by BA Tortuga
The entire world buzzed, Morgan’s heart just pounding along as Owen put the bead in, the heavy ring falling to bump against his skin. God.
“That’s it. That’s perfect.” He thought Max might just come. That voice sounded just like it did right before Max came.
“Yours. Cowboy. I….” He sat up, moaning as his nerves just lit up. Hotel. Bed. Hard, deep fucking. “We’re done?”
Max looked at him, bit his lip. “’S up to you, sugar. I told Owen. Well. I wasn’t sure.” Oh, that was adorable. His cowboy was blushing like fire.
He slid over, settled in Max’s lap, humming low. “Wasn’t sure what, cowboy?”
“If you would want to pick something out for me.” Capturing his hand, Max lifted it to cover Max’s left nipple.
“Oh….” Morgan melted, balls to bones, as he nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, cowboy. You’ll love it.”
“Okay. Okay, let’s do it, then.” He got a smile, a kiss that curled his toes and God knew what else as Max put one hand behind his head to draw him close.
His fingers played with that little bit of flesh, tugging and pulling, making it hard and ready. His sexy cowboy. His Max. God.
Max rocked a little under him, biting his lower lip. “Need to do this now or I won’t. I can’t. Morgan.”
“Okay. I want a barbell, something that won’t catch. He works with his hands.” A sweet little barbell that he could tug would be perfect, would drive Max insane.
“You got it. Something like this?” Owen asked, bringing a little tray over. Yeah, there were silvery, brushed metal, a couple of other colors, some gold. The perfect sizes.
“Gold for him.” It would glow on his skin.
“Nice.” He got a wink from Owen, who gestured for Max to get up and kinda trade places with him.
Max nodded, lifting them both before setting Morgan on his feet and raising his arms so Morgan could pull his shirt off.
Beautiful cowboy. He stroked Max’s smooth scalp just briefly as the shirt came off. “You ready, cowboy?”
“Uh-huh. For you. Only for you, Morgan.” He could see it on Max’s face. Everything from when they met in London to when Max had clocked his daddy defending him. All of it. Pure love.
He nodded. He knew. He knew. “My cowboy. You’re going to fly.”
“’Kay.” Max lay back, staring at him the whole time, gasping as Owen got him ready, shivering.
He stayed right there, holding Max’s eyes. “I want to see it all. All of you.”
He’d never seen it from this side of the needle, had never seen someone else quiver and shake, and it was Max. Max, who was grabbing his hand as Owen capped off the barbell and cleaned up, then slipped out of the room with a little chuckle floating behind him.
“Oh. Oh, Max. I…. You….” He shook his head, fingers right beneath that tight little nipple. He knew how that felt, stinging and burning and so fucking erotic.
Max’s whole body arched, the table-chair thing creaking under his weight. “Morgan.”
“Yes.” He leaned close, blew a soft stream of air over that dark, abused flesh.
“Oh. Oh God.” Max reached for him, hauling him right up, kissing him like crazy. Lips and tongue on his mouth, Max bit at him, licked him, went crazy for him.
He tore at Max’s fly, needing. Needing now. Owen could wait a few minutes. Just long enough to take the edge off.
“Yeah. Yeah.” Max agreed, obviously. They got hands and bodies situated, jacking each other hard and fast, kissing like crazy. Max’s skin felt like it could burst into flames.
“Yours. Cowboy.” He sucked Max’s tongue, fingers working the tip of Max’s prick hard enough to burn.
“Mine. Like I’m yours.” Yeah. No doubt about that anymore. Not with Max getting himself pierced for Morgan. No doubt at all.
Just as it was supposed to be. “Yeah. Yeah.” He held Max’s gaze, hips starting to jerk and buck gracelessly.
“I…. Morgan!” Max arched under him, almost threw him off with the violence of it, hot come spilling into his hand as Max shot, groaning.
It was the mixture of heat and the way Max squeezed and the brush of one thigh against the ring between his legs that sent him over the edge.
They just lay there and panted for a few minutes before Max started laughing, leaning to kiss him hard. “So do we clean up and go pay and go back to the hotel?”
“I think that is a perfect plan.” He grinned, nose brushing against Max’s. “Tell me we can stay in the room and explore for at least two days.”
“God, yes. We can stay as long as we want as long as we call the dogs on the phone every so often.”
He thought about that for a minute, then nodded. He’d seen them work together to open the pantry and get to the treats on the top shelf. Max kept the phones down low. “Perfect. I need some time to play with you.”
“I need you too, sugar. More than anything.” Max kissed him again, got them up and moving, looking rueful as he saw their come on Owen’s chair. “That can’t be sanitary.”
He started chuckling as he found some paper towels and the spray bottle of soapy water. “I’m sure it’s bad luck to offend blue-haired piercers, cowboy.”
“No shit.” Their clothes were all over, and Max scooped them up, handing Morgan’s to him. “But I tried to prepare him, so he should be cool.”
“Oh, I bet we’re on the tame side. If you’d spanked me to the tune of the national anthem and smoked banana leaves while he pierced me?” He stopped and grinned. “We’d still be on the tame side.”
Hooting, Max popped his ass just as he got it covered up. “Now you know I’d never sully the ‘Star Spangled Banner’ that way, sugar.”
“My own personal patriot.” He got all put together. “Take me to the hotel, cowboy.”
“You got it, sugar. Gonna tear you up.”
Max put an arm around his waist and led him out, paying Owen on the way. They hit the street, both of them hurrying, both of them needing. Kind of like every time they went anywhere.
Morgan laughed, alive and awake and ready. Ready for this whole new thing.
He just hoped the world was ready for them.
More from BA Tortuga
Colby McBride is a blue-collar cowboy trying to make ends meet laying tile in Colorado. A loner by choice, Colby works hard with his hands and finds his peace camping in the mountains outside Boulder. Gordon James is a white-collar restaurateur who owns not one, but two successful establishments in downtown Boulder. He’s a sophisticated urbanite who is devoted to his work and is accustomed to getting what he wants.
The men are friends, but sparks fly when Colby falls in love and decides to show Gordon how much fun a good old boy can be. They’re just beginning to explore their relationship when Gordon’s sister’s suicide leaves him with custody of his five-year-old niece.
Colby comes from a huge family and is eager to help with the girl and to prove his worth to Gordon. But neither of them is ready for the tremendous changes to their already busy lives, or for how this new relationship with Olivia challenges them, complicating the way they interact with each other.
They say opposites attract, but can these two very different men work together to join their disparate lives and form a strong, if highly unlikely, family?
Being a hard-core rodeo cowboy means getting by with little money and less of a future. But for two hardscrabble rodeo riders, that might change….
Dean’s been around the rodeo circuit long enough to know when a new kid is down on his luck. Giving young Will a ride to the next event is just the neighborly thing to do, passing on some of the kindness strangers have shown him over the years. Who’d expect Will to be such good company? So good in fact, that Dean figures he might just keep Will around—especially since Will feels the same.
Traveling from rodeo to rodeo, enjoying all the fringe benefits they can, is a dream come true for Dean and Will. Troubles with Dean’s family and Will’s stubborn pride separate them for a while, but they
always come back together when the chips are down. These two cowboys are a match made in heaven—now they just need to convince everyone else to let them live the life they love and find their future together.
As a teenager, Dalton Jakoby made Tank an offer—one Tank turned down gently. It was still embarrassing as hell, so when Tank returns to the Jakoby Rodeo Company after a big-time bull riding tour, Dalton decides polite but distant is the best course of action.
Tank is hurting from some tough injuries and ready for a lighter workload. He’s also ready to admit Dalton is an adult now, one he wants to get to know much better. While Dalton’s past makes him suspicious of Tank’s attention, he can’t stay standoffish for long… not with Tank.
The new romance burns hot, but problems inside and outside the arena threaten what Tank and Dalton might have together.
A Collaborations Novel
Texas artist Tucker Williams arrives in New York City for a gallery showing of his work and finds the city blanketed in snow. He meets free-spirited underwear model Calvin McIntire on the steps of the Midtown library and is captivated by a wild beauty that manages to compete with the demons that occupy his soul and fuel his work with their lust for blood and erotic imagery.
Unable to deny a new inspiration, Tucker sublets a studio and finds the city’s energy almost as addictive as Calvin.
Tucker is obsessive, barely holding on to sanity as his art consumes him, and Calvin is dealing with demons of his own, trying desperately to protect his soul in a business where only his appearance has value. They each prove to be the perfect remedy for the other’s personal brand of crazy until, in the midst of stress and exhaustion, they discover that a promise Calvin needs is the one thing Tucker can’t give him, and their heaven turns to purgatory.
Can both men find a path toward wholeness in Tucker’s beautiful but chaotic Texas home? In order for them—and their passionate relationship—to thrive, they’ll need to adapt, share their psychoses, and find a true balance between New York City and rural Texas.
Working on a full house.
Once upon a time, Trey Williamson and Ap McIntosh had quite the whirlwind romance—but that was before family tragedy left them the guardians of five kids. Their lives have changed quite a bit over the last six years, but Ap is still on the rodeo circuit, doing what he does best in an attempt to feed all those extra mouths.
That leaves Trey back on the ranch, isolated and overworked as the kids’ sole caregiver. Something has to give, and when Ap comes home, they’re reminded how hot they burned once upon a time. But is it a love that can withstand wrangling over time, money, and the future? They have to decide what kind of family they want to be… and whether what they share can stand the test of time.
BA TORTUGA, Texan to the bone and an unrepentant Daddy’s Girl, spends her days with her basset hounds, getting tattooed, texting her sisters, and eating Mexican food. When she’s not doing that, she’s writing. She spends her days off watching rodeo, knitting, and surfing Pinterest in the name of research. BA’s personal saviors include her wife, Julia Talbot, her best friends, and coffee. Lots of coffee. Really good coffee.
Having written everything from fist-fighting rednecks to hard-core cowboys to werewolves, BA does her damnedest to tell the stories of her heart, which was raised in Northeast Texas, but has heard the call of the high desert and lives in the Sandias. With books ranging from hard-hitting GLBT romance, to fiery ménages, to the most traditional of love stories, BA refuses to be pigeonholed by anyone but the voices in her head.
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By BA Tortuga
Best New Artist
Bombs and Guacamole
Boys in the Band
Fighting Addiction
Latigo
Living in Fast Forward
Long Black Cadillac
Mud, Movies, Bullets, and Bulls
Old Town New
Private Dances
Rainbow Rodeo
Rough in Wranglers
Say Something
Seashores of Old Mexico
Stetsons and Stakeouts
Things that Go Bump in the Night
DREAMSPUN DESIRES
#6 – Trial by Fire
#30 – Two Cowboys and a Baby
#65 – Two of a Kind
LEANING N
#16 – Commitment Ranch
#42 – Finding Mr. Wright
TURQUOISE, NEW MEXICO
#53 – Cowboy in the Crosshairs
LOVE IS BLIND
Ever the Same
Real World
RECOVERY
Refired
Slip
THE RELEASE SERIES
The Terms of Release
The Articles of Release
Catch and Release
ROAD TRIP
Road Trip Vol. 1
Road Trip Vol. 2
SANCTUARY
Just Like Cats and Dogs
What the Cat Dragged In
STORMY WEATHER
Rain and Whiskey
Tropical Depression
Hurricane
THE WILDCATTERS
Oil and Water
With Jodi Payne
Heart of a Redneck
COLLABORATIONS
Refraction
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Oil and Water
© 2018 BA Tortuga.
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© 2018 Alexandria Corza.
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Digital ISBN: 978-1-64080-812-6
Digital eBook published January 2019
v. 2.0
First Edition published by Torquere Press, 2006.
Printed in the United States of America
