Paying Their Piper with Passion and Love [Loving in Silver 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Lynn Stark

  The kid looked at the money, grinning. “Thanks for the tip, Mr. Rushton!”

  “Spend it wisely,” Merck advised, knowing it was probably going to be spent on a video game or a new snowboard. The teens in the area were really into strapping both feet to a board and hurtling themselves down rough slopes.

  By the time they were driving up the long lane to his house, Merck’s cock was about as hard as it ever had been. He’d spent a fair amount of time fantasizing about Piper Barrows. Jerking off in the shower had become a regular ritual. He hadn’t been with a man or woman in months, which were quickly adding up to a year. There just hadn’t been anyone to interest him and hooking up just for the sake of getting his rocks off had lost its luster.

  Parking his truck in front of the garage he grabbed the bags of food and beer and got out to wait for Jace to park beside him. They walked single file to the front door. Merck jumped when a strong hand grabbed and squeezed his ass. The pressure made his balls pull tight and his cock jump. If the man touched him again, he was going to explode.

  “I have a feeling we’re going to be doing some damage to each other,” Jace predicted in a rough voice.

  Chapter Three

  Jace’s heart was pounding in his chest as he followed the handsome cowboy into the kitchen of a house which had an instantly welcoming feel to it. The floor was made of heavy planks, probably cut from huge trees over a hundred years before, polished smooth by thousands of feet walking over them. One wall was covered in river rock. There was a wood cook stove against it and a modern counterpart across from it. The stainless refrigerator looked new, but if there was a dishwasher it was well hidden.

  Merck took his coat and hung it up on a peg beside his just inside the back door. Then he went back to the bags on the counter, obviously to keep himself busy. It was a sign of nervousness, if Jace was reading him right.

  When the hot cowboy began opening cupboards and paper bags, Jace took decisive action. Moving swiftly across the room, he pressed himself against Merck’s back. He slid his hands along the man’s leather belt, following the path until his hands met over a large oval buckle. Merck froze, waiting. Jace nuzzled his ear then nipped the lobe.

  “Do you really want what’s in those bags more than you want me?”

  “No. But you’re going to need your strength.”

  Jace chuckled, kissing warm skin as Merck leaned back into him, his head on his shoulder. It was so damned sexy he could feel his blood heat with the fire of lust.

  “Take me to this bed you have for me. We’ll take a break later to build up our energy.”

  Jace liked the fact that Merck took him by the hand to lead him from the kitchen.

  They walked side by side down a long hallway. The floors here were made of the same planks as in the kitchen, but there was a long runner down the center in a somewhat modern, geometric pattern in shades of cream and brown. Wall sconces at intervals provided a warm, pleasant glow. There was nothing gloomy.

  “Sure is a big place,” he observed as they passed several doors. “Are there many rooms upstairs?”

  “There’re five bedrooms, three baths, and a laundry room.”

  They finally came close to the end of the hall when Merck stopped and opened a door. They walked in and he sucked in his breath.

  “Oh, honey, this is beautiful!”

  Not quite masculine, it wasn’t feminine, either. It was for a man who loved the softer things in life and didn’t mind giving them to himself. The bedspread covering the huge bed was a deep burgundy with stylized gold, Oriental dragons on it. There was a bank of coordinating pillows in various sizes, gold velvet bolsters in front. There was a pair of heavy, brown leather chairs placed near the fireplace, each with a matching ottoman.

  Jace admired the antique lanterns on the mantle, as well as the clock with its hand-painted glass front. As if it appreciated his admiration the clock chimed the hour. The walls were sparsely decorated, only three oil paintings of wilderness landscapes, one on each wall. Gold satin-like drapes covered the two windows.

  “Thanks,” Merck said, smiling as Jace turned to him. “I figured it could go either way. I suppose when I get married my wife or wives will want to change it.”

  “Whoa there, hot stuff! Wives? Are you into polygamy?” Jace was shocked and it showed. The cock which had been begging to get out of his jeans wilted considerably.

  Wives? Marriage?

  Merck shook his head, his smile widening. “Well, I’m not. I’m not crazy enough to take on two or more women by myself. But I suppose I’ll be like my fathers. One or two of my brothers and me will probably marry a couple of women. Maybe three.” Broad shoulders lifted. “There are all kinds of family groups in and around Silver. I personally have three fathers, all brothers, married to two women, my mothers.”

  It was a lot to take in. Jace stared at him. Then he got to thinking about it. If there was really something to this fiery attraction to Merck, something that could last more than a few nights together, would it be possible for them to share a woman? That woman would be Piper Barrows, of course. They both wanted her. Neither of them had hidden that fact. And they wanted each other.

  Being bisexual had proven kinda rough once he was an adult and experimenting sexually. He enjoyed being with women as much as he did men. It was one of the reasons he had shied away from committing himself to one person. There were times when he just didn’t feel whole, as if something was missing from his life. If he had chosen to live a straight, monogamous life, then he would have been cheating the other half of his sexual being. The same with if he had chosen to commit himself to a man. Neither relationship would have given him the fulfillment he would want in life.

  But now there was a chance he could be complete. Jace’s heart beat heavily with hope as he looked at Merck. The instant attraction he had felt in the town’s square was quickly turning into something much bigger, something far more tangible.

  “Is it really that easy?”

  “What?” Merck sounded distracted, perhaps because Jace was peeling off the dark-blue Henley thermal shirt he was wearing. Amber-colored eyes devoured him, sweeping over his bared torso. “What was the question?”

  “Is it that easy sharing a woman or women?” he repeated, a smile tugging at his mouth.

  Broad shoulders lifted, but the golden eyes never moved far from his mid-section. “It is here. And it’s how it’s been in Silver for more than a hundred years. The men who founded this town did so in order to make it a place for people like them, where they could be themselves without bigotry and hatred.” He frowned. “Even though many of them had been strictly gay, they married women so they could have heirs for the great fortunes they were building. Some had male partners as well. And that’s how the unique society in Silver was created. It’s not perfect, but the sense of freedom here is remarkable. If you stay around long enough, you’ll see that for yourself.”

  “Very daring for the time.” Jace reached for the man standing nervously beside the bed. “Right at this moment I can’t see any reason to go running from Silver. I want to see this town of yours, meet its people.”

  “We can do that tomorrow,” Merck said absently as Jace shoved his hands under the man’s shirt, pushing it up and off. He tossed it to the floor with his. “Oh, fuck yes!” Merck hissed when Jace leaned down to latch onto a pebbled nipple and began to alternate between sucking and nipping the rigid flesh. When he thought the first was properly loved, he moved to the second, lavishing the same sweet attention upon it until strong hands were gripping his shoulders and Merck was reduced to begging. “Please, Jace. I can’t take much more.”

  Releasing the nipple reluctantly, Jace straightened to see that the man did look close to losing it completely. The handsome features were strained, the eyes the darkest amber he had ever seen. Without breaking their eye contact, Jace finished undressing Merck and urged him back onto the bed. “That’s it, sweetheart. Just let me take care of you. I promise you won’t want for a
nything by the time I’ve finished.” He removed the rest of his own clothes then reached to pull open the drawer in the nightstand. “Ah, here we go.”

  He grabbed the lube and a condom, though he wasn’t close to ready for them yet. Merck was going to learn very fast that Jace wasn’t into taking what he wanted as fast as he could get it. No, he loved to savor the love act between two people. One never knew when it would be for real and he didn’t want the first time to be less than memorable. Pushing Merck’s broad shoulders back into the bank of luxurious pillows, he wished he had a camera. The man was hot, sexy, and stunningly beautiful, though Jace doubted the cowboy would want to hear such soft things. Then again, the room said a whole lot about Merck’s nature.

  “You’re gorgeous,” he whispered huskily, stretching out beside him. He nuzzled Merck’s neck and felt the man’s pulse pounding against his lips. “So beautiful lying here, as beautiful as any man I’ve ever seen.” His hand slid over tight, washboard abs, then lower, tracing the sensitive groove between groin and thigh. “Nice,” he said, discovering that below the nicely trimmed dark curls at the man’s groin, everything beyond was waxed and wonderfully soft. Pointedly ignoring the rigid length of flesh thrusting boldly, his fingers explored the silky smooth ball sac, stroking the orbs within. “Spread your legs, sweetheart. I want to love on you a little more.”

  Merck made a choking sound as he spread his legs. Jace moved between them, bumping them with his shoulders, and then sliding his arms beneath. It took little effort to lift the man’s tempting parts to his mouth, which was all but watering in anticipation. The man’s musky scent teased his nostrils as he lowered his mouth to the silky smooth sac.

  They both groaned in unison as Jace began licking and sucking. This was another thing he loved. It was the little things he loved doing the most to and with a lover. All of it combined allowed for wondrous things to happen. It was something he actively sought. After seeing so many horrific things while fighting in foreign lands, he needed this with another human being. He needed the good things. And he would do everything within his power to give pleasure rather than pain.

  Strong fingers slid over his short hair. There wasn’t enough length for Merck to get hold of and Jace absently thought he would have to let his hair grow a little longer, if he was lucky enough to form a lasting relationship with this special man. Yeah, he liked it a little rough. He placed a kiss in the center of the man’s sac, smiling as it began to draw up tight to his body. It wouldn’t be long now and Merck would be losing it completely.

  “We need to get off this bedspread,” he said, rising over Merck so he could rub their throbbing cocks together. Forget about Merck, Jace knew he was about to shoot his own load. “This could get messy.”

  Merck didn’t look like he cared at that moment, but with some urging Jace got him up and together they managed to shove pillows off and the bedspread and blankets down to the foot of the bed.

  “Oh, fuck, sexy as hell, sweetheart,” Jace said, eyeing the black satin sheets. A shiver of pleasure ran over his skin as he anticipated coming in contact with the luxurious material. “I hope we don’t slide right off the bed.”

  “It’ll be worth it,” Merck said, reaching for him.

  Strong arms encircled powerful bodies. They pressed together, rubbing over each other, straining as they kissed and caressed feverishly. Tongues explored and stroked. Hands explored and stroked. Throbbing cocks pressed against one another as the sweat began to bead on their straining bodies and their hearts pounded against their ribs. When they finally broke off the kiss they were panting hard, staring at one another. Jace reached up to slide his fingers through the silky, reddish-brown hair. It was much lighter than the dark curls at his groin.

  “I’m going to suck your cock now,” he whispered, rubbing their noses together. “Then I’m going to fuck you. Are you ready for me, baby?”

  A large hand stroked him from shoulder to the curve of his ass, pulling their cocks close again. Amber eyes were filled with liquid fire. “Yes, I’m ready. I love the names you call me. No one has ever done that before.”

  Jace sprinkled kisses over the other man’s face. “They should have. You’re so hot and sweet, quite the most tempting man I’ve ever met. They don’t know what they missed out on by not treating you the way you deserve.”

  Merck was a moaning and trembling mess by the time Jace slowly licked and kissed his way down his body, taking a moment to tease both nipples again, before sliding the tip of his tongue the short distance from bellybutton to the wide, spongy head of Merck’s cock. Though he was going to love the cock with his mouth, he couldn’t wait for it to be buried in his ass. He’d bottom with the right partner and he hoped, no prayed, Merck would be willing to top him. They could be so perfect together. They would be perfect together. Jace could feel it in the depths of his being.

  Shifting his body Jace kneeled between strong legs. Wrapping his fingers around the long, thick cock, he kissed and licked the purplish head, tasting Merck’s pre-cum for the first time. It was salty, tangy, and delicious. Without losing another moment, he opened his mouth and slid it down the length, sucking and licking, working his way down until the head hit the back of his throat. As he did so he began stroking the tight ring of muscles between the firm mounds of Merck’s ass. Though he didn’t have the lube, he managed to work a finger into the man’s asshole. They both moaned as he worked it in and out. When Merck had relaxed enough he inserted a second finger, curling the tips until he reached the sensitive gland. As soon as he stroked it the cock in his mouth turned to velvet-covered steel and erupted. Jace opened his eyes and looked up the length of his lover’s body to see the ecstasy crossing the handsome face. It was a sight he would never forget.

  Taking one last lick of the softening cock, Jace released it. Then he was withdrawing his fingers and reaching for the condom and lube. It was time to do this right. Merck pulled his legs back, offering himself completely, unconditionally, watching as Jace rolled the condom down the length of his cock then spread lube over it. After squirting some on his fingers he tossed the tube away.

  “Are you ready for me, baby?” he asked, sliding two of his fingers back into Merck’s loosened ring of muscles.

  “Yes, Jace, I want you.”

  He worked the lube in, scissoring his fingers, until he could insert three, then four. “I’m going to claim you. I don’t think I’ll be able to let you go after this.”

  Amber eyes filled with something Jace hadn’t really expected to ever see in another’s eyes. Sure, he dreamed of finding someone to love him, but never had he expected it to hit him like a freight train.

  “I don’t think I’ll want you to let me go. I really think I’m falling in love with you.”

  Jace guided the head of his cock to the man’s twitching opening, then pressed in, a harsh moan of pleasure escaping him as the dark, silky channel seemed to pull him in. “Keep falling, baby. I’ll catch you.” And he meant it. Never in his life had he felt like this about someone and he wasn’t about to screw it up now by treating it as if there was nothing between them but lust.

  Strong legs locked around his hips even as Merck reached for him. Jace pushed his cock into the other man, sliding home, bottoming out. The strong body beneath his bowed and they froze like that, savoring the moment, staring hotly into one another’s eyes. They saw so much of what was the other was feeling, seeing it, recognizing it, without having to say a word. Jace groaned as he lowered his head, capturing the firm, tempting mouth with his.

  Jace found he could have kissed Merck all night long. As it was all he could do was break the kiss so he could focus all his attention on stroking his cock in and out of the tight channel fitting around his rigid flesh like a glove.

  While he wanted to make love to the man beneath him for hours Jace knew this first time wasn’t going to last long. The cock between them was hardening again. He smiled down at Merck. “Stroke your cock for me, sweetheart. I want you to come when I do.”
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  They did, together, the fieriness of their release winding around and through them. Jace’s body jerked hard, his balls drawing up tight as they emptied, powerful jets of semen pumping from his body and into Merck’s. The cock between them erupted, spraying them both with pearly white ropes of cum. He stared in awe at the ecstasy transforming the face of the man beneath him. The amber eyes were closed, the firm mouth slightly open, the square jaw was tight as Merck gasped for breath.

  Jace leaned down to kiss him, taking his breath from him. “You’re so beautiful, precious,” he whispered, meaning every word of it. Amber eyes opened slowly and he was lost forever.

  Merck couldn’t believe what had just taken place. His entire being was floating far above him, someplace where ecstasy and love bonded together. Jace left him on the bed to go into the bathroom. Merck couldn’t have moved if he tried. His body felt boneless, his muscles as capable of moving his mass as limp noodles. There was cum drying on his belly, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. When and how had he managed to fall in love within the matter of a couple of hours? Was it even possible?

  Sitting up, he glanced around the room and felt his face heat up. He hadn’t ever brought anyone in here before. Not a man. Not a woman. Usually, he didn’t bring anyone home with him, when an impersonal motel room suited the bill for quick sex just fine.

  There had been something special about Jace Hunter from the very moment he had met the man. The instant attraction had felt like a fiery rope between them, binding them together. That would be the only reason he could give himself for bringing a stranger home to his bed, to see a part of him that was so intimate he had never shown it to anyone before. Even his mothers didn’t snoop through his house without invitation. That would have been just plain rude. If he was giving parties at his house he was careful to lock the door so no one wandered in.