by Lily Harlem
“Aren’t I a lucky girl.”
And then she was gone.
He finished his banana, his heart full of love and life and looking forward to the day—another day in paradise, because that was what it was here.
Without bothering to put on a t-shirt, he slipped on his boots then wandered across the dry-earthed yard to the biggest barn. It held stables, lambing pens, a tack room, and had a vast area for storing straw bales.
The bales had been brought in the day before and dumped unceremoniously from the tractor into the center of the barn. They needed stacking neatly to protect them and to make them accessible. It was a heavy, hot job, and Evan had been right to suggest getting on with it early in the day before the temperature cranked up.
At the entrance, Harry paused.
The barn was dark with dust particles, thick as fog, dancing in the sunlight that speared through two high skylights.
The stable end was quiet, the horses out in the paddocks. They’d come in if they got too hot or the flies became too much. But for now they were grazing happily.
He heard Evan before he saw him. The crunch of bales being lifted and thrown, the stab of the fork and stomp of boots.
Grabbing a pitchfork, he headed around the huge stack of straw.
“Hey,” Evan said when he spotted him. “Good of you to join me.”
“I wasn’t going to leave you to do it alone.”
Evan half smiled. He’d removed his shades, and already his brow was damp with sweat, as was his chest. Piercing a bale, he hoisted it into the air and carried it ten feet to the new stack.
Harry paused to admire him.
Evan was tall and slim, and his muscles were defined and rippled beneath the surface of his skin. He always sported a tan that reminded Harry of caramel, and it went so well with his blond hair and blue eyes. From the moment he’d seen a photograph of him, when planning The Challenge, Harry had thought Evan one of the best-looking guys on the planet. That hadn’t changed.
“Shouldn’t take long,” Evan said, dumping the bale then turning for the next one.
“No, not if we stick at it.” Harry mimicked Evan’s actions by pitching up a bale. It wasn’t heavy, but he knew from experience by the time he’d moved fifty his arms would be aching.
“Raul’s heading to James Point,” Harry said.
“Why?”
“Ingredients.”
Evan nodded.
“He’ll be gone most of the day.”
“Yeah, it’s a long way.”
“He doesn’t seem bothered.”
“Ah, if it’s for a recipe, Raul will move mountains.”
“True.”
“His book is selling well, so he said.”
“Yeah, great, eh.”
“Your man Riley have a hand in the marketing?” Evan paused.
“What do you think?” Harry hoisted a bale, his biceps, shoulders, and abs tensing.
Evan watched him stride across the barn. “I think he did.”
“Of course.” Harry deposited the bale. “And why not? He’s Raul’s father-in-law as well as an employee of the Vidal’s. Who better to invest time and effort? Riley only wants the best for Raul, and if Raul is happy, his wife is.”
“I agree. She’s nice, Maria.”
“She is. They’re a good match.”
“You say that now. You thought Riley was gay.” Evan huffed.
Harry shrugged. “I guess it goes to show you never can tell.”
“No.” Evan stopped and stabbed his pitchfork into a bale so the handle stuck straight up. He cupped his hand over the top and leaned on it. “Do you reckon anyone thinks we’re gay?”
“We’re not.” Harry stopped and frowned.
“No?”
“Well, not in the conventional sense, Evan.”
“Because we’re only gay for each other?”
A tingle of alertness slid over Harry. It had taken a long time for he and Evan to admit to their feelings for each other and for their relationship to blossom. “Yeah, I wouldn’t want to touch anyone else’s cock, other than yours.”
“Good to know.” Evan ran his hand through his bangs, flashing damp armpit hair.
“Why are you asking this?” Harry rested the prongs of his fork on the ground.
“I was thinking…”
“Dangerous.”
“Ha, ha.” Evan paused. “We’ve never told Raul, Mason, or Lucas that there’s more to us, always been careful to keep it hidden, but…”
“But what?”
“Do you think we should, so we don’t have to hide?”
Harry was surprised by this sudden suggestion. They’d always agreed to keep the true depths of their feelings and their attraction under wraps from everyone but Olivia. “I don’t know.”
“It’s just…” Evan sighed. “It’s all so perfect, being here, it would be nice to truly be ourselves.”
“And just kiss whenever we wanted.”
“Show affection, yeah.” Evan turned away.
Harry frowned. He’d always thought if push came to shove and they told the other guys, it would be he who instigated it, not Evan. “What about the kids?”
“They don’t need to know.”
“I agree. Certainly for now.”
“I think…” Evan said, then paused. “Raul wouldn’t have an issue.”
“But Mason and Lucas?”
“I’m not so sure.”
“They might surprise you.” Harry released his pitchfork. It dropped and landed against a bale at a forty-degree angle.
“Perhaps.”
Harry’s arms ached. He wanted to hold Evan, comfort him, share strength. They’d chosen a difficult path but hadn’t been given a choice. They’d been drawn together through desire and love.
He stepped up to Evan and cupped his cheek. “How about we discuss it with Olivia and see what she thinks.”
“Now?” Evan asked.
“No, not now.” Harry licked his lips. He could smell Evan’s body—fresh sweat and a lingering pine scent from his shower gel. It seemed to flood his nose, his throat, and seep down to his belly. His abs tightened, and heat pooled in his groin.
“Now is as good a time as any,” Evan said quietly.
“No,” Harry whispered. “Now it’s time for something else.”
“It is?” Evan’s blue eyes sparkled. “What?”
“You know what.” Harry leaned forward and touched his mouth to Evan’s, softly and carefully as he cradled his head.
Evan opened up and let him in, sighing quietly.
Harry swept his tongue over Evan’s, enjoying the masculinity of his taste and their stubbled chins connecting.
Evan’s pitchfork rattled to the floor. He held Harry’s forearms in a tight grip.
Lust grew, like a shot of it had been injected into Harry’s bloodstream. His cock strained against his jeans, and his heart rate picked up.
“Can we?” Evan asked, pulling back, his cheeks a little flushed. “Here?”
“There’s no one else on the station apart from Olivia.”
“What if…?”
“And not due back for hours.”
“Fuck, you’re right.” Evan cupped his groin. “And I’m so fucking hard.”
“Me, too.”
Evan grinned. “So shall we do something about it?”
“Hell yeah.”
Chapter Fourteen
Harry stood stock still as Evan reached for his belt buckle. He undid it, sliding it free, then ran down the zipper.
It all happened so slowly, like a dream. Impatience surged through his veins, but Harry didn’t move.
Until Evan shoved his hand into Harry’s boxers.
“Ah fuck,” Harry said, locking his knees and grasping Evan’s shoulder for support.
Evan’s eyes were alive with lust as he wrapped his fingers around Harry’s cock. “Yeah, you are hard, Vidal.”
“Tell me about it.” He pushed at his jeans, the material sudde
nly the most irritating thing he’d ever encountered. His boxers slid with them and bunched at his thighs
“Mmm,” Evan said, smiling and stepping closer still. “This is more fun than stacking bales.”
Harry swallowed. Evan’s touch always had him spiraling into a mass of need and want. He’d long since gotten over the fact it was a guy touching him—something he never thought would happen. This was Evan. He loved Evan. He wanted to give and receive pleasure with him…for the rest of his life.
“Maybe I should go and get Olivia,” Evan whispered onto his lips. “We could both suck your cock.”
“Oh fuck.” Harry gasped.
“Does that mean you’d like that?”
“You know I would, but…”
Evan raised his eyebrows and slid to the tip of Harry’s cock then down to the root. “But?”
“But fuck… I can’t wait.”
Evan grinned, a deliciously sinful smile that tightened Harry’s balls and made him dizzy with desperation. “Okay, as we’ve got all day, we’ll get one out the way first.”
Harry nodded. “Yeah. Sounds like a plan.”
“Turn around.” Evan released Harry’s cock and shoved at his shoulder.
Harry found himself facing a stack of two bales.
“And bend over,” Evan said, pressing the top of Harry’s back with firm insistence.
Harry did as instructed, a tremble attacking his ass as his palms hit the sharp blades of straw. They’d never been brazen enough to fuck outside of a locked bedroom before. In fact, it had been over two months since they had. And then it had been Harry who’d topped, that was usually the way.
But today it seemed Evan had other ideas.
“Mmm,” Evan said, sliding his hand up Harry’s back. “Nice view.”
His touch and the warm air on Harry’s hot skin produced a full body tremor. Harry moaned and let his head hang. His cock was tapping his belly, his balls tight. He closed his eyes and handed himself over.
“The minute you walked into the barn,” Evan said. “I wanted you.”
“I always want you.”
“The way you always want Olivia, too. I’m beginning to think you’re a sex fiend, Vidal.”
“Are you complaining?”
“Hell no.” Evan bent right over him, his chest skimming Harry’s back. He wound his hand around Harry’s waist and took hold of his cock.
“Fuck.” Harry jerked forward and clasped the straw. He felt so owned, so possessed by Evan—his body was his to do as Evan pleased.
“I’m going to fuck you,” Evan said in a low, guttural voice.
“Yeah, do it.”
“It’s been too long since I did.”
“I know.” Harry’s ass clenched at the thought of Evan’s big dick driving into it.
“It’s going to be good, really good.”
Harry moaned as Evan twisted his fist around his cock, rubbing the length but adding extra sensation.
“Can you feel how hard I am?” Evan asked. His groin was butting against Harry’s ass.
“Yeah.” He paused. “Give it to me.”
“I will.”
But Evan seemed in no rush, and he stayed doubled over Harry, working his cock, kissing his neck, breathing hard.
Eventually Harry wriggled his ass. He didn’t want to come this way. He wanted to come with Evan fucking him.
“Okay, I take the hint.” Evan released his cock and straightened.
Harry missed the heat on his back, his firm strokes, and he moaned and widened his stance.
“Hang on.” Evan disappeared for a moment but then returned.
“What?” Harry said, pushing upright.
“Nothing, don’t move.” Evan bent him double again. “I needed lube; there was Vaseline in the tack room.
Lube. Good idea.
He looked between his legs, saw Evan’s legs, and then Evan’s jeans and red boxers drop around his ankles.
This is it.
He didn’t need to see Evan’s cock to know it would be solid and dark, the domed head likely holding a drip of precum.
Evan’s hands were on Harry’s ass, smoothing over his buttocks, drifting down the crack between them.
Harry tensed, then tried to relax. He needed to harness some patience for this bit.
“That’s it,” Evan said, setting his slick fingertip over Harry’s hole. “Let me in.” He tunneled his finger deep; the invasion was dark, primitive, and so damn sexy.
Harry’s cock filled further; his breath was hard to catch. To feel Evan there, in his most private place…he wanted more.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Evan said, slipping out then pushing in again.
This time the stretch told Harry another finger had been added. It went knuckle deep, his hole widening. “I want to come.”
“You will.”
Evan set up a gentle pumping action, fucking him with his fingers.
Harry groaned. How was he supposed to hold off? The tip of Evan’s fingers were rubbing over that hot spot inside that sent him crazy.
“I can’t…” he managed. “Please…” He didn’t care that he was begging, that he’d never had to beg for anything in his life before he’d met this man, but here he was. Needy. Desperate. Racked with lust.
“It’s here.” Evan withdrew.
The tip of his cock nudged Harry’s anus.
Evan clasped his ass cheeks, separating them. “Get ready.”
“I’m ready.” Harry braced for penetration.
And then Evan was pushing forward, parting Harry’s sphincter, opening it with his cock tip and gaining entry.
Harry bore down, gritted his teeth, and reveled in the nip of pain mixing with intense pleasure. “Ah yeah, fill me.”
Evan didn’t reply. Instead, he went on a steady ride to full depth.
Once there and his balls were pressed against Harry’s ass, he released Harry’s buttocks and gripped his hips. “Fuck, I’m in.”
“I noticed.” Harry was panting, the invasion so extreme, so thick and dense.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, I need to come…fuck me.” His cock hurt he was so aroused, so desperate for more. He needed to hit climax and spurt. “Oh God.”
“Hold on for the ride.” Evan tightened his grasp on Harry’s hips.
There’d be bruises tomorrow, but Harry didn’t care.
Evan pulled almost out, then rammed back in.
They both grunted, Harry with the air being shoved from his lungs.
Evan repeated the process, his hard cock riding over Harry’s prostate.
“Evan,” Harry moaned. “Fuck yeah…”
“I won’t last long,” Evan said, “Feels…too…good.”
Harry knew what he meant. He closed his eyes and became lost in the sensation of having Evan plundering in and out of his ass—something he never thought he’d enjoy, be into, but damn, it was one of the best things ever.
“Wow, you boys are having fun.”
Evan froze.
So did Harry. His heart did a weird double beat, and his throat constricted. Then his brain computed who it was. Who’d come into the barn.
Olivia.
“Babe,” Evan said, slipping halfway out then sinking in again. “Come and join us.”
She giggled. “Is there room for one more?”
“Always,” Evan said. He resumed fucking Harry, not as wild this time, slower, more paced.
“Mmm.” Olivia ran her hand over Harry’s back, from the base up to his neck. She dipped her head and kissed his cheek. “Enjoying being fucked, Mr. Vidal?”
“Jesus,” he muttered. He could hardly think straight. “What do you reckon?”
“Looks to me like you’re in your own little Heaven.”
“Olivia…” he gasped when Evan hit full depth.
She kissed him again, on his lips this time, and sank to her knees.
“Suck him,” Evan said. “While I fuck him. He’ll love that.”
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“I like that idea,” Olivia said. “New.”
Harry watched her fold beneath him, her head level with his groin.
The next thing he knew, she was massaging his cock and swiping her tongue over the tip.
His legs threatened to give way. His arms shook, and his vision blurred as he stared at the crisscrossed strands of straw.
Evan was fucking him hard again, grinding in and out, blasting over all of his sensitive nerves.
Olivia took him deep, wrapping her tongue around his shaft. She’d sucked his cock more times than he could count, but this…hell, this was a whole new level.
“Ah yeah,” Evan groaned. “Is it good, Harry? Is she sucking your cock?”
“Fuck, yes.”
Olivia took him deeper, as if to prove the point.
Her tight throat surrounded his cockhead, the heat and wetness dragging precum from him.
He reached for the back of her head and locked his fingers in her hair, needing to touch her.
“Come,” Evan said, his grip on Harry’s hips becoming vice-like. “Fucking come.”
“Yes, yes…” Harry was trembling, his skin hot and cold. His brain seemed to be firing in all directions. It was sensation overload. He didn’t know where his body stopped and theirs began.
Olivia swallowed, tugging the end of his dick.
Evan’s cock swelled, the root stretching Harry’s anus.
It was there. He couldn’t hold it off. “Liv, you better…if you don’t want.”
She stayed with him, using her hands and her mouth.
His balls retracted into his body. The point of no return had been crossed.
Evan rammed deep, shouting out his pleasure.
Harry came, the relief of it drawing tears from his eyes and holding his breath hostage. It was so damn intense and powerful.
Evan steamed into him, releasing in long, wild lunges. Each full depth penetration tumbled Harry into a new wave of bliss.
Olivia took him deep, swallowing his cum, playing with his balls the way he adored.
Their duel attention sent him higher, spinning him into one of the most potent orgasms of his life. His heart beat against his ribs, his breaths hard to snatch.
Evan was dragging him onto his cock, filling him while Olivia laved at his dick with her tongue, her lips a tight circle around it.
“Oh God,” he groaned, suddenly conscious of the sharp grip he had on Olivia’s hair and releasing it. “That’s amazing…fuck.”
