy.” Josh bit his lower lip and slipped his finger farther into Paul’s ass. “You like my finger in your ass? Hmm? Does that feel good?”

“Josh…yes, but I….”

He was utterly fascinated by this man. From the disheveled state he’d found Paul in that morning to the seductive way he moved as Josh finger-fucked his ass. it was all too damn sexy for him to be expected to resist.

Josh was able to witness Paul’s arousal as it lit up in his face. His cheeks flushed as his lips parted and his eyes glazed over. He was getting close to the edge.

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