Jesse

by Jan Irving

  “Love…” Kyle felt his eyes widen.

  “Dont freak, okay?”

  “Whos freaking? I, ah, should go check the barn. Maybe do some paperwork.”

  “Do you think I’d have brought David back to any old place? There was a reason we came back here. I could never stop thinking about you. Kyle, don’t run away, damn you.”

  “You don’t know your own mind. You’re too young! You’ll get tired of me—”

  “Fuck. You.”

  Jesse grabbed the leftovers in the box for the garden and made to stride from the kitchen, his face composed, as if demonstrating he had far more control than Kyle.

  Kyle looked around the battered table, remembering the meal, the laughter. “Dont go,” he begged. “Im being a dick, but Im…” Scared. Jesse paused and raised his eyebrows at Kyle, waiting. “We can do it after Davids asleep if you still want the kiss in my bedroom.” Jesse gave a stiff nod. “See you later, then.”

  * * *

  David rubbed Halls long nose. “Another carrot?” he whispered to the horse. “You big hog.”

  Hall took the offered treat, mouthing Davids hand wetly.

  David let out a long sigh, feeling something coiled tight unwind inside him. He had no idea why Kyle had assigned him Halls care; he wasnt exactly experienced, but taking care of the Percheron was almost as peaceful as time spent alone on the beach.

  Also, David had experienced a bad feeling about Halls bruise, almost as if he could feel an afterimage of something deliberate. He wanted to stay close, make sure Kyles prizewinner didnt get hurt again.

  He leaned against the horses big, warm body, feeling himself settle as Hall was settling. Closing his eyes, he remembered the unpleasant feeling hed had when hed read his fortune tonight. It was stupid since all it had said was Someone distant will send you an e-mail or letter soon.

  Of course hed thought of Morrison.

  He tensed when he caught a footfall, but then relaxed when he saw it was only Jess. His older brother ran a worried blue gaze over him, and Davids stomach twisted. He used to be able to share everything with Jesse, but now he couldnt. He wasnt sure what Jesse would do if he knew about that night. Probably hunt Morrison down, and then Jesse might wind up in jail.

  “You about to go to bed?”

  “Yeah. Got a book from the library. Pretty tired,” David yawned. He didnt want to talk. He hoped Jesse took the hint.

  “Are you really worried about school?” Jesse probed. “You already have some friends in this area.”

  “Yeah, and they know a lot about our family.”

  “You mean about Mac living with Kyle or Morrisons drunken binges?”

  David shrugged. He wanted things to just be easy for a change. To not stand out. To blend in like his head going under the water at the nearby lake. He felt safe then; no one could see him.

  Jesse sighed and reached out to squeeze Davids shoulder. “Kids will eventually see who you are, and thats all that matters. Plus, working for Kyle has some cachet, as I remember. Get some rest.”

  David caught sight of Kyle in the hallway behind Jesse and couldnt help but shake his head, smiling. “You guys can relax. Just going to sleep here.”

  “I was checking on Hall,” Kyle said.

  “Sure,” David agreed, not buying it for a second.

  * * *

  Kyle had showered, something he liked to do late at night, right before bed. He sat at the desk in his bedroom wearing a towel, moisture still on his skin cooling him off pleasantly. Even with the air-conditioning, they were having a burning send-off from summer.

  He ran a hand through his drying hair, surveying the numbers on his ledger and unhappy because he still didnt have enough drivers for his carriage service. Soon the tourists would be flocking to Pigeon for the fall festivities, and even if he himself wanted to get out there and help pick up the slack, theyd still be short people.

  He was going to ask Jesse and David to help him out. Theyd both need training before theyd be ready, though Jesse had done a little bit of driving before he and David had been forced to leave.

  Closing his laptop, he rubbed his eyes and got up, looked over at his queen-size bed. Hed slept alone in it since Macs death except for the handful of times Darren had been over. Now as he sat on the edge and let himself fall back, he couldnt keep his eyes open after another long, intense day.

  His last thought was hed really like a warm, hard body pressed against his. The right body. The right man.

  * * *

  It began as a whisper. A voice calling his name, stirring him gently in his sleep.

  Kyle felt a ghostly caress down his bare chest, a hand brushing against his lower belly, removing the towel that covered him.

  Cool air touched his skin, and he shivered in response, but his cock was hard, so hard and aching.

  Kyle groaned, and when he opened his eyes, he wasnt in his spartan room on the ranch.

  Instead he was in some kind of fancy Victorian take on a brothel. Heavy red velvet drapery and black accents. A huge walnut four-poster bed with kissing cherubs carved into the headboard. A bench covered in leopard-spotted fabric crouching by a window. Faux gas lamps lit the space in a soft light.

  He knew at once he was in another of Jesses dreams.

  In this scenario, Jesse was dressed as formally as the room. He was wearing a dark suit with a high collar and string tie. His hair was tamed and swept back from his forehead. He also sported a mustache, the same soft chocolate as his ruff of hair. He was puffing from a cheroot as he stared at Kyle.

  Kyle was not dressed like a Victorian gentleman from the Old West.

  He wasnt dressed at all, unless that included the black ties that held his wrists and ankles secured to the bedposts.

  He sat up, blushing as he took in his nude, oiled, scarred, and muscled body displayed like a whore. And his cock—it was full and unsubtle, prodding the cool night air.

  “Jess…” he whispered, staring at the younger man.

  “Very nice,” Jesse said, passing some greenbacks to another gentleman, who was dressed in a similar manner. “I will enjoy your stallion.”

  “Stallion?” Kyle huffed. He was someones stallion? He was just…ordinary.

  But Jesse didnt appear to think so, and it was his dream that had ensnared Kyle again. He was busy taking off his coat and loosening his collar. Kyle stared, his mouth going dry as Jesse slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the smooth, tanned flesh Kyle wanted to put his lips to.

  “Have you been prepared properly for me, stallion?” Jesse asked.

  “Uh.” Kyle squeezed his ass cheeks together and felt how loose and lubricated he was. He was certainly all set up for someones use. He tugged at his bonds, curious, but found they werent window dressing; they pulled tight against his wrists. Helpless. In this fantasy, he was helpless.

  So why did it turn him on so goddamned much?

  Meanwhile, Jesse had removed his shirt and now had pulled off his trousers. When he folded them neatly and placed them atop a dresser, Kyle saw Jesse was also hard, and he caught a glimpse of a small tattoo on Jesses right ass cheek. He couldnt make it out, and damn if he didnt want to. But Jesse was writing this script, so a moment later he had a knee on the magnificent bed where Kyle lay oiled, tied, and helpless, his legs spread wide. If hed needed any other clue about what was on the menu, the pillow under his ass was a big one.

  Jesse stroked his cock, staring into his eyes with a gaze the pure blue that lives at the flick of a lighter. “Im going to have you, Kyle,” he whispered.

  Chapter Nine

  “Ive never been had…” Kyle whispered back. “Not like this.” He couldnt help but feel insecure, even if he knew it was just Jesses dream wrapping around him like tendrils of something from underground, pulling him deep.

  Jesse shifted so his nude body was between Kyles legs. He smoothed his hands over Kyles thighs, as if savoring having him like this, open and accessible. His eyes were heavy-lidded, and Kyle had a sudden thoug
ht that Jesse must be able to see him, all of him, from the way he was positioned, including his warmed and slickedup dimple.

  As if reading Kyles shocked thoughts, Jesse bent closer, and his fingers played over Kyles crease, light and teasing and then suddenly direct, pushing inside—

  “Nice,” Jesse murmured as his index finger sank in deep, and Kyle writhed on the bed from the uncompromising pleasure and pain. Jesse was using him like a paid fuck, and it was a role for himself Kyle had never imaged. His penis was engorged and throbbing, lying neglected and full against his quivering stomach. “You like this. You were made for this.”

  “Uh.” Kyle was losing any ability to be coherent.

  “You need more up you?” Jesse pushed in a second finger to the knuckle, filling Kyle fast and hard. Although Kyle mainly bottomed, Jesse was pushing, as if he wanted to underline Kyles helplessness, the way he had no choice but to take it. “You do, dont you? Look at you, your ass all greasy, clenching on my fingers, tied up and ready for it. I watched you a week ago when I visited this establishment and looked through the peep window. You took two men at the same time and you loved it.”

  Kyles breath stuttered at the idea. His balls were tight up to his body. He would come on just Jesses fingers if he kept playing and talking to him this way.

  Jesses lips grazed his as he leaned close and brushed his hard chest against Kyles. “You loved it, didnt you? Having those two men in you, desperate to fuck you.”

  “Yes!” Kyle exploded. “Yes, I want to…!”

  “What do you want now?” Jesse taunted. “I’ll make you beg,” he had promised Kyle once. Kyle had scoffed at the idea, unable to picture himself doing such a thing. But now…

  Kyles chest rose and fell heavily as he fought with the words that wanted to rise to the surface, almost like something inside him eating its way out.

  Jesse pinched his cockhead, and Kyle arched his body, trembling.

  “Tell me!” Jesse demanded, eyes searing Kyle, looking into him.

  “Treat me…”

  “Yes, damn you, Kyle, tell me!”

  “Treat me like a whore,” Kyle begged. He couldnt believe what hed asked for, something hed never imagined, never even fantasized about, but Jesse seemed to have drilled down deep into places and feelings Kyle had never known lay sleeping inside him.

  Jesses eyes flared, and yet he only offered Kyle a tender kiss. “You dont know what hearing that does to a man. Youre so honorable and strong, but Im the man to do you, to make you come?”

  Kyle felt confusion rise like a troubling incense. Yes, he wanted to admit, but how could he? What he ached for didnt matter. After everything Jesse and David had been through, he had to put them first.

  Jesse bit his neck, and Kyle cried out. If his legs had been free, he would have wrapped them around Jesses hips.

  “You’re beginning to let yourself be the man I can see inside you. Look at you, all wanton and ready for it. What you are right now is a slut. My slut.”

  Jesse got up from the bed, all lean, cougarlike grace, his cock heavy and bobbing between his legs as he walked to the rooms door and opened it, calling. Kyle waited, dazed, aroused. What was Jesse up to? Oh God, he never could predict what Jess would do to him, what hed bring out of him.

  Several men entered the room, and Jesse pointed to the bench, to a chair near the bed.

  “Watch us,” Jesse ordered the neatly dressed gentlemen.

  “Jesse!” This was one of the wildest dreams theyd shared yet. Jesse was uncompromising, raw, as if he was determined to show Kyle who possessed him.

  Jesse went to the bedside table and opened a drawer, shuffled through some accessories that Kyle didnt even recognize. He wondered what Jesse was up to. This was the stranger who had driven up on his Harley, his hair tousled, his eyes riveted on Kyle. From that moment Kyle had felt taken, claimed.

  “It’s kind of a turn-on Mac had you first. You were my big brother’s lover. God, how I wanted you.”

  “Jesse!”

  “Don’t mistake me; I loved him, and if he’d… I’d never have touched you, but now you belong to a Coulter again.”

  Jesse pulled out a thick club with brown leather tails hanging from the end. It looked oddly familiar, though Kyle had never seen something precisely like it—at least not for real. He watched Jesse run the leather over his lips as he considered Kyle, wildly conscious that in this exotic dream, they were watched.

  “You have a thing for voyeurism. So do I. I told you I wanted to show you off one day.”

  Kyles heart was thudding in his ears as Jesse trailed the leather tail over his chest, smacking one nipple with it so Kyle arched and gasped, his hands making fists, straining.

  “Fuck!”

  “Say it,” Jesse prodded, the little whip snapping over Kyles stomach. “Do it again!” Kyle rasped. “I liked it.”

  “Tell me.”

  “My…nipple. That thing. Uhn!” Kyles whole body jerked again as Jesse struck him lightly, a cat playing with his willing mouse. “I think you need something up you again,” Jesse noted in a conversational tone.

  Kyle panted as he twisted his body under Jesses wiry one, pushing up to brush himself as much as possible against Jesses slick skin.

  “Dont you?”

  “Please, Jess…”

  Kyle couldnt see what Jesse was doing, not with Kyles body blocking his vision, but he felt pressure at his opening. Thick, thicker than anything hed ever taken. His eyes widened when he guessed what was happening, just where that thick club fit in. It was a butt plug—with a brown tail.

  Jesse thrust it in suddenly, and Kyle shouted. The bed trembled as Jesse impaled him with the toy, and he came simultaneously, driven out of himself by Jesses relentless possession.

  As Kyle lay huffing in the aftermath, his cum still warm on his stomach, he could feel the thing splitting him deep inside, rubbing against his prostate.

  “Every stallion needs a tail,” Jesse whispered before he licked Kyles skin, tasting the completion hed brought on.

  * * *

  “ Uh!” Kyle jerked awake, his body throbbing, so hard, so painfully hard. He blinked, shoving the hair out of his eyes as he registered the breath against his chest. Jesse.

  Jesses blue eyes snapped open, catching fire in the dim light.

  “I came for my kiss,” he said softly. “But you were asleep, so I just closed my eyes for a moment.” “Christ!” Kyle exclaimed. He sat up, running a hand over his sweaty face. “The stuff you dream about me.”

  “Dont see yourself that way?” Jesse smoothed a hand over Kyles chest, stopping to pop a nipple under his fingers and tug it sharply. Kyle gasped at the sensation of pleasure-pain. He liked it; he couldnt deny he liked Jesses authoritative brand of lovemaking, which was nothing hed ever experienced before. “You really are a virgin.”

  “Am not!” Kyle groused.

  “Oh, baby, you are.” Jesse kissed him. “Its hot how innocent you are. Youre my vanilla cowboy.”

  Kyle felt chagrined. “I guess thats another word for boring.”

  “Are you kidding? I feel like a man with you, such a man,” Jesse said, and then his voice lowered. “I make you crazy for it. I make you beg.”

  Kyle couldnt deny his Jesse had become a man who had the power to make him beg. He only wished he didnt still worry he wasnt enough for such a fiery person. Yet he discarded that worry as soon as Jesse mounted him, his boxers tenting around a formidable erection, Kyle shifted his hands under the cloth so he could cup Jesses full, tight ass in his palms.

  “Oh God, you feel so good!”

  Jesse blinked. “Youre not fighting it.”

  Kyle swallowed. “How can I? Im a pushover.”

  Jesse cocked a brow. “I like you that way.”

  My young man. My lo—Kyle buried the thought. He never wanted Jesse to stay with him out of sentiment. When the time came that he wanted to get back on that Harley and leave Kyle Jacobss life, Kyle wouldnt hold him back.

 
“Did you like the thing I used in you?” Jesse was studying him intently.

  “The fancy butt plug? Hell, I didnt recognize it at first.” It was true hed lived a pretty vanilla life. He might be embarrassed and want to hide his desire sometimes, but he couldnt. Jesse was inside him, whether he wanted him or not. The dream might as well have been a metaphor for how helpless and open he was for this hard stranger. He couldnt shut him out. It would be like ripping out his guts.

  Jesse leaned close. “Dont forget the horse tail,” he whispered.

  “God Almighty, you have one of those things, dont you?” Hed thought it was all part of the crazy, erotic dream.

  “Kyle, when I rode up that day, it was sitting in my leather knapsack. I planned to use it in you as soon as possible.”

  Kyle swallowed, unable to think of a thing to say.

  Jesse laughed. “Scared?”

  “Terrified. Just who have I let into my bedroom?”

  “Im going to make you come so hard.”

  “You already have,” Kyle admitted. “All those dreams for months. I got so I couldnt sleep without you touching my mind.”

  “I made you come in your sleep?” Jesses lips took on a wicked curl. “Some nights thats the only satisfaction I had, too tired from working on fishing boats or cutting lumber, but it was like I couldnt get any rest unless some part of me crawled close to you, held you, had you.”

  Oh, Kyle had been had, all right. He blushed to remember all the fantasy scenarios theyd lived and how hed begun to crave Jesse taking him, over and over again.

  “So do you”—he had to clear his throat—“have that plug, hot rod?”

  “Hot rod?” Jesses brows lifted, and he nuzzled his brown-whiskered chin gently against Kyles. “You still worry about the Harley.”

  “A little less,” Kyle admitted. “Ive seen how careful you are with David, how you look after him; youd never risk yourself, knowing he needs you.”

  Jesses eyes were solemn. “No, I wouldnt, and thanks for seeing that. I told you I never feel more a man than when you see me that way.” His lips quirked. “In fact, I may have been on the slightly pushy side about it.”