by BA Tortuga
He would work up to it with swim trunks first. Bonner did like his banana sling, though, calling it easy access. Good thing his patio was even more private than his slice of beach. “Mmm.” He made sure to moan audibly, let his hand run down his body. Pay attention, caro. It’s time to play.
Bonner glanced over at him, no sunglasses hiding those pretty eyes from him. “You okay, babe?”
“Oh, I’m okay….” Gianni hoped he made it clear he could be more than okay.
“Mmm….” Bonner’s gaze was almost as good as a touch.
“Is it getting chilly now the sun has gone down, caro?” He wanted to see how long it would take Bonner to crawl into his lap.
“Is it. You need a sweater, Gianni?” Oh, the husky notes of Bonner’s voice promised him joy.
“I need to share some body heat.” His nipples went tight, his cock rising slowly. Ah, anticipation. “Mmm….” That was all his cowboy needed, the pressure of that compact body on his like magic. Bonner covered him, stretched out over him with a low hum.
“Oh, ciao, caro. That feels perfect.” Except for the cutoffs, which he unfastened and began to push at immediately. Bonner looked around but didn’t ask this time whether it was safe or not. He simply allowed Gianni to shove them down.
Gianni groaned, the feel of Bonner against him so perfect and heated that he arched, and his whole body undulated.
“Listen to you.”
“Sì.” And why not? Bonner ached for his noises, his words, his desires. Outside the bedroom, Bonner was the ranch foreman, the man who made the decisions about the way the world ran. In the bedroom, Bonner yielded and gave to him, so beautifully. He was a lucky man.
Gianni knew it too. He stroked down Bonner’s back, the bump where he didn’t line up quite right so obvious to his fingers. “Yours.” He loved that, how Bonner took the bad and turned it into something, if not right, then something they could live with.
“Utterly mine.” Gianni continued on his path, slipping his fingers down between Bonner’s asscheeks.
“Y-yes.” Bonner arched down against him, moaning low.
He pressed deeper, pleased to find the tiny ring of muscle slick and ready. “Oh, caro….”
“Hmm?” Oh, his Bonner did not do innocent so well…. He had when they’d first met. He supposed he’d corrupted his lover.
“You’re sneaky. I like it.” He slid one finger deep inside Bonner, rewarding that diligence. Bonner gasped for him, and he surged up, taking the sweet, open lips. The kiss was hard enough to burn his mouth, and deep. He wasn’t playing anymore. He burned for Bonner, for the heat and the love no one else had ever had for him. They’d spent long nights during Bonner’s recovery, talking, sharing their lives. Laughing. Now they were making up for all that time with no physical loving. In spades.
Bonner had proven himself to be inventive, willing, and deliciously wanton.
Gianni always gave an A for effort. He murmured crazy love words even as he pushed two fingers in. “Gianni. More.” Needy man. Bonner pushed back into his touch, thigh muscles going hard as rocks.
“Gonna fuck you so good, Bonner. Gonna make you beg.”
Bonner’s lips dropped open, the heat in his cowboy’s gaze like a laser.
“Yeah. I want inside you, want you to ride me like a prize pony, huh?” He stretched Bonner gently, in and out.
Bonner plucked his nipples, tugging hard enough that he gasped.
“Pushy little bottom cowboy.” He grinned when Bonner pinched him again, but it made his cock leap, blood rushing to it.
“Mm-hmm. Fuck me, Gianni. You promise you can make me forget my own name.”
“I can. You’ll only remember mine. Did you stash extra lube in my chair, baby?” He needed more slick. No hurting. Not even a little.
Bonner’s eyes twinkled, and his cowboy leaned, coming up with a bottle of lube. Cheeky boy.
“Smart man,” he said aloud. He grabbed that bottle with his free hand. Thank God Bonner still had that bull rider balance. He slicked his cock before giving Bonner a couple of hard, fast strokes with his fingers.
A needy noise escaped Bonner, and he sat up straight, bearing down on Gianni’s hand. Gianni’s mouth went dry as he watched, straining for the sight of his lover.
“I need something bigger, lover. Gimme.” Bonner could be demanding as fuck. He loved it.
“When I say.”
“Gianni….”
“No.” He put on his best “lord of the manor” voice. “When I say.”
Bonner moaned for him, arching above him in a slow, rolling wave. The muscle tone was back, better than ever in fact. Now that Bonner worked a ranch all day every day, and ate, he was broadening through the chest and shoulders. Mouthwatering. He reached up, dragging his dull nails over his cowboy’s abs, just enough to sting.
“Uhn. Gianni. In me.”
“I am.” He moved the hand where he still pressed inside, and Bonner cried out, the sound sharp, needy, utterly satisfying.
“Get me slick, baby.” He wanted Bonner’s hands on his cock, working the lube over his skin. Those rough calluses never failed to make him moan.
“Fuck yes.” Bonner slicked his fingers and reached back, touching him with a firm hand, making him feel every single finger, every touch.
The cool gel of the lube left him gasping and shivering, because his flesh was so hot, so ready for touch.
“So hard for me, honey. I need you, slamming into me.”
Listen to his cowboy. Those words would never have come out of Bonner’s mouth six months ago. Jesu, he loved being a bad influence. “You’ll get what you need, Bonner.” He pulled his fingers away and stretched out long. “Ride me, cowboy.”
Bonner nodded sharply, then rose up, holding Gianni’s cock in place. He pressed it to his hole, which felt hot, tender and necessary to Gianni. “I love you.” The words were sure, steady, Bonner staring right into his eyes.
“Promise?” He knew it was true. Hell, they even liked each other. But he’d learned this was the important part. These moments.
“I swear to God.” Bonner bore down, taking him to the root in one steady motion that threatened to destroy him.
Gianni’s muscles tightened until he thought they might snap, and he arched, the tendons standing out in his neck. “Christ, caro. More. Move. You have to move.”
Bonner didn’t have to be told twice. The lean body began to ride him, letting him slip almost all the way out and then taking him all the way back in, ass like the perfect sheath.
Gritting his teeth, Gianni rested his hands on Bonner’s hips, not guiding yet. Just touching. It was going to happen, it had to, but for now, his cowboy could have the reins, so to speak. Bonner so rarely got to control their lovemaking, and this seemed like the perfect time to let it happen. Bonner murmured to him as they rode—rough words that made his balls draw up, that made promise after promise.
“Sì, caro. Sì. Ti amo.” He finally gave in and yanked Bonner down, then lifted up. Gianni needed more friction, more of that vise grip Bonner had on him.
“Gianni!” His name rang out, the sound like a hymn.
“Mmm-hmm.” He arched up, adding a tiny layer of roughness, and Bonner ground down, threatening to send him to the moon.
His balls drew up so hard and tight he grunted, which was good, because it stopped him holding his breath.
“Yours.” Bonner bit the words out, face drawn in hard lines. “Soon, honey. Oh fuck. Soon.”
“Uh-huh. Now.” He grabbed Bonner’s cock, squeezing just hard enough he knew Bonner would feel every bit of his touch. “Now.” He felt Bonner’s orgasm all around his prick, the sweet muscles jerking and bucking around him.
Gianni lost it, coming so hard his vision grayed out. Bonner did that to him; their loving never got old. Bonner slumped down over his body, covering him, heavy and hot.
They panted, resting together, and he couldn’t help but think of how long it had taken for Bonner to recover. And how grateful he
was that Bonner had. Fully. Once he got back to the ranch, they had work to do, but Chris and Colt, Mason and Xavvy—they were working for him. The rest would come. They had a shitload of jobs they could cherry pick, from security to information checks.
And him? He could play lord of the manor and, when he wanted to, steal his foreman away to play for days at a time.
This was the freaking life.
This was his life.
He had the team, he had the ranch, and most importantly, he had his cowboy. Happily ever after. Amen.
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Unable to deny a new inspiration, Tucker sublets a studio and finds the city’s energy almost as addictive as Calvin.
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Cowboys, blue-collar men, and hot redneck boys. One thing they all have in common is Wranglers, and they’re all falling in love in this eight-story collection. From Navy SEALs to rodeo riders to a food truck chef, all these men want is to find someone to share their lives with.
There are new lovers meeting for the first time, best friends who find out they have someone who loves them already when they think they’ll never find happiness, and old lovers who’ve been apart for years but come back together at the best possible time. From the ski mountains of Colorado to deep in the heart of Texas, love finds a way through old hurts and through years of being apart.
There’s nothing like a man in Wranglers and cowboy boots, and these stories prove it in every line!
Stories include:
Hey, Jealousy
Czech Me Out: An Austin Story
Worth the Work
Purgatory
Menagerie
Where There’s a Will
Cut Bait
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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.
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“…a gripping read that is full of passion, hot loving, and some amazing characters and settings….
—Rainbow Book Reviews
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—The Novel Approach
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“…this book has something for everyone and made for some pretty darn good reading. If you have a craving for a man in a cowboy hat wearing a fine set of blue jeans, I’d recommend checking this one out.”
—Love Bytes
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
With Jodi Payne
Heart of a Redneck
COLLABORATIONS
Refraction
Published by DREAMSPINNER PRESS
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of author imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Stetsons and Stakeouts
© 2018 BA Tortuga.
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© 2018 Alexandria Corza.
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Cover content is for illustrative purposes only and any person depicted on the cover is a model.
