Tyler's Transformation [The Men of the Crazy Angle Ranch 1] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove)

by Bellann Summer

  After exchanging warm hugs, Graham turned and pulled Tyler close. “Ms. Lucy, I would like you to meet Tyler Hayward. Tyler, this is the lady that keeps this place running smoothly.”

  “Nice to meet you, Ms. Lucy.” Tyler put out his good hand in an awkward greeting.

  Tyler noted that the tiny lady barely came up to his shoulder as she pushed his hand away and squeezed the breath out of him with her warm hug. “I’m so glad you could come and stay with us, Tyler. You’ll have to let me know what your favorite foods are and if you’re allergic to anything.” Taking a step back, she looked him over, taking in his bandaged hand he kept at shoulder height, to keep the swelling from the surgery down. “Why don’t you let Graham show you to your room? There’s time for you to rest awhile before supper.”

  “Thanks, Ms. Lucy, I think that’s what we’re going to do. We’ll see you later,” Graham said.

  Tyler found himself ushered through the open doors into a huge foyer. He admired the southwestern décor, with salmon-colored tile floors which, from what Tyler could see, extended throughout the house. Graham sat down on a wooden bench and removed his boots, while Tyler used his toes to pry each of his tennis shoes off. When Graham had set both the boots and Tyler’s shoes under the bench, he ushered Tyler out of the foyer into a large living room with a cathedral ceiling. He wouldn’t let Tyler linger and admire the wall of windows covering the whole backside of the room. Tyler managed to see through the windows a multi-colored concrete patio with a large in-ground pool, water sparkling in the sunlight. As they continued through the room, Tyler admired a massive stone fireplace that covered one whole wall of the warm room, which was decorated in a pure southwestern theme of tans, blacks, and turquoise.

  Off to the side of the living room was an alcove that contained several single and one set of double French-style doors. Tyler could see a small bathroom through the open door on the right. To the left was a room with walls lined with thousands of books. A huge mahogany desk sat in the middle with a laptop computer, folders, wire baskets, and pens littering the top. It was easy for Tyler to deduct that this had to be Graham’s office. Graham opened the two French doors, revealing a wide, long hallway.

  “Your decision, honey. Ms. Lucy has a room all ready for you down the hall, or you can stay in the master bedroom with me.”

  Chapter Eight

  For Tyler, there really wasn’t any decision to make. Stepping up to Graham, he lifted his lips and proceeded to initiate a kiss that deepened quickly to include the slide of tongues and heavy breathing. Breaking the kiss, Graham grabbed Tyler’s hand and pulled him through another set of double wooden doors to the left.

  Before him was a huge master suite. Tyler loved the feeling of a warm welcome the tan-rust-and-blue color scheme gave him. Graham pulled him past a small sitting area and over to an enormous bed that took up the corner of the room. While Graham pulled the bed covers to the bottom, Tyler opened his jeans and started working them down his hips. Graham turned back to him and slid his hands up over Tyler’s belly and chest, taking his shirt with them and over his head.

  “Take your clothes off, Graham. I want to see you.”

  Graham stood before him, just a couple of inches taller than his own five-foot-eleven frame, but so much broader and delicious. Tyler watched as his big work-worn hands pulled the snaps of the cotton blue-and-white checked gingham shirt apart. A few quick maneuvers and the shirt was lying on the floor next to Tyler’s own clothes.

  Graham’s dark-blue jeans were opened and Tyler could see the crisp, dark-brown curls surrounding a cock that fulfilled every one of his size queen dreams. Tyler decided that commando was an excellent look on his sexy cowboy.

  Graham loved how Tyler was looking at him like he was the next best thing since peanut butter. They had exchanged a lot of kisses and one great blowjob, but Graham wanted Tyler to choose to be only in his bed forever. He still had the feeling that Tyler was holding something back. It was just a matter of time before Graham would have Tyler talking about it. That was one of many things that were so very good between them—communication, with their minds and bodies.

  Now Graham was going to make something else good between them. Pulling Tyler into his arms, he covered his mouth with his own. This time Graham used his tongue to invade and conquer. He tasted and stroked Tyler’s tongue, bringing small whimpers from the man. With Tyler’s arms around his shoulders, Graham brought their bodies together, the hairs of his chest causing delicious friction against the smoothness of Tyler’s. Hard cocks strained against each other, coating their bellies with their mixture of pre-cum.

  “Get on the bed, honey. This first time will be face-to-face. After that, I want to take you from behind.”

  “Will you allow me to take you?” Tyler asked.

  “Of course. I consider this a partnership. I can’t wait to feel you inside of me.”

  Tyler’s eyes were shining at him, their color the most beautiful shade of blue Graham had ever seen.

  Tyler turned to crawl onto the bed and Graham hurried into the master bathroom to find a new tube of slick and a box of condoms. He intended to ask Tyler to be tested so they could forgo the condoms one day, but for now the whole box was going to be next to the bed. The way he figured it, there would also be a few condoms in his pocket at all times, from now on.

  Returning to the bedroom, Graham paused at the stunning sight before him. Tyler was lying amidst a layer of pillows on the bed, knees bent and spread. His eyes were half-closed as his hand cupped his balls with a finger at the entrance of his hole. Graham watched as Tyler rubbed his hand up his sack to the tip of his dick, squeezing the end and then going back down until it was again tapping at his tight hole.

  Graham was at Tyler’s side in seconds, lifting his hips and sucking down his cock until his nose was buried in those light-brown curls. Tyler had very little hair on his body and Graham made a silent promise to later address those curls beneath his nose. Sucking hard on Tyler’s cock, Graham swallowed the tip, enticing a cry from Tyler’s lips.

  Graham’s balls were starting to pull up and he knew he had to keep this moving along or he was going to embarrass himself by coming all over the sheets. Although the thought of coming all over Tyler, marking him with his seed, made Graham even more excited.

  Reluctantly, he dragged his mouth away from Tyler’s cock and brought the length of his body up on top of his lover, taking his mouth in another wet, dominating kiss.

  His fingers grabbed the lube that he had dropped next to the pillow when he had attacked Tyler’s cock. A flick of his thumb and the cap was open, lube squeezed out and coating his fingers. Graham wasted no time. He found Tyler’s entrance, circling and rubbing the muscle until it gave under his fingers. Sliding one finger in, he searched for the tiny treasure that would have Tyler hitting the ceiling. Like magic, he found that sweet spot and Tyler arched his back, crying out Graham’s name.

  Graham slid in another digit, opening it further. Tyler was rapidly stroking his own dick now and Graham knew Tyler was just about ready to come. Pushing Tyler’s pumping hand away, Graham put another finger to Tyler’s entrance and then pushed it in.

  Tyler was beautiful in his excitement and Graham was delighted, watching him take his pleasure, riding Graham’s fingers. Finally, Graham couldn’t take anymore and pulled his fingers free. Reaching over, he grabbed a condom out of the box and quickly tore it open.

  Tyler never took his eyes off of Graham’s dick as he slid the condom on and used a little more lube to grease it up. Graham pushed Tyler’s legs wider, making room for his bigger body, and shoved a pillow under his hips. Lining up his dick, he pushed through the loosened ring until the head of his prick popped through. Stopping, he let Tyler adjust to his size.

  Tyler breathed through the pleasure-pain of having Graham’s dick in his hole. It had been a long time since he had anything larger than his own finger in there. Not since he had been with Tony, and Tony liked to catch more than pitch. That had bee
n fine with Tyler then, but now he could see he was going to want Graham’s cock inside him at least once a day, probably a lot more than that.

  “Please move,” he pleaded.

  Tyler was granted his wish when Graham’s cock slid further into him, splitting him wide open. Not giving him any more time to adjust, Graham set up a rhythm that had Tyler groaning in ecstasy. Tyler reached his hand down and touched his cock. That was all it took for his orgasm to grab ahold of him, sending jets of cum between them, painting their straining abdomens.

  Graham wasn’t too far behind, succumbing to his own climax, filling the condom full. Tyler put his good hand to the side of Graham’s face and guided their lips together. Tyler knew at that moment he wanted to spend the rest of his life with this man. He just didn’t know how he was going to keep him once Graham found out what an asshole he was.

  Graham left Tyler relaxing on the bed and went to get a wet cloth to clean him up. Never had he felt such a connection to a lover. Unfortunately, that meant he also felt Tyler shut down just as they kissed after their climaxes. Graham knew Tyler was still hiding something from him. Now that he had the man in his house, he was going to gain Tyler’s total trust and then find out what was tying his lover’s insides up in knots.

  Graham came out of the bathroom just in time to see Tyler’s lean body in a full-out stretch on the bed. He had his arms above his head, back arched, and his legs slightly apart. It made Graham’s cock literally stand up and touch his stomach right below his belly button.

  Graham didn’t hesitate. He went over next to the bed, tore open a new condom, put it on, and smeared a glob of lube on it. Turning to Tyler he grabbed the man around the calves and pulled him down, flipping him over so only his upper body was still on the bed. Graham loved how Tyler looked, bent over, feet touching the floor, ass out and ready for him. The next second he was balls-deep in his lover’s still-loose hole. Graham couldn’t stop himself from impaling his dick into that snug hole over and over again. Thank goodness Tyler seemed to be on the same page, since he was pushing back, meeting every thrust head-on. Excitement was tearing up Graham’s spine, making him shiver as Tyler’s hole squeezed the head of his cock, demanding that he put it back in as far as it would go.

  Knowing that he couldn’t hold on much longer, Graham reached around and slid his hand under Tyler’s belly and took a firm hold of his cock. Tyler howled as warm cum coated Graham’s hand, as he pumped every drop out of it. When there was no more, Graham took ahold of both of Tyler’s hips and powered into his ass until he exploded, pulse after pulse, into the condom.

  Both men collapsed onto the bed, trying to catch their breaths.

  “We need a shower,” Tyler said.

  “Yep.”

  “I think you killed me.”

  “Yeah, but what a way to go.”

  * * * *

  Tyler was hungry and hoped he wasn’t going to embarrass himself in front of Graham and the large, dark man sitting across the table from him. You would think after all of these months, he’d be getting used to this left-handed stuff.

  Tyler found Adam VanPeterson to be nice enough in a dark, brooding way. He was a tall man, at least six foot three by Tyler’s estimation. Jet-black hair fell over his deeply tanned brow and a very short beard added to the dark image he projected. But then he smiled, flashing even, white teeth and warm brown eyes, showing Tyler why Graham had told him Adam was a huge successful player in getting men into his bed.

  The foreman had politely inquired about his career and injuries, nothing too deep or uncomfortable. The man was very good at making small talk and putting people at ease. Tyler knew if he stayed at the ranch, Adam would be a good friend. That was something he hadn’t had for a long time. Graham put his hand on his thigh in silent support, making Tyler’s dick take notice. The two exchanged a warm look.

  Shifting in his chair, he couldn’t help but smile at the twinge his ass made from all of Graham’s loving. He hoped there would be more after dinner.

  “So, is the pipsqueak going to be all right?” Adam asked.

  Tyler’s head jerked up as he looked at Adam in surprise.

  “Yeah, the doctors said she should be back competing in a couple of weeks. She’s with Mom and Dad, probably shopping for a whole new wardrobe by now,” Graham answered.

  It was then Tyler realized that they weren’t talking about his brother Brian, who his partner’s coworkers all called Pip, short for pipsqueak. They were talking about Graham’s sister Cindy. Tyler couldn’t stop the guilt he felt when he thought of his brother and the whole group of men that most likely hated his guts for what he had done.

  Graham had seen the surprise and then the guilty expression that had crossed his lover’s face while he was discussing Cindy’s condition with Adam. He was even more convinced something was eating at Tyler and that he just had to be patient until his lover was ready to tell him.

  “Oh, that looks delicious, Ms. Lucy. Thank you.” Graham took the platters of toasted sandwiches from the cook. She was back again with huge bowls of French fries and a garden salad. One more trip yielded fresh, cut-up fruit with whip cream on the side. As was the norm in his house, the cook took a seat at the table with them.

  “Where is everyone this evening?” Graham wasn’t used to the big wooden table being this empty.

  “Let’s see,” Adam said. “Trace flew up to Wyoming to shoe horses at two ranches up there. I have a feeling once the word gets out that he’s in the area, more ranches will be after him, wanting their horses taken care of.”

  “That’s okay, as long as he keeps track of what he’s doing and where he is. I’ve been seriously thinking about hiring him an assistant.” Paperwork was very important in keeping track of which horses Trace worked on and what he did for them. Graham needed the information so he could charge the ranch for services rendered. In Graham’s experience, most farms kept a record on just about everything concerning the expensive draft horses, but he liked keeping his own, too.

  “I think that might be a good idea. Do you want me to put out an advertisement or just keep an eye out for someone qualified?” Adam asked.

  “Let’s look around and see what turns up for now.”

  “Sounds good.”

  “So where are Nolan, Callum, and Zaiden? I saw Zaiden out in the west field when we drove in earlier today. Is he still out there?”

  “Yeah, he wanted to finish it up tonight. There’s a chance of rain tomorrow. Nolan went into town to get some parts for one of the farm trucks and thought he would stay the night. Callum went over to the Anderson farm. They have a Percheron about to give birth and called to see if he would take a look at it.”

  “All right, anything else I should know?” Graham asked. He absently picked up Tyler’s fork and speared a couple of grapes, before handing it back to him. He received a warm smile before Tyler dipped the grapes in some whip cream and ate them.

  “No, things have been pretty quiet. Becky should be giving birth this week sometime. I know you’d like to be there.”

  “Thanks. Let’s hope Becky gives us a nice big boy this time.” Graham speared a few more grapes for Tyler and watched as the man slowly licked the cream off of them. He knew Tyler was teasing him and couldn’t wait to show him what his teasing would get him.

  A clearing of a throat broke the spell that had ensnared Graham, and he watched his best friend shift in his chair, face red under his dark tan. “I think I’ll just go out and see if Callum is finished or needs any help.” Setting his napkin on his plate, he took it into the kitchen and was out the back door.

  “I didn’t mean to make him uncomfortable and leave,” Tyler said.

  “That’s okay, honey, I think he just needs to get laid. It’s probably been a whole week since he’s had sex.”

  Laughter burst out of Ms. Lucy as she stood from the table and picked up her own plate. “Watching you guys is hilarious. There’s never a dull moment around here.” Then she went into the kitchen and Graham
could hear dishes being loaded into the dishwasher.

  “Let’s get these dishes into the kitchen for her,” Tyler said.

  “All right, but then I think we need to get you to bed. It’s been a long day and I wouldn’t doubt you’re ready for a pain pill about now.”

  “You just want to get another chance at my ass.”

  “That, too.”

  Chapter Nine

  The next morning, after a late breakfast, Tyler was making his way down the driveway with white metal fencing running along each side toward the barns and shed area of the ranch. They had been late getting to breakfast because neither of them could seem to keep their hands off each other.

  Last night, when they had gotten back into the master suite, Graham had kept his word and let Tyler inside his gorgeous ass. Except because of Tyler’s injured hand, they had to be creative about the whole thing. Graham, in his usual way, took off Tyler’s clothes and laid him out on the bed. He then proceeded to lick, bite, and suck every inch of Tyler’s body, making him almost lose his mind by the time he was done. Graham had then used his mouth to put the rubber on Tyler’s cock. Tyler could only lay there panting, eyes wide, watching just about the sexiest sight he had ever seen. The next thing Tyler knew, Graham was hovering on top of him, lining up his hole to Tyler’s cock.

  Graham ordered Tyler not to move and took what Tyler was convinced had to be hours to impale himself on his cock. Every time Tyler started to come, Graham would reach down and pinch the base of his dick, holding him off. By the time Graham was fully seated, there were a lot of whimpers, moaning, and howling coming from Tyler. But he hadn’t moved.

  What proceeded was a long session of loving that left the pair sweating and collapsing in exhaustion when they finally finished. Thank goodness Graham had just enough energy to clean them both up before they fell asleep in each other’s arms.