Trace replaced his fingers with one thrust of his cock. Immediately he set up a fast, deep rhythm, pounding into Xavi’s hole. Xavi was with him every step of the way, thrusting back into his strokes, squeezing his cock, trying to hold him inside.
Trace faltered when his heavy balls drew up, ready to spill. Trace longed for the latex between them to be gone and to be able to mark his sweet pea with his seed. Then his orgasm caught him up in a storm of desire that had him filling the condom. He couldn’t stop shifting his hips, the friction felt so good in Xavi’s tight warmth.
When the roaring in his ears passed, Trace realized Xavi had his head lying against the leather seat of the cycle, holding on tightly to the sides. Now he could make out Xavi’s low murmurs of, “so good, again, I think I’m going to die.”
By the huge puddle of cum on the ground beneath him, Trace knew Xavi had been right with him the whole way, throughout their rough loving. Now that he thought about it, Xavi had been right next to him ever since he had met the man. Never once had Xavi hesitated.
Trace pulled off the condom and disposed of it in a plastic bag in the leather pocket on his cycle. Then he gently pulled Xavi up into his arms and turned his head and kissed him.
“Let’s go home, sweet pea.”
“Can we do it again?”
Trace chuckled. “As many times as you want.”
“Cool.”
Chapter Nine
Xavi was sitting at the smaller desk in the office of the big house with Adam a few days later. He was working on the brand new laptop computer Graham had bought him to keep track of all the horses Trace shod. He figured he would create separate Excel spreadsheets for each ranch they worked on, and then link them onto a main spreadsheet. That way they would have complete totals on supplies and equipment they used. Also, if he linked everything to a calendar page, they would always have an idea of where they would have to be every month.
Trace was out in his workshop, making and adjusting horseshoes. Xavi wasn’t needed when Trace was out there pounding the metal shoes on the big anvil, then thrusting them into the forge to heat them up again. He would spend at least the morning out there, maybe more if Nolan needed anything created for his machinery. His Trace was a man of many talents, Xavi thought as he shifted for a more comfortable position on the chair he was sitting on.
“Can I ask you a question?”
Xavi lifted his head as his thoughts were interrupted by Adam, who was sitting at Graham’s big desk.
“Sure,” he answered, tensing up a little. He was much more comfortable with everyone at the Crazy Angle and didn’t have too much trouble talking to them now. But a question out of the blue still made him nervous.
“With your shyness, how in the world did you go to a two-year college and work at a bank?” Adam asked.
Xavi leaned back in his chair, thinking a moment. “The college was easy. Most classes I could take from home on my computer, so I didn’t have to talk to anyone. The classes I had to go to, I sat in the back.” Xavi took a sip from the can of soda sitting on his desk. “When I received my degree, my dad talked to one of the members of the church and he agreed to hire me at his bank. I ended up in the basement, where the bookkeeping department was set up. There were five of us down there, so I never had to answer the phone or talk to the public.”
“Were they nice to you?” Adam asked.
Xavi was surprised by that question. Looking up from the circle he was drawing on the desk with his finger, he saw Adam was actually being genuine, not his usual cocky, flirty self.
“Yeah, we would all go out to lunch together and sometimes to the local bar at night. I considered them my friends,” Xavi answered.
“Well, I hope you know all of us here at the Crazy Angle consider you our friend. And none of us would let anyone hurt you if we’re around.” Adam sounded so fierce that Xavi felt the warmth of friendship blossom towards the dark, handsome man. Xavi was very thankful that he’d not only found his partner in life, but a home with real friends in it.
* * * *
The phone rang, waking Trace up from a deep sleep. Reaching across the man snuggled tightly against his body, Trace grabbed his cell off the nightstand.
“Trace, this is Silas Winston. I’m just calling you to give you a heads-up. Xavi’s grandfather just called me. He heard Xavi’s father talking on the phone to Xavi’s brother, Carlos. Apparently, he was in town asking around and found out Xavi had been here on the ranch. Trace, Carlos knows that Xavi left with you. I can only assume he will be in your area tomorrow or the next day,” Silas warned. “You should also know that Xavier heard Xavi’s dad make arrangements to fly out to Texas and he’s bringing the other brother, Elias, with him.”
“Shit.” Trace knew this was probably going to happen. He was glad the confrontation was going to be at the ranch, instead of at someone else’s ranch he and Xavi could be working at.
“Thanks, Silas, we’ll be ready.”
“Trace, please keep Xavi safe. Because if those men manage to take him to some retreat, Xavier and I are going to break him out.”
“Don’t worry, Silas. No one is taking Xavi away from me.”
“All right then, call if you need any help,” Silas said.
“I’ll keep you informed,” Trace assured the older man.
Trace ended the call and rolled Xavi under him. He tipped the sleepy man’s head so he could claim his mouth. Trace pressed his tongue between Xavi’s lips for entrance. Xavi welcomed him as Trace sucked and licked Xavi’s tongue, deepening the kiss. Xavi’s arms wrapped around his shoulders and hands held onto his hair.
Trace pulled the lube from under the pillow, flipped the cap and coated his fingers. Xavi had his legs wrapped tightly around his waist, so Trace made short work of finding that tight, puckered opening. He rubbed his fingers around, loosening the muscle until one finger popped through. Trace kept rubbing round the outside and inside of Xavi’s rim until he could easily press two fingers inside.
Their kisses were getting sloppy and wet as both men let their passion overtake them. Pain radiated from the fingers pulling his hair, as Trace added another finger into Xavi’s ass. Xavi broke their kiss and cries of passion escaped his lips when Trace pegged his sweet spot over and over.
Trace pulled his fingers free and lined up the head of his cock, glad they had agreed not use condoms anymore. Trace pushed into the tight, warm heat, where he wanted to stay forever. Pausing, he gave Xavi time to adjust. When Xavi started humping his hips, Trace met them with long thrusts of his own. Soon their bodies were trembling and they were gasping for air, as both men strained to reach their peak. Trace felt Xavi’s blunt nails scratched across his back, adding to the tension.
“Trace, please…” Xavi pleaded.
Trace sped up his pounding rhythm, jarring the headboard against the wall. Soon, he couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Come, Xavi,” he ordered.
With a quiet cry, jets of cum exploded out of Xavi’s cock, painting streaks across his tight belly. The muscles around Trace’s cock tightened, setting off his own orgasm. Trace pumped his hips, filling Xavi. Finally, when there was no more to give, Trace collapsed, pulling Xavi with him so they were lying on their sides, Xavi’s legs still wrapped tightly around his waist
“Who was that on the phone?” Xavi asked.
“It was Silas warning me that your grandfather called him. One of your brothers found out you’re here and is heading this way. Your grandpa also thinks your father and other brother are on their way, too.”
Xavi unlocked his legs from around Trace’s waist and tried to get up. Trace wrapped his arms tightly around him and flipped him over onto his back, covering him with his big body. Xavi struggled, trying to push Trace away, his panic rising as each second of freedom passed by.
“Trace, let me go. I have to get out of here.”
“You aren’t going anywhere.”
“I’m not going to let them take me to any center. Don’t yo
u see? I have to disappear. Maybe in a month or so, I can come back here.” Xavi could feel his heart trying to fight its way out of his chest, it was beating so hard.
“Xavi Diaz. If you don’t calm down and listen to me right now, I’m going to turn you over my knee and spank your ass.” That got Xavi’s attention and he stopped struggling.
“Did you forget all the promises we made to each other?” Xavi saw the hurt in Trace’s eyes. “We get word of trouble coming our way and the first thing you want to do is try to bail out on me? I thought you realized that I would never let anything happen to you. And everyone on the ranch is prepared to do whatever it takes to keep you safe. Have you forgotten that we have the law on our side?”
Shit. Trace was right. He had screwed up big time. His first reaction was to run instead of trusting in Trace.
“I’m sorry.” Xavi put his arms around Trace’s neck and kissed him on the lips and then on his cheek, until he was hugging Trace tight. “Please forgive me. I panicked. I just don’t think I could again go through what they did to me last time. I love you, Trace.”
Trace held him for a few minutes, rubbing his back. Then he put his big hand around the back of Xavi’s neck and pulled him away, so he could look at him. Xavi could see determination, but most of all, love, in his eyes.
“I love you, too. Now let’s get dressed. Breakfast should almost be ready and we can tell everyone what’s going on. Then we need to call the sheriff’s office and report what we know.” With a smile, Trace got off Xavi and out of the bed. Grabbing Xavi’s hand, he pulled him up and started leading him to the bathroom. “You can make it up to me in the shower, sweet pea.”
Xavi suddenly couldn’t wait to feel Trace’s long, hard cock in his mouth. He was determined to make the big guy’s toes curl.
* * * *
Lucy Romberg had been employed at the Crazy Angle ranch since Graham Conner bought it ten years ago. It had been the best thing for Lucy at the time, having just lost her beloved husband to a heart attack. At the same time, her daughter was making a life for herself, with a new husband and a baby on the way. Now Lucy had three beautiful grandchildren and a very good life on the ranch.
As Lucy washed dishes and cleaned up the kitchen after lunch, she still couldn’t believe all that was happening around the ranch, since Trace announced at breakfast that Xavi was in danger. Apparently, Trace had received a phone call letting him know Xavi’s father and two brothers were thought to be heading to the ranch to try and take Xavi away.
That had caused an overall ruckus, all of the men talking at once how they were going to personally stop anything from happening to Xavi. Graham had stepped in and called everyone to order.
Everyone agreed to stick as close as they could to the ranch house for the time being, and then a grimfaced Trace, Xavi, Adam and Graham, along with Tyler, went into Graham’s office and Lucy heard them making some phone calls. The sheriff arrived about an hour after that, staying briefly before leaving just before lunch.
Lunch was filled with discussions on strategies, and Lucy couldn’t believe it when Adam suggested that they let Xavi’s father and brothers onto the ranch. He went on to explain that the restraining order would be violated the minute the father and brothers were near the house. Because they were big, tough cowboys, Adam was sure everyone at the ranch would stop them before they could get near Xavi. Of course, the whole group confidently agreed and then they went out to get some work done.
Lucy wasn’t so sure about the idea. The barn and sheds were quite a distance from the main house. It seemed to Lucy that it would take some time for everyone to make it to the house after Xavi’s father was spotted. On the other hand, someone was usually always in the house somewhere. So what did she know, she was just an old woman.
The last time she had checked, Xavi was in the family room with the television on and his laptop open, typing away on it. Trace had gone up to the farmhouse to grab some clothes, everyone agreeing that Xavi and Trace should stay in the big house until things were settled.
Lucy grabbed a large pot full of water she used to cook spaghetti in and turned to take it to the sink. Water splashed out of the pot as she stopped abruptly, finding a man standing just three feet away from her. It took mere seconds to see that he was the mirror image of Xavi, only taller and broader. Lucy also thought the quiet, shy Xavi radiated goodness, where this man only looked dark and desperate.
Without hesitating, Lucy threw the water into the man’s face, followed by the pot that bounced off his shoulder. With a bellow the man picked Lucy up and threw her against the cupboard, where she bounced off and landed in a heap on the floor. The man picked her up again and held her by the shoulders, screaming into her face, “Where’s my brother?”
Lucy immediately kneed the man, aiming for his groin, only to miss and hit him in the thigh. Xavi’s brother yelled out again in anger and pain, and went to throw Lucy again. Only, Lucy watched as the wooden handle of the broom she had left in the corner came down on Xavi’s brother’s head. The man’s hands on her shoulders loosened and he looked stunned. Right then, the spaghetti pot slammed down on his head and he dropped like a stone. Lucy looked up to find Tyler holding the broom and Xavi holding the pot.
Chapter Ten
Trace was at the front door of the farmhouse, carrying a bag packed with enough things for him and Xavi to stay up at the big house for a few days, when a dark-blue sedan drove up the driveway and to the house. Looking out the window, he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and hit Graham’s number and typed nine-one-one.
Trace saw the sedan slow down and someone jumped out and entered the big house from the side entrance to the kitchen. Then the car continued to the front of the house and stopped. Another man got out and hurried into the house through the front doors.
Trace ran out the door and jumped on a four-wheeler. As he started it, he saw Graham coming towards him on a four-wheeler from the barn. Riding with him was Adam. Nolan burst out of the machine shed driving a skid steer at full throttle towards the house. Callum was clinging to the outside of the cage of the skid steer. As Trace raced to the house with Graham right behind him, he saw Zaiden coming out of a field next to the house on his tractor.
Trace was about a fifty yards from the big house when the front doors opened and Xavi was dragged out by his hair and thrown into the back seat of the car. The guy then jumped into the front seat behind the steering wheel. Before the car doors could even shut, Zaiden drove the tractor directly in front of the car, blocking its escape. Nolan ran the skid steer right up to the rear of the car and stopped. Trace looked at Graham, who had caught up to him and saw his nod. Trace and Graham each drove their four-wheelers to the car and didn’t stop until each of the machines was pressed against the car doors, front and back.
Everyone jumped off their machines and went around the car to the still-open car doors. Trace was horrified to see Xavi kneeling on the floor fighting an older man who held him by the hair, his face pressed flat against the seat. The man had a leather belt in one hand, bringing it down onto Xavi’s back while screaming about having mercy and going to hell. Trace could see Xavi was trying as hard as he could to get away from his father, but his dad was a lot bigger and clearly not in his right mind. That made him all the more dangerous.
Trace reached into the car and grabbed Xavi’s father around the neck. He barley felt the strap of leather come down on his back and shoulders. Trace punched Xavi’s father with everything he had right square in the face, dropping him to the floor of the car, out cold.
Reaching down, Trace pulled Xavi from the car into his arms. He saw that Nolan had one of Xavi’s brothers pressed up against the side of the car. The huge man was glaring down at the smaller man with such menace that Trace wondered if there was going to be a yellow puddle on the ground real soon.
Trace led Xavi into the house as he heard sirens coming up the driveway. Xavi broke away from him and rushed to Ms. Lucy, who was sitting on the kitchen floor, cl
early in distress. Tyler had his arm around her shoulders and held a wet cloth to her head. Trace could also see Tyler was sporting a split lip.
“What’s the matter with Ms. Lucy?” Trace asked.
“He came in here and threw her around until Xavi and I knocked him out,” Tyler said, nodding toward a man lying unconscious a few feet away. “The other brother took us by surprise. He clocked me a good one, before he grabbed Xavi and dragged him out of here.” Tyler lifted a hand to his lip.
Xavi knelt down next to the woman and took her hand. “What hurts, Ms. Lucy?”
Trace watched as Ms. Lucy lifted her hand and cupped Xavi’s face, which Trace could now see had a bruise forming on it. “My side’s a little sore and I got a knock to the head. Don’t worry, I’ll be okay.”
Just then, the big front doors opened and the sheriff and a couple of his deputies came in, heading straight to the unconscious man on the floor. Soon, the man was hauled out of the house and put into a police cruiser and an ambulance crew was loading Ms. Lucy into their vehicle. A paramedic examined Xavi and found him bruised, but all right.
The police finished up taking statements and packed up their stuff. Xavi’s father and brothers were taken to be booked into the county jail, and then the house was empty except for men of the Crazy Angle. They all sat around on the overstuffed sofas and chairs in the family room drinking a well-deserved beer and eating sandwiches they had all worked to quickly put together.
“Do we need to get to the hospital to be with Ms. Lucy?” Adam asked.
“No, I called her daughter and she went right over there. She just texted me that Ms. Lucy was already released, and she was taking her home to stay at her house for a couple of days,” Graham answered.
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