Chaps
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"Garrett …" I took a step toward him, my chest rising and falling rapidly—my breathing, my heart—my whole damn body panicking. "What is it you wanted, exactly?"
Garrett peered up at me, his eyes glassy with tears. "Dirk, when we started fucking around, getting each other off …it was never supposed to be like this."
"Be like what?'
Garrett stuffed his hands into his pockets and stared down the alley, then looked directly at me. "I was never supposed to fall in love with you."
My heart leaped, thundering as I stood there, motionless, not sure what to say. A hideously noncommittal, "Oh—I …um," slipped through my lips.
"Fuck." Garrett scrubbed a rain-soaked hand around to the back of his neck. "That's just perfect. I knew I shouldn't have said anything."
"No, Garrett …wait."
"Dirk, don't." Garrett pulled his gloves from his coat. "I get it …you're not into me. You don't owe me an explanation." He straightened up, water dripping rhythmically from the brim of his hat, further obscuring his face. "You really don't. You don't owe me a god damned thing."
And then he was gone.
And I did nothing.
Just stood there, like a fucking idiot, and let the rain soak me through.
By the time I stepped into the RV, warm clouds of steam from a long-running shower had created a thick, moist haze. I'd never been so thrilled to see Garrett's chronic energy waste in action.
Garrett had taken my truck, leaving me to hitch a ride. I'd only been about twenty minutes behind him. Twenty long minutes, praying he'd be there when I got back. I'd nearly collapsed with relief when my truck and the RV's full complement of interior lights came into view.
I stripped my wet clothes off and placed my hand on the bathroom door, breathless—freezing cold—terrified. I closed my eyes and listened for any sounds of Garrett beyond the door.
I had a decision to make.
To live my life with Garrett completely—or lose him forever.
I clenched my hand into a fist. The complications of taking this step with Garrett were immense. Where we came from, men did not shack up together.
Then there was my dad …and the ranch. Our lives were going to become messy—dangerous even. Heading home with Garrett and living with him as my partner would undoubtedly damage my business and any chance Garrett had for finding employment.
My dad would undoubtedly fire him, and it wouldn't matter how good he was at his job, Garrett would be blacklisted.
I sighed, my heart heavy. This was going to break my mom's heart. She loved Garrett like a son, but she would never accept him into her house again if we went through with this.
Far too much time passed as I stood there staring at that door. It shouldn't have. Despite the life-altering chaos that lay ahead of us, I knew what I wanted.
I slid the bathroom door closed behind me to keep the warmth of the steam in and stood quietly for a moment watching him; Garrett's lithe, muscular body immersed beneath the flow of hot water, his eyes closed. He was gorgeous. Every square inch of him.
I touched the glass. It was more than that. Garrett's quirky sense of humor which surfaced when you least expected it, his patience, the pride he took in his work …the way he truly wanted to know how someone's day was going when he asked them.
The way he loved me.
I cursed beneath my breath. I'd known—I had.
Hadn't I?
"Hey," Garrett whispered as I stepped inside the shower and clicked the door closed. "I was beginning to wonder what happened to you." He wrapped an arm around my waist, and pulled me close to him, tight against his warm body. "Did you get lost?"
"Delayed." I settled one hand on his shoulder, the other on his face. I brushed my thumb across his lips. They were flushed from the heat. I pressed my forehead against Garrett's, thrilling in the sensation of our combined breath. "Some asshole took my truck."
Garrett snorted, grinning, then licked his lips. "I hope you figured out what to do with him."
"Partially." I looked up into his eyes. "Garrett, I'm not there with you …in love." I held his face with both hands when he moved to turn away. "Or I am …and I'm too scared to admit it."
Garrett furrowed his brow. "Dirk, if you don't want—"
"No, I do." I placed my hand on his chest, furrowing my fingers through the thick, dark hair. "I want this with you." A deep ache spread through my chest as I lifted my hand back to his face; my touch met by his gentle, loving eyes, his quickening breath—his trembling lips.
I wanted him to hold me and never let go, I was sure of that much.
"I want more," I added.
"You're sure." Garrett touched my lips with his fingertips, exciting the coils of desire preparing to spring. He traced a path along my jawline with them, sedately—longingly down my neck, to my shoulder. "Everything is going to change for us out there. It isn't going to be pretty."
"I know."
Garrett nodded, then stroked my cheek.
"Is it all right if I tell you I love you," he whispered.
An overwhelming weakness crept up from my feet. Tears pooled in my eyes as I clung to his shoulders for support. Only one word presented itself.
"Always."
Our bodies pressed closer. As if it were possible. My lips grazed his—open, parted—hungry, our breath mingling seductively between us. A quiet sigh accompanied my next exhalation.
Garrett held my face in his hand, breathing quicker, his deep brown eyes searching mine. I swept my hand into his hair, trembling with a mix of apprehension and desire. Our lips met, gently, then retreated, our hearts pounding hard between us.
I slipped my hand up the center of Garrett's back, holding him to me. The tension building between us was incredible. I'd found myself desiring his lips for days, now they were no longer off limits. Garrett tipped his chin, and I took the first step into breaking our very first rule.
No kissing.
A joyous relief rippled through me as our lips captured one another's—passionate, measured—exploring the depth of our commitment.
It was more than I'd been expecting. The emotion. Our bodies entwined, our mouths expressing feelings we'd both been harboring for some time.
Garrett's hand slid from my face, finding its way down my body to my ass. He grabbed a handful and crushed me against him, his rock-hard cock digging into my hip.
"Not here," I said as I stepped away from him. I had a desperate longing to feel him in my arms, to be wrapped up with him—just the two of us.
No one else.
Ever again.
"Meet me in the loft," I said.
I toweled off before climbing the short set of steps into my private area of the RV. We'd never shared a bed together. Not really. Not the way I'd yearned for. Had done so for longer than I was prepared to admit. Night after night of rolling over and reaching for him. The closest we'd ever come to fulfilling my desire for his presence, dozing off after having sex and awakening to find him crashed out beside me on whatever surface we'd deemed good enough to fuck on.
I smoothed the bedding with my hand. My apprehension was running high. What if this didn't work out and I lost Garrett forever. I lay down and tucked my pillow beneath my head.
Garrett's face appeared in the opening to the loft, easing the spiraling scenario rodeo I'd found myself on. He looked uneasy. Nervous, hesitant—desperate for assurance. I smiled at him, and his expression relaxed somewhat.
As he crawled toward me, I realized there were things about him I hadn't lent much weight to before, like the way his eyes always sought mine out. Or the shy smile he made a habit of casting my way at the most inopportune times. The gentle touch he preferred to use with me.
After that kiss, I was craving his touch more than my next breath.
Garrett started with the tops of my feet, kissing each. My ankles, up my calves, his lips traveled upward. The back of my knees, the inside of my thighs …he grinned up at me as he bypassed my cock. Tender, breathy ki
sses graced my stomach, my chest …worshipped my throat.
I was breathless by the time he reached my mouth.
"Hi …," I whispered nervously, his lips hovering dangerously close to mine.
The sexiest smile I've ever been lucky enough to elicit from anyone burst across his face, all his familiar laugh lines creasing up, his expressive eyes sparkling bright with pure elation.
"Hi," he responded as he brushed a few strands of hair from my forehead. His tentative lips took control of mine, reacquainting themselves, soft—then crushing—urgent. Time and again, we sought to devour one another. Frantic—visceral.
Garrett pushed me back into the bedding, layering his body on mine, his hips undulating, his lips becoming more desperate for dominance. I wrapped my legs around his hips, my arms around his neck, fingers digging into his hair. I felt as though I was soaring.
Soaring—but home.
Garrett felt like home.
I pulled away from his lips, whispering a near silent, "I love you," against them. I did, dammit if he hadn't captured my heart over the years.
The world be damned.
I wasn't letting him go—not ever.
Rodeo Boys
Cowboy lust, hot—dirty, and unstoppable
Dirk's family cattle ranch seems wholesome enough. Unless you were to wander into the horse barn Dirk uses for his side business of breeding and training stock horses. Then you might find him bulldogging Garrett, the ranch's head stockman.
Wanting to explore their sexual appetite further, Dirk and Garrett have started cruising. Hitting the rodeo circuit. Partially because they love bronc riding and steer wrestling, and partly because the rodeo grounds and local country bars are prime hunting grounds for tracking down straight guys who are willing to walk the line with them—experiment.
How far are these wranglers prepared to go to fulfill their rough stock lust? Follow the exploits of Dirk and Garrett as they cruise for straight guys on the Rodeo circuit.
Book 1 - Wranglers - Dirk and Garrett are busy gearing up for another rodeo, but that doesn’t mean they can’t wrangle up some fun before they leave. Nowhere and no one is off limits—if they like what they see.
Book 2 - Spurs - Dirk and Garrett are heading north to join the rodeo circuit. Late at night, in the pouring rain, a roadside encounter with a stranded, 'good-ole-boy' bronc rider, spurs and all, is just what they need to shake off the tension growing between them.
Book 3 – Chaps - Dirk and Garrett are placing well in their events, cruising and competing in the rodeo. Exhausted, but ready for anything, an unexpected revelation about a fellow cowboy, along with the allure of leather chaps atop bare flesh, add some heat to an already sweltering day.
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