by Olivia Black
“Do you mind if I join you?” Jackson asked.
“Uh…” Wyatt swallowed. He couldn’t put a sentence together. His brain didn’t seem to work all of the sudden. “Sure.”
“You are one gorgeous man,” Jackson said as he reached out and touched Wyatt’s chest. He ran his hands down Wyatt’s abs and gripped his cock. “Why don’t you let me finish you off?”
Nodding, Wyatt licked his lips. He wrapped his hand around Jackson’s bigger-than-average cock and began stroking it. Jackson leaned into him and kissed him. It started off gentle and exploratory, like their hands, but soon the kiss turned into something wild with full tongue and teeth. Wyatt moaned into Jackson’s mouth and he moved back and forth, pushing his cock harder and faster into Jackson’s fist.
Oh shit, this feels so damn good.
It would be easy to become addicted to Jackson. The man’s flavor alone called to him, but it was so much more. He genuinely liked the man. He wanted more, so much more. Wyatt insinuated his leg between Jackson’s and the young man broke the kiss, tossing his head back against the tile wall.
“Oh fuck, that’s so good. It’s been too long.” Jackson rode Wyatt’s thigh. “I’m close…not gonna last…coming!”
His cock erupted, spurting his pearly essence onto Wyatt’s stomach. Looking down, Wyatt stared at his hand as he milked Jackson’s cock. The sight of Jackson’s seed on his body and the shouts of pleasure was enough to send Wyatt over the edge. His muscles clenched, his spine tingled, and his balls emptied, shooting jet after jet of cum onto Jackson’s hip.
Panting, Wyatt wrapped his arms around Jackson’s waist and pulled the man impossibly closer. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured before taking Jackson’s lips once more in a passionate kiss.
They stood together under the spray of water, holding one another, and Wyatt realized that now that Jackson was in his arms, he didn’t want to let the young man go. He was afraid this would happen. A taste wasn’t nearly enough when he was starving. He wanted affection and companionship, a lifetime of it. And still, he didn’t know if Jackson would stay in Colorado.
Chapter 7
Jackson stared up at the ceiling. It was late, but he couldn’t seem to fall asleep. He wanted Wyatt to be lying next to him. Instead, the cowboy was back at his cabin. He wrestled with the idea of sneaking over there, but decided against it. He didn’t want to be the only one doing all the chasing. It had only been a couple of days and even if his feelings didn’t quite line up with the time frame, he wasn’t going to deny wanting the man.
He’d waited around all day to see Wyatt. When the cowboy finally came in after a long day out on the ranch, Jackson ran over to his cabin. He knocked, but nobody answered, so he opened the door. Hearing the shower, Jackson couldn’t help but strip down. He walked into the bathroom and watched Wyatt soap up before taking his cock in hand. In that moment, Jackson knew he needed to be inside the shower.
Afterward, Wyatt walked with him to the house for dinner. They ate together, Jackson unable to take his eyes off the sexy cowboy.
The sound of a vehicle pulled Jackson from his thoughts and he sat up. When a pair of bright lights flashed through his windows, casting shadows, he got up and took a peek. A truck stopped in front of the house and Jackson could tell that it was a male driver by the sheer size of the man’s shoulders. He shut off the lights, but kept the engine running, not exiting the vehicle. He didn’t move and Jackson began to wonder if he should go out there and say something.
After a couple of minutes, he dropped the blinds and put his shoes on. Leaving his bedroom, he went down the stairs and looked through the window before finally opening the front door. As he stepped outside, he realized that he wasn’t the only curious person up late. Cody White was walking over. The other man’s presence gave Jackson the courage he needed to stroll to the truck so they would arrive at the same time.
The engine shut off then and a big man with a shaved head and a goatee stepped out. His size alone was a little intimidating, but it was more than that. It could’ve been the look in his eyes—it said, “Don’t touch me, don’t come near me.” Jackson studied him as he got closer and noticed tattoos running up and down his arms in a colorful pattern and even along his neck. The look alone shouted badass.
“Hi.” He cleared his throat. “I’m Jackson Murphy and this is Cody White. Can we help you?”
“Hey.” He grabbed something off his truck seat and Jackson realized it was a manila envelope, similar to his own. “I’m Robbie Robertson, I was invited.”
“It’s nice to meet you.” Cody stuck his hand out and Robbie gave him a funny look before shaking it. “You’re one of William Rickett’s sons, right?”
“One of, huh? How many kids does the guy have?” Robbie chuckled.
“Five. I just got here,” Jackson said. He wasn’t sure if he should hug his half brother in greeting or not. Instead of creating an awkward moment, he stuck his hand out, smiling brightly and Robbie shook his hand. The whole situation felt surreal. He was meeting one of his half brothers. “Why did you decide to drive instead of fly?”
“I had to bring all my stuff.” He shrugged, but Jackson knew there was more to the story. “You’re one of the five?” Jackson nodded.
“Why don’t you come inside? I can show you to one of the guest rooms, if you’d like,” Jackson said. He didn’t own the place but felt as though he needed to play host while everyone else was asleep.
“Is everything safe staying in the back of my truck?” Robbie asked, looking between Jackson and Cody.
“Yeah.” Cody nodded. “This is private property. Nobody will touch your things.”
“Okay, yeah…I’ll come inside. I’ve been on the road nearly nine hours. I’m exhausted.” Robbie reached in the back of his truck, pulled out a black duffle bag, and swung it over his shoulder. “Lead the way.”
“I’ll take him inside and get him settled, Cody. You can head back to the bunkhouse.”
“Sounds good. ‘Night.” With those parting words, Cody left.
“This is the Belt Buckle Ranch, as I’m sure you’ve figured out.” Jackson walked in front of Robbie back inside the house. He turned on the light and closed the front door. “I guess I should tell you that William passed away.”
“Fuck.” He rubbed his face with his free hand. “Are you kidding me?”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t get the chance to meet him either.” Jackson felt bad. He hated delivering any sort of negative news.
“I guess I’ll need to figure out what the hell I’m going to do in the morning,” Robbie grumbled, looking around.
“You should stay. Wyatt Thompson, he’s the foreman, picked me up from the airport. He broke the news to me. I guess there will be a reading of William’s last will and testament when we’re all here.”
“I don’t have anywhere else to be,” Robbie said, and Jackson wondered if the other man had a home. He’d already alluded to as much with a couple comments.
“I’ll show you to one of the guest rooms.” Jackson started walking up the stairs and Robbie followed him. “Mrs. Hunt is the housekeeper and cook around here. She’s a really nice woman and a hugger, just so you know.” Jackson smiled, remembering the first moment Susan saw him. “This is my room.” He pointed to the first door on the right. “You can probably pick any of the other rooms.”
“Thanks.” He exhaled loudly. “I’m just gonna hit the hay. I’m tired.”
“Okay. Good night. I’ll…uh…see you in the morning and we can talk more.” Jackson watched Robbie open the door across the hall from his before disappearing.
Jackson stood there awkwardly for a moment before heading to Wyatt’s cabin. He told himself that he was going to see the cowboy only to tell him that Robbie arrived, but the truth was, he wanted to see the man. He wanted to fall asleep by his side. He wanted to kiss his lips and feel those large, callused hands against his flesh.
It didn’t take him long to get to Wyatt’s cabin, conside
ring he practically ran the whole way. He stood at the front door for a minute and then knocked softly. The door opened immediately, a shirtless Wyatt staring in the doorway, taking up every spare inch of space. One arm held the side of the door, while the other rested at his side. Looking down, Jackson ran his eyes over the man’s muscular abs, down to the cock barely hidden behind the same loose-fitting pants.
“I was wondering if you’d come.” Wyatt yawned. “One night and now my whole sleep schedule is screwed up.”
“I just wanted to let you know that Robbie Robertson showed up a few minutes ago,” Jackson said.
He knew that once he stepped into Wyatt’s cabin, he wouldn’t remember why he initially came over.
“He drove?” Wyatt asked.
“Yeah…a truck. He parked it in front of the main house and I showed him to one of the guest rooms.” He gave Wyatt the important information before walking into Wyatt’s house and pushing the man against the wall.
Jackson kicked the door closed and pressed his body against Wyatt’s. He grabbed the back of the man’s neck, pulling him down for a hungry kiss. Their mouths met and Jackson moaned. Wyatt began pulling at Jackson’s clothes. When Wyatt lifted his shirt, he had to break the kiss. Once his shirt was tossed to the floor, Wyatt started on Jackson’s pants.
“I need to feel you.” Wyatt growled and Jackson nodded rapidly. He batted Wyatt’s hands away and stripped in record time. He didn’t want slow and seductive, he needed Wyatt.
“Mmmm, you’re so sexy.” Wyatt moaned, and Jackson went back into his arms, rubbing his naked cock against his cowboy.
Jackson wrapped one arm around Wyatt’s waist before pushing the other down Wyatt’s pajama pants. He palmed the cowboy’s erection and Wyatt’s ass clenched in excitement. The big man’s cock was definitely size proportioned to his body. Pearly drops of pre-cum dribbled out the tip and he smeared the liquid around the head of Wyatt’s shaft.
“I want this buried inside of me,” he murmured, before sinking his teeth into Wyatt’s lower lip.
“Bedroom. Now,” Wyatt demanded, and Jackson grinned.
Wyatt grabbed Jackson’s hand, leading him down the short hallway to the master bedroom. When the bedroom door closed, Jackson lowered himself to the carpeted floor, pulling down Wyatt’s pajama pants on the way down. The material pooled at Wyatt’s feet and Jackson found himself face to hard, bobbing cock.
Licking his lips, he opened his mouth wide and sucked the man’s length down his throat. Jackson wrapped one hand around the base of Wyatt’s cock and pumped as he sucked the engorged head. His tongue swirled around the spongy head, licking at the bundle of nerves just underneath. Jackson moved his hands, gripping Wyatt’s hips, slowly rocking the man back and forth. Wyatt gripped his shoulder and started moving, fucking his mouth and Jackson groaned.
“Oh, God, Jackson…I’m getting close. I want to be inside you.” Wyatt grabbed his shoulders, trying to yank him up, but Jackson refused to let go of his prize. He wanted to swallow the man’s seed, to taste him on his tongue.
Jackson leaned closer, pushing the cock to the back of his throat, further still, letting his throat relax. He swallowed, breathing through his nose. He pulled back, taking a deep breath and drooling all over Wyatt’s cock. He went deep again until pubic hairs tickled his nose.
“Jesus! Fuck…Jackson. I’m coming…” Wyatt grunted, his hips jerking as warm liquid quickly filled Jackson’s mouth.
Jackson didn’t release him right away. Instead, he cleaned every drop before allowing the softening shaft to leave his mouth. He licked his lips, looking up at Wyatt. The man’s chest rose and fell rapidly, a look of sheer bliss written all over his face. Wyatt blinked his eyes open and looked down at Jackson, a slow smile spreading across his lips.
“Wow.” He shook his head. “I’ve never…that was. Stand up.” It sounded like an order, not a request.
Slowly rising to his feet, Wyatt pulled him into his arms and captured his lips. He wrapped his arms around Jackson’s waist and lowered his hands to cup his ass cheeks. He squeezed before picking Jackson up, took a few steps, and laid him on the bed. Wyatt crawled on top of Jackson, connecting their bodies. Jackson felt Wyatt’s hard cock and moved his hips. He couldn’t wait any longer. He wanted that hard cock inside him.
Jackson broke the kiss. “Do you have condoms?”
Wyatt chuckled. “Yeah, I have condoms, and I’m planning to use them. Multiple, in fact, all night long.” Wyatt took his weight off Jackson’s body before flipping him over. “Hands and knees…stay just like this.” Jackson nodded his consent.
Two strong, meaty hands grabbed his ass, spreading his cheeks apart. A thick, wet tongue licked his hole, flicking up and down rapidly and Jackson’s eyes rolled back. He groaned, fisting the comforter, as his body shook with excitement.
“Oh…oh, God…Wyatt.” He panted and started to rock back against the tongue, but Wyatt held him firmly in place.
Wyatt licked and kissed his hole until Jackson couldn’t take anymore. He was too close, already riding the edge, trying to keep his orgasm back.
Wyatt must’ve known what Jackson was thinking, because the man slowed his torment. Removing his tongue, he pushed first one, then two fingers inside Jackson’s ass. The digits slid in and Jackson wondered when the man grabbed lube. Then he couldn’t think anymore when Wyatt’s thick digits pegged his prostate. He stroked over it again and again and Jackson yelled out, practically losing his mind.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck…need more. Inside, now,” he demanded, moving his hips, fucking the air in front of him.
The head of Wyatt’s sheathed cock kissed his ass and Jackson leaned forward, putting his shoulders against the bed. The hard shaft slowly pushed its way through the outer ring of muscle and Jackson moaned loudly. He couldn’t hold back the sounds of pleasure as the wide-flared head stretched his hole. Wyatt paused, allowing Jackson’s body to become accustomed to his girth, but Jackson didn’t want to pause or wait.
He wanted to feel the pain transform into pure bliss. He pushed back, taking the man’s length. Jackson’s mouth dropped open, as sparks of pleasure spread throughout his body. Wyatt’s cock continued to ease in until Jackson felt the cowboy’s balls resting against his ass.
“Oh damn...you feel so good. Better than anything,” Wyatt said as he swiveled his hips.
Wyatt started a slow rhythm, thrusting in and out of him. Jackson met him thrust for thrust and Wyatt picked up the pace. Soon he was driving hard and deep inside Jackson.
“Not gonna last…” Jackson barely panted out.
“Me either, baby,” Wyatt murmured as he buried himself deep.
Wyatt reached around and fisted Jackson’s cock. He only pumped Jackson’s shaft twice. That was all it took to push him over the edge.
“Wyatt!” he yelled out, falling forward, his body trembling with aftershocks from one of the best orgasms he’d ever experienced.
Wyatt’s body jerked, his muscles clenching. Jackson felt it all as Wyatt emptied his seed into the condom. He collapsed on top of Jackson, breathing heavily, and Jackson grinned. The man’s weight was a comfort. After a few minutes, Wyatt rolled to his side, taking Jackson with him so that he was spooned behind Jackson. He wrapped his arms around Jackson’s waist, holding him close as he placed openmouthed kisses along the back of Jackson’s neck.
Jackson turned in the man’s arms and kissed him. Their tongues slowly danced. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so relaxed or at ease with a lover. Nipping his chin, Wyatt pulled back and yawned. “I’m so tired.”
“Go to sleep, cowboy,” Jackson murmured, closing his eyes.
“Need to take care of the condom. I’ll be right back,” Wyatt said.
Jackson felt the bed move, but soon sleep pulled him under. The last thing he remembered was Wyatt pulling him back into his arms.
Chapter 8
Jackson woke up when the bed moved. Opening his eyes, he watched as Wyatt slowly stood up and walked
toward the bedroom door. He stared at the man’s back and ass, watching the muscles flex as he moved. When he was out of sight, Jackson rolled over and stretched. He didn’t want to get up yet, but figured that if Wyatt was heading to work, he should probably check on Robbie. The man was in a new place surrounded by strangers. If the roles were reversed, he hoped that someone would be concerned about him.
When the shower water turned on, he grinned. Maybe I should get up. Sitting up, Jackson pushed the covers back and climbed out of bed. He didn’t bother knocking. He just climbed into the shower and wrapped his arms around Wyatt’s waist. The man let out a little shriek and Jackson laughed.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Jackson kissed Wyatt’s shoulders.
“You didn’t. I was still half-asleep,” he grumbled.
“I figured since you’re starting the day, I should as well. I don’t want to leave Robbie in the house without introductions. So, which half brother is coming into town today?” he asked, keeping his voice casual, when in reality the whole situation was unbelievable.
He’d lived his whole life thus far without knowing Greg wasn’t his biological dad. And now, four men were going to show up at the Belt Buckle Ranch, all of them related to him. As an only child, he’d always wanted brother and sisters. He had four and the first one he met, Robbie Robertson, was the complete opposite of him. That wasn’t really fair though. He didn’t know the man. His judgment was based solely on a five-minute conversation and looks.
“Easton Baker should be coming in today from Oklahoma.” Wyatt turned and wrapped his arms around Jackson’s shoulders. “How are you holding up? You’re taking all this rather well. I was expecting five very pissed off men.”
“I came out here to meet my biological dad. I’m not sure how the others are going to react, but…” He shrugged.
He wasn’t angry. Things happened and Jackson tried to live each day at a time without overthinking anything. He was on a beautiful ranch, with a gorgeous cowboy, on vacation away from the big city. What could he really complain about? Besides not meeting William of course, that was a bummer.
