by Jan Irving
Jesse would be in charge tonight. Kyles heart started to pound in response.
“Im in for it, arent I?” he asked.
“About time. I let you run free for a while, but Ive had enough of this.” Jesse snagged Kyles wrist, and Kyle felt a fork of electricity flash between them. It was suddenly living the fantasy theyd shared of the biker leader and the cowboy. He felt instantly claimed.
“Get on,” Jesse ordered.
* * *
It was like he took on some of Jesses wildness as they drove down unpaved roads to his cottage on the lakeside. The breeze had a bite but still felt refreshing against his skin.
Jesse sped up on a long stretch, and Kyle gripped his waist, intimately locked to him, as if they were making love. The bike felt incredibly good vibrating between his legs, so he could see why Jesse enjoyed the sensation.
“Faster?” Jesse asked.
“Oh yeah.”
No sooner had he given in to the secret part of himself than Jesse floored it,
and they flew over the humps and valleys, past silent grain elevators and the hanging heads of feathery, dried grass, and roadside flowers. Here and there, a ranch house or farmhouse was lit by a single bulb on the porch, but mostly the night was all about the big bowl of sky and the two of them, clinging together as Jesse took them faster…and faster.
They tumbled off the bike when they arrived at the sandy parking lot for his cottage, banging helmets as they tried to kiss.
Jesse was beautiful, his hair tousled now, not brushed and civilized the way it had been before their ride. His eyes were indigo under the light of the rising full moon which was set to sail through the skies all through their night.
Helmets bounced on the hard ground, and then male lips crushed male lips, and they were kissing, hungry, Kyle making that needy sound that would embarrass him faintly when he later remember making it. But he couldnt help himself. Jesse was his man, and as he cupped Kyle through his jeans, squeezing, Kyle broke away, whispering, “ Please.”
“I know youre scared to take what we have seriously,” Jesse began.
“Im not as…flexible as you are. I thought my courting days were over.”
“Courting?” Jesse smiled. “Kyle, you are one of a kind.”
“Is that right?”
“Thats right. And Im keeping you, cowboy.” Kyle felt as if he were taking that first dive into deep lake water. “Okay.”
“Okay, you finally fucking get it that I want you, that Im not here in this town for any other reason than that youve been under my skin for as long as Ive taken my cock in my hand and fantasized?”
Kyle broke out in a sweat, thinking of that. Whoa. “Im, uh, flattered I was ever fantasy material.”
“You mean you cant believe it.” Jesses lips burned his cheek, his hands cupping his ass, confident, kneading his flesh so he felt ripe and ready to be opened and used. “What do you want now?” Jesse purred.
Kyle glanced at the cottage, which despite its close proximity to the ranch house, he hadnt had time to visit in a few weeks. It was two stories, vaguely Tudor inspired, a darkened hump shading their view of the sky. “I want to go down to my beach and make love to you. I want…” He swallowed, but Jesse was his lover, and he deserved to hear everything Kyle felt, even the stuff that made him blush later. Surrendering to Jesse was so good. He pleasured Kyle like hed never been pleasured, so Kyle just wanted to spread himself and let Jesse take him. “I want what you said I wanted—to be under you.”
“Thats a given, baby,” Jesse drawled, cupping Kyles neck to draw him closer, kissing him hard enough that the rasp of beard against beard roughened Kyles skin. “You were made to bottom for me, werent you?”
Kyle rubbed his erection against Jesse, suddenly desperate to feel him, thick, thrusting inside, making Kyle take him, swallow him deep with his body.
“Strip. I want to watch your bare ass as you walk in front of me.”
Kyle pulled back to see the heavy-lidded way Jesse regarded him, and it was exhilarating, damn it, to be a man of his years and still be sexy to someone.
Feeling like a stripper in one of those places Jesse had no doubt frequented, Kyle tried to draw it out, his chest heaving and his balls drawn up tight. He wanted to come—already he wanted to come—but he knew if he tried now, Jesse would reach down and ruthlessly squeeze the base of his cock, controlling him.
The thought only excited him all the more.
He unbuttoned his shirt and peeled off the T-shirt beneath, all while holding Jesses gaze. When he undid his jeans, Jesse stood back, folding his arms, and Kyle felt like a stallion being judged for stud duty. His clothing fell to reveal Kyles stiff, uncut cock and heavy, hanging sac. Jesse reached out and stroked Kyle, like he was petting a horse he admired.
“No, you dont come yet, do you?” Jesse kept fondling him, tormenting him, but Kyle only pushed himself deeper into that calloused hand.
“No,” Kyle said.
“Not till I say you can.” Jesse, still wearing his formal clothing, reached around to squeeze Kyles bare ass, so Kyle had a vision of himself getting pounded by Jesse in a business suit.
Chapter Nineteen
Kyles chest expanded as he took a deep breath of night air; it almost had a taste on his tongue, rich with dried pine needles and the faint whiff of the lakeside. He took the lead, walking on the dark, sandy path that led to the beach. Fortunately he knew it well, as did Jesse, from days theyd stayed here. He experienced that familiar pang as he remembered Mac around the place, repairing and maintaining it, so it had become haunted for Kyle. That was why he hadnt come here much in the past three years. Hed remembered Mac and Jess and David here and felt more alone than ever sitting watching the moonlight on Pigeon.
He caught a silver gleam in Jesses eyes that said he felt it too—felt it and then pushed it gently aside. “I loved him,” Jesse said, pausing to stand near Kyle, to nuzzle his forehead against his. “God, I loved him. But were the future now.” Jesses voice cracked on the last two words, and Kyle pulled him close.
“Okay,” Kyle agreed and felt another barrier between them fall aside, like a sand castle hed built subconsciously, crumbling at last in a run of new tide. Hed loved Mac, but he wasnt…dead like Mac. His body was alive, and he wanted.
Experiencing something like his meditation, he centered himself, aware of everything around him, aware of the scent of Jesses cologne, no doubt worn just for him. He moved forward again, feeling the rub of the grit under the soles of his feet, something that made his body vibrate, like a sensual massage.
He was living fully in his body, the cool air against the hairs on his legs, arms, and around his cock, his stiff penis wobbling as he walked. Jesse stopped him with a hand on his shoulder and then squeezed his sex, and Kyle was aware of the strange juxtaposition of a neat sleeve with a gleaming silver cuff link on a suit jacket and the calloused hand that milked him gently.
“Like that, dont you, baby?” Jesse whispered in his ear. “Yesss.” What wasnt to like? He even liked the way Jesse patted his ass. For some reason being treated like Jesses personal slut turned Kyle on. He didnt feel too old. He just wanted to get on his knees for Jesse.
“I think its time to see if you pass inspection,” Jesse drawled. The wind off the water had picked up, blowing Jesses brown hair in his eyes as they reached the small beach. Kyle was glad that willows veiled either side of his property, offering him some privacy as he stood naked for Jesse, heart thudding in his ears, mouth dry. “Oh, Jess.”
“I love you, Kyle.” Jesse cupped his cheeks, rubbing against the rough and smooth skin and the faint prod of whiskers. A man touching him, not a kid. A man who possessed, who controlled, who loved.
“I know.” Words balled up in his chest, heavy, like something he was trying to lift, but he couldnt… “Youre beautiful, and I want you forever. I want you at Davys graduation with me.” Jesse swallowed, and Kyles chest tightened. To be a part of that day, to share it with Jesse. “I want to pu
t him through vet school, if thats what he wants, and I want to wake up with you here and back at the ranch. Just you, your sexy body, and some white sheets. Mmmm.”
Kyle took Jesses hand and nested their fingers. Did Jesse hear the silent yes? He couldnt speak just then. Hed never thought anyone would propose to him. But here Jesse was doing it.
“Kyle.” Jesse reached up and cupped his cheek, and Kyle felt the cool trail there. He hadnt cried since the funeral. He dropped his gaze, more embarrassed than he was with his nudity or giving his body.
Kyle hung in the moment with Jesse, strung out like the Christmas lights he knew hed hang this year. Because now he had people in his life again. Now he wouldnt be alone, staring out his bedroom window with an aching gut.
Jesse finally parted from him to lean down and switch on a radio. Music softly wafted up, John Mellencamp singing “Paper in Fire.”
“You were here earlier setting this up!” Kyle exclaimed, taken by surprise. He saw there was more than the radio. There was a picnic blanket and hamper; there were candles Jesse knelt to light—and there was a ball gag. Seeing it, Kyle nearly whimpered. He never would have thought… But damn, it was an arousing idea, to wear such a thing for his Jess.
“I wanted tonight to be special,” Jesse said. “When we go home, I want stuff worked out between us.”
“My bed—our bed,” Kyle said, summing it up.
“Yes.” Jesses eyes were sober as he held Kyles gaze, kneeling at his feet. Kyle lowered his body and took one of the tea lights in a simple jelly glass from Jesse. Hed once lit them for a late-night swim for all of them; Mac had teased him about the romantic gesture, and hed never done it again.
Jesse was giving him back that moment, rewriting it, saying, It’ll be different now it’s you and me.
Again words crowded his throat. He looked to Jesse.
“I didnt say you could sit down, stallion,” Jesse said calmly. “We have to finish your inspection.”
Kyles heart gave a big thump. He licked dry lips, painfully excited. He was so getting off on being a sex object—plain, ordinary working man Kyle Jacobs.
He stood and Jesse followed, circling him as if they were about to begin some kind of intense dance like the tango. Kyle couldnt help but moan again when Jesse feathered fingers over his thigh, teasing him.
“You think this is ordinary?” Jesse ran a finger over Kyles cock, which flexed in response. “Look at you, all uncut like a cowboy from a hundred years ago. I like it. I like the way the foreskin peels back when youre so excited.”
He felt the brush of Jesses silk suit against his skin, and he shivered, his ass pulsing now along with his sex. Jesse ran a nail over one of his nipples, and it was like lighting a spark from bone-dry kindling. Kyle gave a hoarse cry. Jesse smiled, a little wicked, perhaps a little proud. That it was the same smile hed once worn when Kyle taught him how to ride added poignancy to the moment.
“These are nice and heavy,” Jesse commented, weighing Kyles balls in his hand and squeezing them carefully.
“Ahhh!”
Jesses index finger went behind his balls, flirting with the tight skin. Kyle thrust himself against Jesse, leaving a wet spot on his pant leg.
“You really want to get this show on the road, hmmm?” On this pass of their bodies, Jesse pulled Kyles ass cheeks apart, and he felt cool night air against him intimately and then Jesses probing fingers. “Youre pretty flexible from that goddamned arousing yoga.” Now Jesses voice was hoarse, as if touching Kyles opening was working on him. “Reach down and grab your ankles. Do it now.” Jesse gave him a sharp tap on the hip.
Kyle obeyed, breathing in and out deeply, hearing Jesse opening something and then slick cool fingers were inside him, and in Jesse manner, he pressed in steady. “Took it nicely,” Jesse whispered. “Oh yeah, Kyle, you are the perfect bottom, cowboy.”
Kyle caught an image of himself in Jesses mind on all fours, head rearing back, back arching as Jesse rode him. Without any further command from Jesse, Kyle got into position, staring out at the dark water, at the line of trees on the other side of the lake, just clumps breaking up the skyline.
Jesse squatted in front of him, and knowing what was coming, Kyle opened his mouth, and Jesse inserted the gag. It felt weird and rubbery, but also arousing, the idea of it. Between them it truly was a game, since he could yell at Jesse in his mind if he wanted to, but still Jesse said, “If you dont like it, need it out at any time, tell me, and its gone.”
Kyle nodded, and Jesse kissed his cheek gently before running a finger over the strap against his cheek.
Jesse shifted away again, and then Kyle heard the heart-stopping sound of his pants zipper coming down, and he knew his first vision of being pounded by Jesse in his business suit was happening. Jesse mounted him, taking a moment to cover himself with a condom before placing a hand over the back of Kyles neck and pressing his face gently into the sand.
And then he thrust into Kyle, slow but unrelenting, the way he took Kyle in all their shared dreams. Kyle gave a groan around his gag, and Jesse laughed, his voice husky with pleasure. “Oh, thats good,” he said. “I love having you like this, ass up nice and high for me. You better get used to gags when I move in with you, since you make so much noise when I fuck you.”
Kyle pushed back against Jesse insistently, and in response to that silent demand, Jesse pressed Kyles cheek deeper into the ground, fingers snaring in his hair. “You hot slut.” Jesse choked, and Kyle knew Jesses control had snapped. He was fully invaded, stuffed with Jesses cock shoving in and out, riding him hard, his face rubbing against the grit like Jesses slave, like Jesses captive.
He was making some kind of long, sustained sound, low, needy, and suddenly Jesse slapped one of his thighs, pushing him wider. Penetrated so deep, but he lifted up, whoring himself for it.
His body went rigid, arched, and he gave a muffled cry to the impervious moon above them as he painted the sand and rock and his clenched hands with the force of his coming. It went on and on…drawn out, Jesse calling him a slut, his slut, and goddamn if he wasnt, split open by Jesses prick, taking him up the ass, on fire for it.
His contractions squeezed Jesse, and Jesse growled, sounding almost angry as his body curled over Kyles, his palm crushing Kyles deeper into the sand.
Kyle was still huffing around the gag when it was roughly removed, and then he was rolled on his back. He looked up to see Jesses tight face, saw him tug the condom off his prick, and then Jesse put a shoe on Kyles bare stomach, leather, finely made, and as Kyle held Jesses gaze, Jesse spurted over Kyle, the white spend landing in Kyles damp, tangled pubic hair.
Jesse swayed a little, his pupils blown like a hunting owls as he stared down at Kyle. He did not remove his foot.
Finally Kyle gently pushed it aside and managed on the second try to get on his trembling knees and walk on them to Jesse and lean his whole body against Jesses pant leg, smearing it with cum and sweat as he wrapped his arms tightly around the limb.
Hed never submitted to another man this way, never imagined it, raw, so he couldnt imagine a damn thing he wouldnt give to this man who took him without quarter.
His fingers clenched into Jesses pant leg, and he squeezed his eyes shut.
“I love you more than Mac!” Tears stung his eyes, but it was true, it was true, and he couldnt hold it back anymore. “I love you more than Ive ever—Jesse!”
Jesse knelt, and his eyes were a little less wild, a little less spacey as if he could see the words had broken parts of Kyle on their way out. “Shhh,” he said, putting an arm around Kyle, saying silently it was okay, that Kyle was forgiven for feeling this way. “Mac wouldnt give a damn. He loved us.”
* * *
David was stuffing cold Chinese takeout in his mouth, when he heard the doorbell ring. He frowned. Had Kyle and Jess forgotten their keys, or was Marjorie back from the emergency call shed had to run? Kyle and Jess been so shmoopy when they took off, making weird eyes at each other, and Jesse in that
suit—what the hell was that about?
But whatever.
He put down his chopsticks and headed for the door. Maybe it was even Sam. He missed her so much. If shed just talk to him, hed—
Morrison snagged his wrist when he tried to slam the door between them. He
yanked David outside, nearly pulling his arm from his socket.
“Jesse is lost,” Morrison said calmly. “I saw that myself from the picture Jed
took. Just like Mac.”
“No!” David panted, seeing Jed standing behind Morrison, in his fist an open
five-gallon can that smelled of gasoline.
“Well torch the house and barn,” Morrison said. “Well finish Jacobs this time.” David struggled, and Morrison slugged him in the gut. “Youre not lost too, are
you? I thought we settled that.”
He wanted to say yes, but he was scared. Jesse and Kyle were gone. He was
alone just like all those times Morrison would come home before Jesse managed to
get him safe.
“Those accidents Jed threatened might happen to Kyle or Jess… Ive been
thinking about that. You killed Mac, didnt you?” David whispered. “It wasnt an
accident.”
Morrison shook his head. “Not quite. We just had words. He was paying me so
he could keep you and Jesse, and he came up short. He was in a temper when I
left.”
Davids eyes widened. “Now you mean to put the squeeze on Kyle and Jesse?
Then why burn anything down? You can just—”
“Shut up.” Morrison yanked him to his feet, and David cupped his mouth, the
Chinese food on the verge of coming up. He hung heavily in Morrisons arm as his
father shoved the door open wider.
David could see one of Kyles battered cowboy hats resting on the hall table,
Jesses boots under the table, and his own extra pair of sneakers. There was a green
