“I’m ready for you, buddy.”
Kent didn’t need telling twice. With one almighty shove, he thrust his hot dick like a poker straight into Travis’s tight asshole. They both hissed at the pain. They needed this pain. They needed it as much as they needed air. Kent only stopped when his heaving balls slapped against Travis’s ass.
Once Travis’s head came up again, as he took a deep breath, Kent knew he was ready to continue. He treated Travis’s asshole to a violent barrage of quick, deep strokes while he continued to pump the cowboy’s weeping cock.
The steamy air was filled with the sound of groans and murmurs as the two men gave each other everything they needed. Kent’s mind turned to grit as he pounded his lover for all he was worth. Travis moaned at the glorious assault on his body. He bore down and pushed back, exulting in the sensations as Kent nailed him tirelessly with his massive cock. He was deliciously stretched in both directions, and luxuriated in the bite of pain that shot through him. Kent pushed all his urgency and passion into his lover, and Travis reveled in it.
Kent dug his fingers into Travis’s hip and he gripped him like a vise. He placed the cowboy exactly where he wanted him, and he gave him everything he had. His love was rabid. He bit into Travis’s hard flesh, wishing he could get into every part of his lover’s taut body. He heard a moan, and Travis’s head fell back, rubbing his long wet hair against Kent’s flushed face. Kent buried himself in the smell and feel of the man’s waves, murmuring into his ear.
“God, I love you, bro. I love you to death, you know that?”
“I know it, bud. I love you too.”
Travis’s husky moan reverberated from his throat through to Kent’s lips. The sensation took Kent over the edge. With one last impalement, he shot his boiling seed right up his lover’s ass, letting out a guttural groan. After the first initial burst, he continued to ram Travis’s hole until he had given him every drop he had. At the same time, Kent yanked hard on Travis’s pulsating cock, causing him to climax in long, thick spurts, which splattered the wall tiles and dribbled down.
Kent slowly rubbed his hand all over Travis’s cock, which was hardly what he might call flaccid even after all the exertion! The hand that had clenched his lover’s hip loosened and stroked the cowboy’s eight-pack, then his hairy chest. Travis moaned, and the tension slowly left his body as he leaned into the ministrations of this sated lover. Kent planted hot kisses all around Travis’s neck and around to his collarbone.
The water continued to pour over the guys, soothing their minds as well as their bodies. After a while, they washed each other tenderly, enjoying the feel of skin on skin. Travis faced his partner with sultry desire in his eyes. Kent took in a gulp of breath at the beauty of his lover. He slowly reached up to meet his mouth, and he gently nibbled at the cowboy’s full bottom lip. Travis opened his mouth to welcome him in, and their tongues tangled and swirled as their hands roamed each other’s hot, wet spent bodies. Before long they were making their way back down the hall. Neither had said a word since coming, but Kent knew Travis felt his loving presence in his headspace just as strongly as he felt Travis’s in his.
The candle was almost melted when they climbed into their huge bed. Kent sighed as they lay in each other’s arms.
Travis pulled his head back slightly to look at him. His dark eyes searched his lover’s gorgeous face. “You OK, bud?” Travis’s voice was low and sensual.
“I am now, bro.” Kent gave his partner a dazzling smile. “And I’ll be even better when we’ve got our girl back.” He snuggled into Travis’s tanned, hard chest, still smiling as he closed his eyes. He could almost feel Travis’s devious mind plotting ways to make their dream come true.
Chapter Five
Tears flooded Brooke’s eyes as she ran across the yard and onto the track. It was getting dark, but she didn’t care. She just had to get out of there. She couldn’t believe that she had already started to have feelings for those men. She didn’t even know them. They had seemed so kind and tender. Travis had touched her and made her feel safe; Kent was more reserved, but really seemed to care about her. She shook her head to try to rid it of her thoughts.
The track was uneven and she stumbled a few times, blinded by her tears and distracted by her speculations. She sniffed as she managed to save herself from falling one more time, and angrily wiped her eyes. She took a few deep breaths and tried to think rationally. If she could get to the hotel in town, she could pick up her car and be out of this place tonight. She gazed at the scenery around her. The trees looked black against the inky-blue sky, and the mountains appeared more rounded than jagged. She could hear the shushing of the waterfall nearby, and a few birds chirping their good-nights to each other. She loved the tranquility of this place and would be sad to leave it.
She had only been here for a few days but had already fallen in love with the area. The people seemed so friendly and welcoming, and she had actually felt as though she could belong here. The sound of a car behind her made her jump, and she instinctively moved into the verge. Her heart beat faster when it stopped just in front of her. It wasn’t green, like Travis’s pickup, and for a second she wasn’t sure if that didn’t disappoint her a little.
“Hey, Brooke.” She sighed with relief that the person inside obviously knew her, and she found his voice a little familiar. As she caught up with the vehicle, she recognized Hal’s hat as he hung out the window, waving to her. He had the most incorrigible grin, and she couldn’t help smiling back at him.
“Hal, what’re you doing here?” She was surprised at how relieved she was to see him.
“Gotta take this here winch to Ned Tucker’s place. I reckon the motor’s dead, so he’s going to check it out for us. You need a ride to town?” Hal Jones was so laid-back and friendly, Brooke couldn’t help liking him.
She hadn’t realized what a long trek it would be to reach town from all the way up here. She had ridden up on horseback and it didn’t seem half as far. She nodded, grateful for the lift. “That would be great if it’s no trouble…?”
“I’d be glad for the company.” He smiled at her as he took her bags and stowed them under the bench seat at the front of the pickup.
Brooke ran around and jumped in the other side. It was warm in the cab, and she liked the smell of oil that permeated the air.
“Thought I’d drop in on Uncle Don on my way. You going to the hotel?” Hal drove steadily down the rough track.
“Uncle Don? You’re related to Mr. Montgomery?” Brooke stared at him in surprise. He chuckled.
“Yep. Uncle Don’s my momma’s brother. Why? Can’t see any resemblance?” He grinned at her.
“To be honest, no. I suppose maybe your hair, but he’s so…”
Hal chuckled again. “Bossy?”
Brooke blushed. She hadn’t wanted to say the word, but he’d hit the nail squarely on the head. She nodded.
“Oh, he comes across as the big bad Dom, but he’s a p—kitten really.” Hal nearly stumbled over his words.
“Big bad Dom?” Brooke frowned.
“Yep, Don the Dom they call him. He’s a real hardass Dominant but you wouldn’t know it if you saw him today. Aunt Stella’s coming home tonight, and he’s running around like a headless chicken. Wants to make sure the place is perfect for her. He’s had the staff running all over the place making sure everything’s just right.”
“Why? Is she bossy too?” Brooke hadn’t yet met Mrs. Montgomery but understood that she had been visiting her sick mother for a week or so.
Hal chortled. “Hell, no. She’s the sweetest woman you could meet. That’s why Uncle Don loves her so much. He just wants everything to be right for her, you know?”
“Oh.” Brooke frowned.
“What’s up?” Hal noticed her expression.
“Well, if she’s his submissive, shouldn’t she be the one worrying about having everything right for him? It seems the wrong way around to me.” Brooke was surprised that she had the nerve to ask the question really, but i
t just kind of came out. Hal was so easy to talk to.
Hal laughed again. “You don’t know much about D/s relationships, I take it?”
Brooke flushed. “Yes I do, actually,” she informed him indignantly.
Hal stopped laughing and cleared his throat. “Well in that case, you’ll know that it’s full of give and take. Each partner giving each other what they need. Aunt Stella would hate to come home to a mess, and Uncle Don doesn’t want to give her the impression the place falls apart the minute her back’s turned. They love each other; they want to make each other happy.”
“But if he’s her Dominant, isn’t it her job to keep him happy?” Brooke frowned again.
“Of course. And as her Dominant, it’s his place to make her happy.” Hal spoke slowly. Brooke said nothing.
“That storm’s brewing up again. Are you staying at the hotel tonight?” He glanced up at the dark sky as a few large drops of rain splattered onto his windshield.
“No, I’m going tonight. I have to pick up my car from the hotel, though, if you’re headed that way?”
“Going where? It’s not going to be safe driving tonight, sunshine.”
Brooke felt herself flush. She didn’t actually know where she was headed next, but just felt that she should leave town. Things were too complicated here.
Hal sighed. “The storm’s settling in for the night, maybe even a couple of days. You’d be safer staying at the hotel until it’s passed. In a couple of hours the roads in and out of town will be cut off. It often gets like that up here. At least if you’re in town you’ll have everything you need right there.”
Brooke bit her lip. She hadn’t contemplated staying another night at the hotel, but she could see the sense in what he said. Besides, if the town was cut off by the weather, at least it would mean that Chad wouldn’t be able to catch up with her for a while. She would be safe.
Hal drew up outside the hotel. It was only a small building with a few rooms, but it was homey and she liked it there.
“Looks like Aunt Stella made it home,” he said, looking at a small yellow car in the parking lot. “Uncle Don’ll be relieved about that.”
Brooke got out of the truck. “Thank you so much for the ride.” She smiled up at Hal as he carried her bags inside.
“No problem. It wasn’t exactly out of my way.” He winked at her, making her blush. “Hey, Uncle Don, I’ve brought your customer back for you.” He chuckled as Don Montgomery appeared from the dining room.
“Nice to see you again, Miss Adams. Do we have the pleasure of your company again tonight?” Don was a big man with a powerful voice, which frightened Brooke a little, but he had a nice smile and had always been kind to her.
“Yes, sir, if that’s all right?” He must have thought her a total fool, having her things taken up to the ranch only this morning and now appearing back here again already. She was dreading the inevitable questions that were bound to be asked.
Don Montgomery seemed totally unperturbed. “Of course. Same room as before? Or you can move if you prefer? All the rooms have been serviced.” The hotelier was obviously proud of his efforts, which made Brooke smile.
“The same room would be fine, thank you.” She took the key and Hal handed over her bags.
“Why don’t you go and get settled and then have dinner with my wife and me? We’ve got no other guests staying tonight.”
“I’ve already eaten actually, sir. Thank you for the offer anyway. I might have a sandwich later on if that’s all right, though?” No doubt he’d been looking forward to his wife’s return and had probably planned a private dinner for the two of them tonight.
“Well, if you’re sure? Maybe come down for a drink with us in an hour or so? My wife would love to meet you.”
“I will. I look forward to meeting her too,” she assured him as she turned to go. “Thanks again, Hal,” she called over as she reached the stairs.
The guy tipped his hat in acknowledgement and leaned over to speak to his uncle.
Brooke made her way upstairs and walked into the room she had left yesterday morning. She loved this little room. It had a wonderful view of the mountain up ahead, with lots of pine trees at its foot. She could see a few houses, but the majority of the town was at the other side of the hotel. She enjoyed the seclusion.
She put her bags on the floor and threw herself onto the soft bed. The room only had a few pieces of furniture, but it was plenty. She promised herself she would put her clothes back in the drawers later. There wasn’t anything that needed to be hung in the wardrobe. All she had taken was a few pairs of jeans and shorts and a stack of T-shirts. She only had a couple of sweaters with her, and her coat had been left in the car.
She sighed as she thought of the little home she had left behind. It was only a small apartment but she had loved it there, at first. She hadn’t made much money at her admin job, but she had enough to get by and make her home nice and cozy.
After Chad had moved in, he had insisted on heavy net curtains at every window to afford them some privacy. He said she must have been an exhibitionist for not having them before, despite being on the eighth floor. He had criticized her for not having enough money to furnish the place with everything new. Soon after that, he insisted that she give up her job as he said it was keeping her away from him too much. She had to let go of all her friends too, as he felt they were a bad influence on her. She had ended up completely cut off from the outside world. Then things got really bad.
He told her it was his place now as he was paying for everything, and he had his friends around for drinks and parties whenever he wanted. She was always afraid of his friends; they seemed very aggressive, especially when they had all been drinking. Kenny would always pick an argument with someone or other and fists would fly. Jacko and Trent were another couple of evil bastards who would use any excuse to get in a fight. Chad was aggressive too. He used to beat her for no good reason, often in front of his friends, who sat around laughing while she wept and cried out for help. When they went to the local BDSM club, Chad took great delight in keeping her on a leash and never missed an opportunity to punish her.
Then, one night it was too much. Chad had been drinking again and had taken things too far. She had woken in the hospital; someone had found her and called emergency services. The police had asked all sorts of questions, and she told them everything. She had to, she had no choice. They couldn’t find Chad. He seemed to have disappeared into thin air.
When she recovered, she crept back to the apartment. He had been back and trashed the place. She quickly took some clothes and stuffed them into a couple of bags before heading for the door. Then she saw him. Not Chad. This was one of his drinking buddies, Kenny. She’d seen him here loads of times, leering at her. He had that horrendous look on his face now as he blocked her doorway. He also had a knife.
“Chad wants you to sign this.” He handed her a piece of paper. It was neatly typed and clearly explained that she had lied about all her accusations. It stated that he had only incriminated Chad to get him into trouble because he had threatened to finish with her. She tasted bile in her mouth as she read the words through tear-filled eyes. The police had promised her she would be safe. They would catch him and lock him up. She could start her life again. They lied. She wasn’t safe now. The ugly fucker waved his knife at her while he watched her expectantly. “I ain’t got all day, whore!”
She screamed. She opened her mouth wide and yelled for all she was worth. She could hear someone coming up the steps to the apartment, and her heart leapt. Unfortunately the fucker turned on his heel and ran.
Brooke stuffed the letter in her bag and ran down the steps. She climbed into her car and pulled away. She was just in time to see Chad skulking down the street, half-hidden by a garage, obviously waiting for his friend to return with the letter all signed.
She recalled her heart pounding as she slammed her foot on the accelerator and hightailed it out of town. Even if she showed the police the lette
r, they couldn’t do anything. They couldn’t find him, couldn’t stop him. But he could find her.
As Brooke lay staring at the ceiling, she was suddenly aware of the tears that had begun to stream down her cheeks. The cozy room suddenly felt too big and open, too exposed. For a few hours today she had felt safe. The image of Kent wielding that whip gripped her. She hadn’t seen his face but had imagined he had been angry. His muscles had rippled as he raised his arm. That immense power was arousing, but she could never trust a man to wield it for her again.
Her head was pounding and she closed her eyes. Curling herself into a ball, she snuggled into a pillow and sobbed before falling fast asleep.
When she awoke it was pitch-black in the room, and she had to think for a moment to decipher where she was. She leaned over and switched on the bedside lamp. It was nearly ten. Her mind raced as she remembered her promise to meet up with Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery, and she jumped off the bed and went to refresh herself. She grabbed her wash things from the bag on the floor and tidied herself up before rushing downstairs.
“There you are.” Don Montgomery looked very smart in a black suit and tie. Brooke felt a little scruffy in her jeans and sweater, but there was nothing she could do about it now. She was glad she had at least had a wash and tied her hair up. He stood at the little bar, serving a couple of glasses of something sparkling, and automatically grabbed another glass.
Mrs. Montgomery sat at one of the small tables in the corner of the bar. She was a large lady and wore a bright red dress. Her hair was dark and fastened to the top of her head with a big, sparkly clip. She had a broad smile, and her eyes lit up when she spotted Brooke.
Brooke walked nervously across the bar and smiled at them both. Mr. Montgomery placed the three glasses on a silver tray, and Brooke followed him over to the table.
“Stella, this is Brooke Adams. She’s been staying with us for a few days. Brooke, this is my wife, Stella.” Don Montgomery sounded very official as he made the introductions.
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