Alex Carreras Heat 03 Summer Heat Back To The Farm

Heat 3

Summer Heat: Back to the Farm

Returning to the farm where they first met, Hunter Cross and
Travis Mitchell prepare for a weekend of family fun celebrating the

upcoming wedding of Andrea and Bill, Hunter's mother and
Travis's uncle, while also reuniting with Jaxson Mitchell, Travis's
cousin, and his new boyfriend, Dr. Chase Cameron. What they get

instead is a less-than-friendly welcome from Jared and Derek
Johnson, brothers working on the farm that have secrets about

the past, especially Hunter's.

Fighting for their love and their lives, Hunter and Travis once

again prove their love is as strong as the day they first met a year
ago while working in the oppressive summer's heat of Virginia.

Introducing two new characters to the Heat series and reuniting
the characters of the first and second, the normally sleepy,
Southern farm transforms into a place where dreams are made

but could be just as easily broken.

Genre: Alternative (M/M or F/F), Contemporary,
Western/Cowboys
Length: 20,462 words

SUMMER HEAT:

BACK TO THE FARM

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EROTIC ROMANCE

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Chapter One

“Hunter, it’s your mom.”
Hunter Cross pushed the phone to his ear and squinted at the clock

radio resting on the bedside table. 12:02.

“Is everything okay?” he whispered into the phone, trying not to

wake his boyfriend, Travis Mitchell. His pulse began to race with
worry that the unusually late call from his mother was bad news.

“Everything’s fine,” she assured. “I expected you boys to still be

up on a Friday night. Since you’ve met Travis, you’ve surely settled
down.”

Hunter chuckled to himself. If she only knew, he thought.
They’d been screwing each other all afternoon, which spilled over

into the evening. They had started dressing to head out to their
favorite gay bar, Badlands, but got sidetracked when they decided to
shower together. One thing led to another, which led them straight to
the bedroom.

“Listen, honey, I’m calling to tell you that Bill has asked me to

marry him,” she said, giggling like a schoolgirl. “Finally.”

“That’s great. Congratulations.”
Travis stirred and mumbled into his pillow, “What’s going on?”

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Hunter reached out and stroked Travis’s hair. “Your uncle has

popped the question.”

“What!” Travis scrambled, sitting up. “No shit. That’s great. My

boyfriend’s mother is going to be my aunt.”

Hunter rolled his eyes, placing his arm over Travis’s shoulder.

“As you can hear, we are happy for you.”

“It’s the smartest thing he’s ever done, Andrea,” Travis yelled in

the direction of the phone.

“Thanks, sweetie,” she responded sincerely. “But there is one

small problem.” She paused briefly then cleared her throat. “The
wedding is in a week from tomorrow.”

“What!” This time it was Hunter’s turn to yell into the phone.

“What’s the rush?”

For a fleeting moment, he thought she was pregnant, but with her

recovering from cancer and all its treatments and being in her early
forties, the probability was slim to none.

“Why shouldn’t I rush? It’s a lady’s prerogative. Plus, I don’t

want to give him the chance to change his mind. You will be able to
make it, won’t you?”

“Don’t worry, we’ll be there. Travis is on summer break, and I

can catch a few vacation days from work. We’ll start driving mid-
week.”

“Road trip,” Travis declared, jumping from the bed and doing a

little dance in his birthday suit.

“Hunter, I can’t wait to see you, but I have to go. Bill’s telling me

to get off the phone and let you go to sleep. I’ll call you tomorrow,
okay? I love you.”

Hunter could hear the words catch in her throat. “I love you, too,

Mom,” he finished, hanging up the phone.

Travis slid under the sheets, nuzzling closely. “Well, babe, it

looks like we are going back to the farm.”

The thought of going back to Sycamore Hill Farm where they first

met, where they first made love, grew him hard. He pulled Travis

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tight into his chest and rolled over him, peppering him with kisses
along his stubbled jawline.

“I can’t wait to take you into the hayloft and bend you over a bale

and have my way with you,” he said, only half joking.

Travis kissed back, sliding his hand along Hunter’s back and

sending sparks down his spine. “And I can’t wait to let you.”

* * * *

Travis pulled the truck into the gravel driveway and then shifted

into park. He gazed around at the barns and out buildings, reliving the
first moment he’d laid eyes on Hunter. After jerking off in the hayloft
and then zipping up, Hunter had walked in, almost catching Travis in
the act.

He was the hottest guy Travis had ever seen, then and now.
Once Hunter had finally accepted his homosexuality, they had

made up for lost time, screwing in every one of the buildings. Hunter
chuckled to himself, hoping that they would have enough time during
the visit to relive some of the previous summer’s memories. His cock
strained against the tight denim of his jeans with hopeful anticipation
just thinking about it.

Hunter’s baritone voice interrupted Travis’s thoughts. “I’ll get the

suitcases out from the back,” he said, opening the door and stepping
out and then reaching into the bed of the truck, retrieving the bags.

Travis followed, stretching and inhaling the sweet smell of hay

and freshly cut grass lingering in the cool breeze. It was nice to be
back home again and back on the farm. Living in Texas was nice, but
he had missed the rolling, green hills of Virginia and the gentle beauty
of the Blue Ridge Mountains. Before moving, he’d only lived in
Virginia. It was all he knew. And no matter how much he tried to tell
himself he didn’t miss his family, he did.

Travis heard the screen door slam. They turned.
“Travis. Hunter.”

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Bill Mitchell, Travis’s uncle, stepped from the house, a big smile

stretched across his face. “How the hell are you?”

Travis smiled and raced toward his uncle, giving him a huge hug.

“Bill, you look great!” Travis pulled back, looking Bill in the eyes.
“So you’re finally doing it. Good for you.”

Bill nodded. “Yep.” His eyes glinted, and his face glowed with the

mention of his upcoming nuptials. “I love her.”

The unusual show of his uncle’s emotion caught Travis off guard.

Mr. Tough-and-Strong had been replaced by Mr. Hugs-and-Romance.
This was the real thing, Travis thought. Bill was definitely in love.

Bill continued, “Have you seen your parents yet?”
“No, they are still in North Carolina at the beach house. They will

be driving up sometime tomorrow.”

“Good, we made up a room for you. We’d love for you to stay

here throughout the wedding. That is, if your parents don’t mind.”

“Yeah, so we can do the grunt work and pick up the slack on the

farm whenever possible,” Hunter interrupted, jokingly.

Bill opened his arms wide, engulfing Hunter. “Son.”
Hunter chuckled dropping the bags by his side. “Dad,” he said,

mimicking his future stepfather’s stance.

They hugged as Travis looked on. “Ahh,” he added approvingly.
Hunter released his grip. “Now stop all this hugging and help me

with these.” He picked up a bag, handing it to Bill.

“How was the drive?”
“Not bad,” offered Travis, following Hunter and Bill toward the

house. “But I am starving. We didn’t stop to eat today because we
didn’t want to ruin our appetite for Andrea’s famous meatloaf. She is
making meatloaf, right?”

“You can ask her yourself.”
They followed the clanging of pans, entering into the screen porch

and passing into the kitchen.

“Is that you, honey?”

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Andrea whipped the oven mitts from her hands, tossing them onto

the counter. Before Hunter could set down his bag, his mother had
him locked in a tight embrace. “I can’t believe you’re here. And you
look so skinny.”

Hunter dropped the bag and cradled his mother in his arms and

kissed the top of her head. “How you doing, Mom?” he whispered,
squeezing her tighter.

“I’m great. I’m going to be a married woman in a few days.” She

gazed upward at her son, a beaming smile stretched across her face.
“Now let me go so I can give Travis a kiss.”

She slid from his hulking arms into Travis’s. She stood on her

toes, kissing him on his scruffy cheek. “You’re too skinny, too, but
you’re still the handsomest boy in the state, with the exception of my
son, of course,” she said, raising her hand and running her palm along
his cheek. “Skinny and in need of a shave.”

Travis blushed, something he didn’t frequently do. “Hopefully I’ll

gain a few pounds at dinner tonight. I’ve been dreaming of your
cooking ever since we got the phone call saying that you were getting
married and that we were coming.”

“Well, I hope you have a big appetite, and that goes for all of you,

because I’ve made an extra big meatloaf and mashed potatoes and
every kind of vegetable you can possibly imagine, and none of it is
going to go to waste,” she said while taking turns wagging her finger
at each one of the men.

“I don’t think you have to worry about that,” said Bill, raising an

eyebrow. “Let’s let the boys get settled while you finish cooking. I
have to get a few things done before dinner and stop by Fred’s and
see how he’s feeling.”

“W–w–what’s the matter?” Travis stammered.
“Is he okay?” added Hunter.
“Yeah. The docs say it was heatstroke, but he had us scared to

death,” Bill explained. “I thought it was a heart attack when I saw him
faint while we were out mending fences. But he’s as fit as a fiddle.

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The old man thinks he’s thirty-two instead of eighty-two, that’s his
only problem.”

Hunter and Travis laughed and shook their heads, thankful that the

oldest farmhand on the farm, and possibly in the country, was still
healthy and kicking.

“Don’t worry about him,” said Andrea. “That man will bury us

all.” She picked up a dishcloth and swatted at Hunter. “Now, you
boys go take showers and rest up and meet back in about an hour or
so, okay?”

“Sounds like a great idea,” Travis agreed as he stalked past,

making his way toward the upstairs bedrooms.

Hunter interjected. “I think we should go for a walk first and

stretch our legs. We’ve been driving for ten hours straight, and that’s
just today. My ass is still numb, and I could use a walk.”

Travis felt his stomach flip and his pulse start to race. He

recognized that tone in Hunter’s voice, the tone that meant he was
horny and needed sex. Now. And the growing bulge in his jeans was
also a clue.

My wish to fuck in the hayloft is about to come true.
“Suit yourselves,” said Andrea with a shrug, her soft voice

interrupting his sexually charged thoughts. “Just don’t be late and ruin
dinner, or I’ll hang you both.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Hunter answered, shooting a quick glance at

Travis, making his throat go dry and his knees quake. Even after a
year, Hunter still had the power to make him yearn for his touch…and
his cock.

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Chapter Two

The air hung hot and heavy in the semidarkness of the barn. After

sliding the door shut, Hunter wasted no time stripping Travis of his T-
shirt and then his own, discarding them on a nearby bale of straw. He
fed on Travis’s lips, slowly at first, hungry to taste his firm but still
delicate mouth. He chewed at his lower lip as he slid his hands along
Travis’s sinewy back, his skin feeling like the rarest of silks under his
fingertips. “Lie down,” he commanded as he guided him almost
forcefully to the floor covered in a cushion of loose hay and straw.
His need to take Travis was always urgent, but for some reason, the
need to push inside him, to completely possess him was tearing at his
soul.

Maybe it was the memories of the farm from last summer, the first

time they had sex and explored each other most afternoons after a
long and hard day’s work. Or maybe it was being back in the country,
surrounded by nature that made Hunter feel the call of the wild more
than he normally did. Whatever the case, Hunter knew he had to take
him, and soon. Being this close to Travis, smelling him, tasting him,
he was going to shoot his load before he even got the chance to place
his spitting cock inside of Travis’s velvety wonderland.

Hunter tore at the buttons of Travis’s 501s, opening them with one

hurried yank. He reached in and unleashed his cock and admired it
briefly before engulfing it into his eager and wanting mouth. “Mmm,”
he moaned, tasting the familiar slick and salty fluid pouring from his
lover’s hard and throbbing cock. It was a taste he craved and never
grew tired of.

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He lapped and licked taking it into his hands and then squeezed,

feeling the blood coursing through the bulging veins. It was a
generous shaft and the head was fleshy and full and pink. Absolutely
beautiful, Hunter thought, as he rode Travis’s cock with his mouth,
prompting moans and groans from Travis.

Travis slid out of his jeans like a snake shedding his skin while

pumping his hips into Hunter’s hot and wet mouth. “Suck me babe. I
love your lips on my cock,” he groaned out into their quiet
surroundings.

Hunter did just that, still managing to kick off his shoes and inch

out of his pants. His cock dripped and oozed its juices onto the floor,
pooling under him. He dug a hand between Travis’s mounds parting
them to find his swollen bud. Finding his target, he forced his fingers
into the warm, soft flesh that jumped with his touch. He slid one, then
two fingers into his hole, stretching and readying him for his awaiting
cock. Travis parted his legs and rolled onto his shoulder blades giving
Hunter access to his tender, pink flesh. He cried out as Hunter slid yet
another finger into him and pushed deeper. Tears trailed from the
corners of his eyes. “Fuck me,” he begged. “I need you to fuck me.”

His voiced cracked with desperation.
Hunter rolled Travis further onto his shoulder blades then angled

over him. His chest and arms pulsed, supporting his own weight.
Hunter gazed into his lover’s face, watching a lustful fire rage in his
steel-blue eyes. He reached down and grabbed his cock, running the
slick head around Travis’s bud, teasing him. He knew it was cruel, but
he wanted to hear him beg for just a little bit more. He pushed in and
then retreated, gazing into Travis’s eyes. “You want me to fuck you,
babe?”

Travis grunted and nodded his head.
Hunter spat on his hand and then reached down and lubed up his

cock, his juice and spit making the perfect texture of lube.

They had stopped using condoms because they were exclusive and

trusted each other. Nothing would ever come between them. Ever.

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Hunter positioned himself and then rode his cock deep into Travis

with one quick thrust, causing Travis to cry out. The tears streamed
from his eyes freely as Hunter started his slow ride to ecstasy.

Hunter pumped his hips rhythmically as they panted in unison.

Travis’s warm, moist breath blew across his face and neck. Sweat
beaded on Hunter’s forehead and raced down his spine, disappearing
into his ass cleavage. Over and over, more and more, he pushed as
deeply as he could as Travis whimpered and moaned beneath him.

Travis reached up and tugged at his nipples causing him to go

almost blind with lust. Hunter quickened his pace, feeling his sac
jump, wanting release.

Reaching between his own legs, Travis grabbed his cock,

gratifying himself while Hunter gratified his hole. He stroked his cock
in time with Hunter’s rhythm as beads of sweat rained onto his face
and chest from Hunter, his exertive lovemaking skills giving
him…them, one hell of a work over.

A pressure built in Hunter’s chest and sac. He pulled the entire

length out of Travis and then slammed in deep. He bucked and
squirmed then pulled out again just to repeat his forceful actions.
Travis jacked his cock faster and harder as his mouth parted and he
began to groan. Hunter watched his lover’s face distort from the
effects of a mind-shattering orgasm. He sucked in air and then seized
as his cries filled the darkness. Hunter gazed between their bodies as
Travis’s sweet, sweet liquid shot from his cock and splattered onto his
tight abs, leaving a trail of pearly liquid along the way.

The smells and the cries coming from his lover proved too much

for him to hold out any longer. Hunter’s back arched, and his legs
quaked as his thick juice coursed up his shaft. He clenched Travis’s
mounds tighter, burying his cock just that much deeper, exploding
into Travis’s velvety tunnel.

“Ahhhhhh.” Hunter released a cry from deep within his chest as

the waves of orgasm rolled over him. Travis spread his legs wider,
taking every last drop of Hunter’s cum.

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Hunter collapsed onto Travis, forcing the wind from his own

lungs. He was exhausted and covered in sweat, unable to move.
Travis cradled him in his arms and peppered kisses along his cheek
covered in short, dark fur. Hunter inhaled deeply, filling his lungs,
tasting the sweetness of hay on the back of his tongue. He exhaled,
melting into Travis.

They lay wrapped in each other’s arms while Hunter’s pulse

returned to a normal rate, petting and wiping the juices of their
lovemaking away. Sounds of the farm floated around them as they
came out of their lust-induced fog. Cows mooed, chickens squawked,
and tractors’ engines grinded in the distance. Sounds that were
familiar. Sounds Hunter missed.

He loved living in Texas and his life with Travis, but he missed

life on the farm and his family, Andrea and Bill. Bill had been like a
father to Hunter after his father died. Without his guidance and
fatherly advice, Hunter would probably be a very different man today.
He was happy his mother was marrying Bill. They belonged together.
And he was happy Bill would be his stepfather.

He kissed Travis on his forehead before climbing from him and

then standing. He proffered a hand, helping Travis. “Turn,” he
instructed, swatting the grass clinging onto Travis’s back and buttocks
after he stood. He gazed at his lover’s muscular physique,
appreciating what he saw as his cock began to harden once again.
Travis turned and gazed down, taking notice.

“After dinner, cowboy. If we’re late, Andrea is going to kill us,

and I still have to take a quick shower. To save time, maybe we
should take one together.”

Hunter reached up and brushed at Travis’s golden-blond hair,

knocking a few strands of hay loose. “I don’t know, but it seems a
little strange to be showering with my stepbrother,” he joked. “I don’t
think we can do that anymore.”

“And getting screwed blind by my stepbrother is all right?”
“Yep.”

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“Thank God for that, because, baby,” he paused and quirked a

brow, “I never want what we just did to ever stop.”

Hunter stepped forward taking Travis into his arms. “I love you,

Travis Mitchell, and I always will.”

“I love you, too. Now let’s get dressed and get out of here,

because I think I hear someone coming.”

They slipped on their shoes and pants and pulled their T-shirts on

quickly as the grinding of a tractor’s gears halted outside of the barn.

“I wonder who that is?” Hunter mused. “Fred’s out of

commission, and Bill’s not here.”

“Maybe Bill hired some seasonal help since we’re not around this

summer.”

The rumble of the barn doors sliding open answered their

questions.

* * * *

Derek Johnson jumped from the tractor and headed for the barn.

This was the final wagonload of hay for the day. After stacking it, he
could take a shower and head into town. He’d been looking forward
to an ice-cold beer and a piece of ass all day ever since he had
received a text from a fuck buddy who was home from college. At
first, he hadn’t recognized the number on his phone, but then the most
perfect, tight, round ass covered in a platinum fuzz flashed in his
mind, and then it all came flooding back. Spring break. The bed of his
truck down by the lake. Brandon.

His dick had been hard as a steel rod all afternoon just thinking

about the college boy’s hot and hungry mouth and his willingness to
please with that same mouth.

He strode up the hill and reached down, pushing his engorged

cock into a more favorable position. He reached for the rusted handle
of the barn and heaved it open with one yank.

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Blinking into the darkness, he waited for his eyes to adjust,

hearing voices coming from inside.

“Hello,” he yelled, squinting.
“We’re in here,” a voice answered.
Derek’s breath hitched, and his pulse raced. He knew that voice,

but it had been a while since he’d heard it. He squinted.

Hunter Cross.
Word had it he was living in Texas and was happily married. But

was there such a thing as happily married? Derek thought, stomping
his feet and kicking the dust off his work boots against the wood floor
of the barn. Not in his case. Derek and Jared, his older brother, had
been passed around from distant relative to foster home and then back
again since he was three, their parents preferring the company of
drugs and alcohol rather than the company of their boys.

He wiped his brow with the back of his hand and then licked his

parched lips. “Hunter Cross, as I live and breathe. It’s been a long
time. Too long.”

Hunter pressed his shirt with his palms as Travis gazed at Derek,

then at Hunter, and back to Derek.

Hunter cocked his head in recognition and shifted his weight from

foot to foot. “Derek. You’re looking good.” His voice expressed no
discernible emotion.

Travis cleared his throat and stepped forward, proffering a hand.

“I’m Travis, Travis Mitchell. Bill’s nephew.”

Derek took his hand and then shook. “I know who you are. Nice

to meet you.” He dropped his hand and wiped it along the top of his
thigh. “You must be here for the wedding? Congratulations.”

Travis’s brow quirked. “Thanks,” he answered.
“Well, we gotta get going,” Travis said, striding toward the open

door. Hunter followed.

Derek reached out, grabbing Hunter by the wrist. A fire burned

under his fingertips as he peered in Hunter’s hazel-brown eyes. He

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swallowed. “Why don’t we catch up while you’re here? Take up
where we left off.”

Hunter slipped from his grasp and grunted his response before

walking away.

Derek chuckled, noticing Travis giving him a dirty look. If looks

could kill.

He watched as they walked, appreciating both of their strong and

muscular bodies in motion. Hunter surely had good taste. He wouldn’t
mind getting some of that, he thought, reaching down and rubbing his
cock through his jeans, imagining Travis naked. But the brass ring
was Hunter Cross. No matter how many times he’d fucked or had
been fucked, he’d always compared them to Hunter. His skills were
unforgettable.

He feasted on his ex-lover’s wide back, which narrowed to a tight

and slim waist. His snug-fitting jeans that were faded in all the right
places showcased the meaty mounds raising and falling with each step
he took. Derek stepped into the shadows and whipped out his cock.
He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed release. Now. He couldn’t
wait for Brandon, thoughts of Hunter’s naked body doing those things
he did so well sending his body into overdrive.

He slipped his pants to his knees and sat on a bale and began to

jerk his throbbing cock. He imagined Hunter kissing and touching
him like he used to, shutting his eyes, reliving that moment. He
pumped, fast and furious with both fists, working over his cock.
“Hunter,” he moaned as his sac jumped, readying for release. He
reclined, fully focusing on his self-pleasuring, his thick load shooting
up his shaft and exploding from his slit. He cried out, feeling his body
give way to the powerful orgasm as he imagined Hunter standing over
him, spilling his juices onto his mouth, neck, and chest. Hunter was
like sweet nectar he wanted to taste once again.

Derek lay regaining his breath as the last drops of pearly liquid

dripped from his thick dick. Exhausted, he felt the evening breeze
play over his torso while mustering up the energy to wipe himself

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clean and head home for a quick bite to eat and a shower before
fucking Brandon blind. He wished it would be Hunter he’d be fucking
instead.

But maybe soon.
One thing he did know was that, by the end of the weekend,

Hunter Cross would be his. And Travis Mitchell would be nothing but
a distant memory.

* * * *

“Who the hell was that?” questioned Travis, shoving his socks and

underwear from his bag into the nearest drawer, wishing he was
shoving Derek Johnson’s head into…well, anything.

“No one.”
“No one? He certainly looked like someone.”
Hunter turned and faced Travis. “I have a past, Travis. And so do

you.”

But why does your past have to look like that?
If truth be told, Travis’s past was full of men like Derek. But they

weren’t hanging around with a stiff dick, making eyes and innuendos.
And by the look in Derek’s blazing-green eyes, he wasn’t going to let
up any time soon.

Travis continued, “That guy has a chip on his shoulder, a big

fucking chip.” Stay away from him, he wanted to say, but he knew
better than to give Hunter an ultimatum, not that he needed or even
deserved one. He’d done nothing wrong. Yet.

“Yeah,” Hunter agreed. “Always did.”
Hunter was right. Travis had met Derek Johnson when they were

kids in school, vaguely remembering him dressed in ill-fitting and
dirty clothes. He had been notorious for picking fights with his
classmates, teachers, and even administration. He’d never had respect
for authority. Derek looked like he hadn’t changed much, Travis
thought, except he was much bigger and much better looking.

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“Why do you think Bill hired him?” Travis mused.
“Them.”
“What?”
“Come here,” Hunter directed, peering out the top floor’s screen

window. “If I’m not mistaken, that’s Jared, his older brother.”

Travis stepped behind Hunter, bending and placing a hand on his

shoulder, gazing at a blond hunk as equally as handsome as Derek,
walking across the yard directly under the window. “Wow,” Travis
whispered. “Those boys come from a good set of genes. He’s hot,
too.”

Hunter cocked his head and gave Travis a menacing look. “So you

think Derek’s hot, huh?”

“And you don’t? Whatever,” he said playfully, shoving him and

laughing.

“Just remember, you’re the one who said it, not me.”
“They must be good workers if Bill has taken them on, or is he

just strict with us?”

“You’re talking about Bill, right? Your uncle?” Hunter said,

behind his furrowed brows.

“Oh, yeah. What the hell was I thinking? Temporary insanity.”
Hunter stood erect and wrapped his arms around Travis, pulling

him in closely. “Don’t worry about any of the Johnson’s, especially
Derek. They won’t be a problem. And you”—he leaned in, brushing
his lips against Travis’s ear, his voice a gravely whisper—“don’t let it
become a problem, okay?” He finished the warning with a warm kiss
to his ear.

“I won’t,” Travis answered, relishing in his lover’s attention, his

fingers crossed firmly behind his back.

“Promise?”
“Promise.”

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Chapter Three

“You spent your summers here when you were a kid? How

fucking lucky,” said Dr. Chase Cameron, ignoring the mechanical
voice of the GPS of the rental car, following his partner’s detailed
directions instead.

Jaxson Mitchell looked out at the rolling, green hills of the farm

country of Northern Virginia, a cool breeze laced with honeysuckle
raced across his face from the car’s open window. It had been a while
since he’d been back. Although his parents still lived here after their
divorce, it had lost that feeling of home. Texas was now his home.
Everything he loved was there, his work, his friends, and Chase.

“God, I would’ve loved to have spent my summers on a farm,”

Chase continued. “I spent mine in some overpriced camp that my
parents paid for to get me out of their hair for six weeks. Hey!” Chase
turned, jerking the car to the right, a look of excitement in his
chocolate-brown eyes. “Does your uncle have a horse?”

“Four-wheelers. Much cheaper than horses and a lot less

temperamental.”

Chase’s face dropped in disappointment. “Boy, does that blow the

romantic childhood farm fantasy, huh? I mean, four-wheelers are kind
of cool but no replacement for a horse.”

“Tell that to Bill, not me. I don’t care much for horses after being

bucked by one and breaking my arm, and I like four-wheelers even
less.”

“Wuss,” Chase teased. “I’m going to take you for a ride and

change your opinion.” He reached over and stroked Jaxson’s thigh.
“Maybe we can find a secluded spot and…”

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Jaxson’s cock jumped to attention. Jaxson knew the perfect spot.

“You keep your eyes on the road and leave the secluded spot for later.
Besides, we are going to have a bunch of work to do this weekend.”

Chase replaced his hand onto the steering wheel. “Wedding

stuff?”

“Not only that, but farm stuff. You know, farm work isn’t about

riding around on four-wheelers all day. There are cows to feed and
milk, mountains of hay and straw to collect and distribute. Shit to be
hosed away.”

“What!” Chase jerked the car again, this time to the left. “What

are you talking about?”

“Well, of course, city boy. Who do you think hoses the barn after

the milking? We save that for the newbies to do, like you.”

Jaxson eyed Chase, his look of excitement now replaced by a look

of terror. Obviously, thoughts of hosing down a cow barn full of dung
was not on top on his list for things to do that weekend. Jaxson busted
out laughing, unable to hold it in any longer.

“Stupid,” he teased. “Do you think my family would expect a

guest at their wedding to do the chores?”

“What the hell do I know? I don’t know what you country people

do or expect me to do. I m–m–mean…” he sputtered, “I thought this
place would be full of horses, but now you’re telling me that the new
horse is a four-wheeler.”

“Be grateful. They don’t kick or leave a mess behind.”
Chase laughed. “Good point.”
“At the next stop sign, take a left, and then follow the road to the

right,” Jaxson instructed.

Chase followed his instructions as the GPS stated, “Make a U-turn

when possible.”

“Right there,” Jaxson said, pointing. “Wow, the place looks great,

and if I’m not mistaken, I think I see Travis.”

He waved toward his cousin sitting on the front porch, enjoying

the warm evening. Travis waved back. Pulling into the driveway,

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Jaxson jumped from the car before Chase came to a full stop.
“Cousin, how the hell are you?” Jaxson ran to give him a hug.

Travis stood. “So you remembered how to get here after all this

time.” He traipsed down the porch steps and embraced Jaxson. “You
look great, cuz. I’m so glad you’ve made it.”

They separated and stood, surveying each other. “Are you

kidding? Bill’s wedding. I wouldn’t miss this for the world. Andrea
must be one special woman to finally get him to propose.”

“She is,” Travis assured.
Jaxson gazed up, his mouth slightly open, at the Victorian

farmhouse, scrutinizing its perfectly painted facade. “This place
hasn’t changed a bit. It’s like it’s been in some sort of time capsule,
completely protected from the world outside.”

“Yeah, except the wallpaper in the kitchen. Andrea ripped that out

and painted and even put in new cabinets.”

“Did Bill still have that creepy wallpaper hanging with those

small flowers that made you queasy if you stared at them too long?”

“Yep. I don’t know how he ate in that room, but it’s gone now.”
“It’s about time.”
Chase strode up, joining them. “I’m Chase Cameron,” he said,

extending a hand. Travis took it.

“I know who you are. You are the man responsible for making

Jaxson finally dump that idiot, Andrew. Brother, does my family owe
you a huge thank-you. We couldn’t stand that guy,” Travis joked,
referring to his cousin’s ex.

“Technically,” Jaxson corrected, “he dumped me.”
“That only proves he was a bigger fool than we thought.”
They laughed at Travis’s good-natured chiding as they shook

hands. “Nice to meet you and welcome,” he said with a smile.

Bill’s baritone bellowed from somewhere inside the house.

“Dinner. Get your butts in here if you plan on eating.”

“Hasn’t changed a bit,” Jaxson said, shaking his head and rolling

his eyes.

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“Nope,” Travis agreed.

* * * *

“Let’s go for a stroll,” Chase suggested, sliding his hand into

Jaxson’s. “There’s a full moon, it’s a beautiful night, and I’m way too
stuffed to go to sleep.”

Jaxson inched in close and took the lead, guiding Chase toward

the lane that led to the open fields. “Andrea loves to cook, but what
she likes even more is to see people eat her cooking.”

Chase rubbed at his stomach with his free hand. “Brother, I

must’ve made her very, very happy. I haven’t eaten like that…”
Chase gazed at the star-filled night sky, searching his memory. “I
don’t think I’ve ever eaten like that before. Ever.”

Jaxson chuckled, letting go of his hand and opened the metal gate

to the lane. “Knowing you, you probably never will. Mashed potatoes
and gravy aren’t usually in your diet.”

“Not if I want to live a long life.”
Jaxson took his hand again, pulling him through the opening. He

leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. “I want you to live a long life,
so we can grow old, together.”

As they walked, Chase remembered the first time he’d met Jaxson

in the ER, working under his direction as his physician’s assistant at
Dallas Memorial Hospital. Before moving to Dallas, he’d had many
conquests, but now, Jaxson was his one and only. Forever. Jaxson
hadn’t been easy to tame, but by rule of thumb, men always wanted
what they couldn’t have, and he was certainly no exception. In the
end, he got what he wanted, and that was Jaxson Mitchell.

“Follow me,” Jaxson said, climbing a wire fence, his playful

request bringing Chase out of his thoughts.

“Where are we going?”
“Just climb the fence and trust me.”

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Chase threw his long legs easily over the wire and landed with a

thud on the other side.

Jaxson waved his hand and cocked his head, directing him to

follow. “We are in the corn field. C’mon.”

He slid between the rows of perfectly lined stalks, almost

disappearing, the moonlight unable to illuminate between the tightly
planted crop. Chase followed and stepped into the darkness, standing
beside him.

Jaxson continued. “I’ve always fantasized about doing this.” He

reached for Chase’s belt, unbuckling it. The gentle jingling of his
loosening buckle sent shockwaves throughout Chase’s brain and his
body culminating to his rapidly growing cock. He swallowed hard as
Jaxson fell to his knees while sliding Chase’s pants along his legs on
the way down. In one swift movement, Travis freed Chase’s cock
from his underwear, unleashing it and sending it slapping against his
hard-as-a-brick-wall abdomen. He grabbed it greedily and began
slurping, feeding on it. Chase arched his back and craned his neck,
closing his eyes, relishing in his lover’s tongue bath. Slurping and
sucking sounds filled the otherwise silent night, heightening Chase’s
outdoor blow job experience. He ran his hands through Jaxson’s hair,
feeling the cool strands between his fingers. “Mmm…” he moaned,
appreciatively.

Jaxson freed his lips from his rigid shaft then nuzzled his lips into

Chase’s aching nut-sac. “I’ve always wanted to do this but only came
close once with hired summer help. We heard someone coming, so we
had to scatter.” He lapped at his balls, taking them into his mouth and
rolled them with the tip of his tongue and began to hum.

Chase’s knees threatened to buckle. He held tightly to Jaxson’s

head for stability, worried he might collapse. That humming trick he
did so well always made him weak at the knees and filled his head
with nasty thoughts of what he wanted to do to his boyfriend next.

His always eager and willing boyfriend.

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“God, babe, I love it when you do that,” Chase croaked, beginning

to pump his hips slowly into his lover’s hot mouth.

Jaxson traced his lips under his shaft, applying just the right

amount of pressure to force a few glistening drops from his parting
slit. Chase sucked in air as Jaxson attacked his cock with a renewed
vigor, slamming his long, hard pole into the back of his throat, over
and over again.

Chase released his grip from Jaxson and reached for the

neighboring stalks of corn bracing himself for his mounting pleasure.
He pumped faster and harder, chasing relief. It wouldn’t be long now,
he thought, as his nut-sac jumped and tightened. Jaxson applied more
pressure, tightening his lips and continuing to hum.

That’s it.
He opened his legs wide and braced himself as his thick load

coursed up his shaft, filling Jaxson’s mouth full of his juice. His
muscles convulsed and quaked as the strong orgasm splintered his
brain and overloaded his nervous system. Jaxson continued his
servicing as he reached down to stroke out his own load, joining
Chase in ecstasy.

Chase recovered slowly, feeling the warm night breeze blow

across his exposed cock. Jaxson stood, and they kissed while helping
each other dress. They chuckled, stumbling from the field out into the
open, and climbed the fence returning to the lane.

Chase felt like a kid that had done something bad and had gotten

away with it. Life with Jaxson was like that, always fun and always
adventurous.

“Thanks for indulging in my fantasy,” Jaxson said, wrapping

Chase in his arms as they walked up the lane and back to their cabin.

“Whenever you’re up for living out your fantasies, I am always at

your disposal,” Chase stated, half jokingly.

Jaxson stopped dead in his tracks, jerking Chase to a halt. “What

the hell is that?” he whispered, startled.

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Chase looked up noticing an orange, burning ember-like light that

bobbed up and down, drawing nearer. He squinted into the darkness,
trying to figure out what it was. He heard footsteps approaching.

“Is that you Jaxson Mitchell?”
Jaxson let out a gasp as the approaching voice continued. “Bill

said you’d be here for the wedding.”

Chase waited as a tall and strapping farmhand Adonis came into

view almost taking his breath away, too.

“J–J–Jared…” Jaxson sputtered. “Jared Johnson? Is that you?”
“In the flesh.”
Damn good-looking flesh.
“I haven’t seen you since that summer…” Jaxson began.
“Since we worked together that summer and we almost got

busted,” Jared finished, a broad grin stretched across his handsome
face.

Jaxson shot a quick glance toward Chase.
Chase noticed, realizing he was the one in the cornfield so long

ago. A pang of jealousy pulled at his heart. He tightened his hold on
Jaxson, claiming him.

Jaxson wriggled his right arm free and extended his hand to Jared.

“What are you doing here?”

Jared took his hand and shook. “I work here. So does Derek, my

younger brother. You remember him, don’t you?”

“I do.”
Jared dropped his hand to his side and then took a drag from his

cigarette resting between the fingers of his other hand. “Disgusting
habit, but I only smoke one at night when I do rounds. I like to make
sure things are okay before I turn in. Are things okay?” he asked,
tossing the cigarette to the ground and stepping on it. He cocked his
head to the side and gazed at Chase.

“Everything’s okay,” Chase assured.
Chase proffered a hand. “I’m Chase Cameron, Jaxson’s partner.”

The tone of his voice sounded assertive, as if he was sending a

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warning to Jared that the aborted blow job from the past was just
that…in the past.

“Pleased to meet you,” Jared said coolly, shaking his hand before

shoving his hands in his back jeans pockets. “I noticed the gate was
left open, so I thought I would take a look and make sure nothing was
up. You know the kids around here, Jaxson, they seem to get up to a
whole bunch of no good at all hours.” He raised his eyebrows and
rocked back on his heels. “You remember those days, don’t you?”

Jaxson coughed and nodded. “Yep,” he croaked.
Cocky bastard.
Chase interjected. “We were just out taking a walk and talking,

enjoying time away from the city and time together. Alone.”

“Understood. I’ll just walk back with you and make sure the

gate’s locked for the night. It’s been a long time since Jaxson’s been
on a farm and worked a lock.”

“I’m a doctor, Jared. I think I can figure out how to lock a gate. Or

help Jaxson figure it out at least.”

Chase knew he was bordering on asshole, but he didn’t care.

Flirting with his boyfriend was one thing, but flirting with him right
under his nose was another.

“I’m not saying that you can’t, but as long as I’m working on this

farm, I’m responsible for it, too, not only Bill.”

“I’m sure my uncle would be happy to know that you take your

job so seriously.”

“He knows. That’s why he hired me,” he responded with

confidence. “Now let me walk you to the gate. It’s getting late.”

Jared fell in line choosing to walk next to Jaxson rather than

Chase. They walked in silence, listening to cricket song and the hum
of tires on the road from an occasional passing vehicle off in the
distance.

Chase noticed the rigidity of Jaxson’s body, replacing his

previously relaxed state since they had arrived on the farm. Or was he
reading too much into it, and he was the one with a stick up his ass,

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not Jaxson? He inhaled the sweet night air, thinking about the blow
job he just received, focusing on that rather than the stud in plaid and
denim walking beside his boyfriend. And Jaxson was holding his
hand, not Jared’s. Jared had lost his chance long time ago, and he
wasn’t going to get another.

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Chapter Four

Travis stretched, noticing the early morning light coming from the

bedroom window. He curled up next to Hunter, snuggling into his
broad and muscular back, his smooth skin tickling the tip of his nose.
“Are you awake?” Travis whispered and then landed a kiss on his
spine.

Hunter groaned and stretched. “Yep. How can anyone sleep with

all that hammering coming from outside? How big is this damn tent
they’re marrying in anyhow?”

“Well, Andrea invited half the county, so it better be a damn big

one.”

Hunter rolled, taking Travis into his arms and pulling him closely

into his chest. “Do you ever want to get married?”

“Is that a proposal or just a general question like ‘what are you

wearing today’ or ‘what would you like for breakfast’?”

“Just wondering, not that we can marry in Texas, but I was

wondering, that’s all.”

“It would be nice to have the choice, but I’m not saying I want to

marry.”

“I’m happy for Mom…and Bill. They have known each other and

stayed friends throughout everything. They’ve finally realized that
they belong together.”

Travis gazed at Hunter’s profile, at his straight nose and full lips.

At times he seemed so emotionless, then others, like now, he was the
most sensitive person he’d ever met. But with a mother like Andrea,
how could he not be sensitive?

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“After Mom’s cancer and her recovery, I knew he’d ask,” said

Travis, referring to Bill’s proposal. “That was the one good thing to
come out of something so tough and scary. If it weren’t for that, who
knows where they would be. Probably not together.”

Hunter leaned in and placed a kiss onto Travis’s forehead. “I love

you and will take care of you no matter what. I want you to know
that.”

“I do know that, and I love you, too.” Travis slid from Hunter’s

grasp, sitting up, the sounds of hammering and men’s voices yelling
curt directions making it impossible to doze off again, unfortunately.

He jumped from the bed and grabbed a pair of shorts resting on a

chair and then pulled them on. He followed with a T-shirt. “Let’s get
some coffee and see if we can lend a hand. Tonight’s the hoedown,
and tomorrow is the wedding, and then the following day, back on the
road.”

Hunter stood and stretched, his naked body causing Travis’s cock

to jump to attention. In one year’s time, Hunter had put on some
weight, some weight in all the right places. Hunter looked down and
swatted at his morning wood. “You want to take care of this before
we head down?” His brows quirked sexily, and his lips curled in that
devilish yet desirable way that Travis could never resist. Not that he
ever resisted too much.

“Well, we might have some time to take care of”—Travis walked

over and filled both fists with Hunter’s now fully erect cock—“this
little problem you seem to be having. You can’t very well go
downstairs with this in your pants, can you? You might scare
someone.”

Hunter chuckled. “Uhh, little problem?”
Travis stroked. “Big. A very big problem.”

* * * *

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“Good morning,” chimed the entire family as Hunter and Travis

stepped into the kitchen with sly smiles etched across their still sleepy
faces.

“Morning,” said Hunter as he made his way to the cabinet and

removed two plates and handed one to Travis. He was starving after
his morning blow job. He watched as Andrea filled his plate with
scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, pancakes, and grits. He leaned in and
kissed his mother’s cheek. “Thanks, Mom, you spoil me.”

She giggled. “That’s what a mother’s job is, sweetheart. Now go

sit down and eat before it gets cold, because we have a busy day
planned, and you are included in that busy day.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
He sat listening to Bill, Travis, and Jaxson recount their memories

of each other on the farm, feeling a little envious, Hunter having no
close family except his mother. Each had very different points of view
for the same story. Jaxson, being the oldest cousin, seemed to be
getting little “Trav” out of every bad situation possible. Now this,
Hunter could believe.

“Do you remember when you took Bill’s BB gun and shot

yourself?” Jaxson said, laughing, almost choking on his bacon and
causing the others to hoot with laughter...except Travis.

“Not this again,” he said, blushing. “I will never live that down,

will I?”

Bill assured, “No.”
Andrea placed a hand on his broad shoulder. “This is what

happens when there are too many men around. They have to start
singling one out to pick on. Later this afternoon, I will tell you a few
stories your father shared with me about all the no-good antics Bill
got up to when he was a kid,” she promised. “They pale in
comparison to your unfortunate injury.”

Bill’s faced dropped as the laughter grew louder.
“Excuse me, folks,” Fred interrupted, stepping into the kitchen.

“Sorry to barge in on you all, but some of the cows have gotten loose,

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and I was wondering of some of you young folk would be kind
enough to oblige an old man and round them up?”

Chase’s eyes opened wide with excitement. “Can we use the four-

wheelers?”

“Nope,” answered Fred. “Annabelle hates those things. She’ll just

keep running and take her posse with her.”

Travis groaned. “Annabelle. That old bag of bones is still alive? I

thought I told you to take her to the slaughterhouse. That would solve
your problem of always having to chase her down.”

Andrea swatted the back of his head. “Be nice.”
Hunter stood from the table. “Travis and I will get her. Let me

guess, she’s heading for the river?”

“That’s where she always seems to go,” Fred said knowingly,

taking Hunter’s place at the table. “You boys run along, and I’ll be
right here when you get back.”

* * * *

Travis mumbled under his breath as he pushed away from the

table and followed Hunter, already in the yard and on his way to the
river. They knew the way well since they had spent enough time
fetching Annabelle last summer. Travis mopped his brow with the
sleeve of his T-shirt, dreaming about his breakfast he had left behind
for Fred to eat.

Hunter pointed. “There’s one of the culprits now,” he said,

indicating toward a cow grazing in a field that was off-limits to
animals with insatiable appetites. “We’ll get him when we pass back
through.”

Travis agreed by not saying a word and continued to follow. Plus,

the view of his boyfriend’s meaty ass cheeks in his snug-fitting cargo
shorts was enough to keep him entertained. Hunter pushed ahead,
heading for a row of trees about fifty feet away.

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Shade, thought Travis. It was still early, but the sun was already

hot, burning the back of his neck. At least Annabelle had the decency
to escape to a shady and cool place on the farm. He couldn’t blame
her for running away to the river. It was his favorite spot on the farm,
too. Travis quickened his pace, hurrying to catch up with Hunter.

He could hear the rush of the river as they walked into the woods,

the temperature dropping at least ten degrees. Just as he had
suspected, in the middle of the river stood Annabelle and her posse,
drinking and enjoying a bath. Travis swore he saw a smile across her
bovine lips. Could cows smile?

Hunter slowed and chuckled. “Look at her. She is doing just fine.

And she has the right idea.” He stripped off his T-shirt and stepped
out of his sneakers in record time. He turned to Travis, his lips curled
into a playful smirk causing his cheeks to dimple…and causing
Travis’s cock to become hard. “What do you say?” Hunter didn’t wait
for a response. He unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts exposing his
perfect ass covered in a downy blanket of dark fuzz. He left the shorts
where they fell and ran for the river.

Travis yanked off his shirt, shorts, and shoes and sprinted for the

river, the weight of his hard-on bouncing between his legs. He hit the
water and splashed, crashing into Hunter. They wrestled, their shouts
and laughter echoed from the surrounding trees. The cows lifted their
heads and watched on as if to say, “There goes the neighborhood.”

This was the place where they first kissed, the first time Travis

had tasted Hunter’s lips, and the first time he admitted he wanted him.
He needed to taste him once again. Desperately.

Travis smashed his mouth into Hunter’s, feeling the warmth of his

soft, full lips against his. Hunter kissed back, forcing his tongue
between his lips. Travis groped at his lover’s back, feeling his hard
muscles ripple under his touch as he pulled him in closer. Their
tongues rolled warm and wet as Travis felt Hunter grope for his hard
cock. Hunter’s touch sent shockwaves over his body as he felt

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Hunter’s callused palms slide along his rigid shaft. Whispering into
Travis’s ear, Hunter said, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Travis returned.
Travis grabbed at his lover’s globes and pulled them apart,

searching for his bud and then pushed the tip of his index finger in. “I
never want to lose you.”

Hunter paused, gazing into Travis’s eyes. “You’ll never lose me.

Promise.”

Travis kissed him with a renewed vigor.
He knew he was being childish and jealous, two things he knew

he was capable of. But since he found out that Hunter and Derek had
been lovers, he couldn’t force the images of his boyfriend and that
Grade-A All American Beef screwing each other from out of his
head. He also knew that Hunter loved him, but Derek was one hell of
a temptation. That muscled and beefy body, all tanned and lustful,
would tempt even the most committed of relationships. That he was
sure of.

“Let’s get out from all this water and find a dry place under a

tree,” Hunter suggested.

Travis was the first out of the water, retrieving his clothes. They

found a spot under a tree that allowed some dappled sunlight to shine
through, permitting their bodies to dry. They reclined, and Hunter
rolled onto his stomach. “I need you to fuck me. Will you do that?”

Travis’s breath stuck in his throat, Hunter’s request surprising

him. He was usually the bottom in the relationship, but once in a
while, Hunter enjoyed receiving, too. Travis was more than willing to
oblige. He climbed onto Hunter and kneeled between his legs, forcing
them apart. He spread his mounds, exposing his tight, pink bud. He
leaned in and chewed and licked as it pulsed under his kiss. He
pushed in his finger, feeling his hole tighten around it and engulf it.
He pushed in another, slowly. Hunter moaned and squirmed with
pleasure at what Travis was doing to him. He slid in another and
stretched, forcing his bud to open and prepare for his cock.

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He played for what felt like an eternity, watching with fascination

at the puckered, tender flesh pulse and throb for him only. He
couldn’t take it anymore. Travis was desperate to feel his cock slide
inside Hunter’s velvety, silken tunnel. Travis spat in his palm and
then stroked his cock, lubricating himself. He then spat again and
delivered the warm saliva to Hunter’s bud.

He angled over Hunter, positioning his cock between his mounds.

Finding his target, he pushed in, feeling Hunter’s bud resisting him.
He waited, and then pushed in again. This time Hunter’s warm flesh
encircled the head of his cock. Hunter reached behind and pulled his
mounds apart, allowing Travis to inch in more freely. He arched his
spine and moaned over the rush of the river as Travis slid his entire
length deep inside. Travis began to pump his hips slowly as his cock
explored his lover. He leaned in and peppered kisses on the back of
Hunter’s neck as he pumped his hips, quickening his pace. With each
new thrust, he pushed deeper and harder, causing his lover to squirm
and moan beneath him, wanting more. Travis found his rhythm and
squeezed his eyes shut, focusing on the pleasure his cock was
experiencing.

Moans of pleasure escaped his lips, intermingling with those of

his lover’s. He pumped hard, licking and biting Hunter’s soft flesh on
the side of his neck, tasting him, wanting to bruise him and mark him
so the world would know Hunter was his and his only. He secretly
loved seeing love bites on Hunter’s neck when they were done
making love, made in a fit of passion. It always gave him a thrill that
he was the one that caused the small, purplish marks to appear on his
lover’s tanned, smooth skin. He sucked and bucked a little harder.

Hunter lifted his buttocks, meeting his powerful downward

thrusts. “You feel so good,” he moaned. “Give it to me good.”

Travis did what he was told.
He quickened his pace, losing his rhythm, desperate to fill his

lover full of his cum. He bucked and buried his cock in deep just to
retrieve it fully and slam into Hunter again. His arms and shoulders

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pulsed and twitched, weakened by supporting his own weight. He had
to shoot his load and soon, his body aching for release and his
muscles spent and exhausted.

A deep moan escaped from his gut and rocketed through his chest.

His sac tightened as his moan escaped his throat and then filled his
ears. His brain seized as his cum coursed up his shaft. He pumped a
few times—short and quick—before his body caught up with his
brain, his body paralyzed. Hunter bucked under him, furthering his
pleasures, the expert and unselfish lover that he was.

Tears and drops of water, mixed with perspiration, slid down

Travis’s face as the last injections of his juices flooded from his cock
and pumped into Hunter’s greedy hole. Hunter reached over and
stroked his cock, needing to fulfill his own lust as his quick breaths
mirrored his fast and desperate strokes. It didn’t take long before he
shot his load while Travis’s hard cock was still buried inside him.

They lay in silence holding each other, exhausted, listening to the

rush of the water and the birds singing in the trees around them.
Travis held on to Hunter a little tighter, pulling him into his chest and
smelling the manly scent floating from his skin. He praised God that
he had found Hunter just when he needed him most. He pressed his
lips to his ear, brushing the delicate curves of his ear with his lips and
whispered, “I love you.”

The familiar ping of Hunter’s phone indicating an incoming text

sounded from his shorts, discarded in a moment of lust. “Ugh,” he
moaned, shifting from under Travis and untangling his limbs. “They
must be looking for us.”

“And Annabelle,” Travis added.
Hunter reached for his shorts and found his phone, reading the

text. Travis noticed a change in his face. A subtle change no one
would ever recognize, but Travis knew that face all too well.

Every handsome curve. Every soft hollow.
“Is everything okay?”

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“Yes,” Hunter answered without lifting his gaze and keeping his

eye on the phone. “We need to get going.”

* * * *

Hunter squinted at his phone then lifted his gaze and searched the

area around them and then reread the message, as if the text was a
figment of his imagination.

I C U. I need U.
He cleared the screen and shoved it back into his pocket and

dressed quickly. After retrieving the cows, they headed home, Hunter
wondering if Derek had followed them to the river or if he was sent to
chase the cows, too. It didn’t matter. The end result was still the same.
Derek had seen Travis making love to him. He wasn’t all that creeped
out by it, but he knew if Travis found out, there would be hell to
pay…in the form of Derek’s broken bones.

Why was he bothering him, stalking them? It was long ago, and

Hunter had put their short-lived relationship behind him without a
second thought. Derek had been a fuck, a good fuck nonetheless, but
nothing more. Unfortunately, Derek seemed to think differently.

It had taken some time to convince Derek that they were over. A

left hook to the chin followed by a right hook to the gut hadn’t hurt
either…at least not Hunter. Derek was tough, but Hunter was even
tougher.

He regretted ending it with his fists, but he had no choice. He’d

exhausted every other way he knew how. And in the end, Derek had
only listened to his fists.

Hunter didn’t want to resort to beating him again, but if he had to,

he would.

Derek was threatening his life with Travis, and Travis was worth

fighting for. Tonight at the hoedown, he’d have to convince Derek to
leave them alone. The past was the past, and his future was in Texas
with Travis, not with Derek. It was never with him. And tonight, he
would make sure he understood no matter what it took.

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Chapter Five

“Where the hell have you been?” Jared scolded an approaching

Derek.

“Working.”
“Wrong. I’ve been working, and you’ve been fucking around.”
Derek shot daggers at his brother. “Well, I’m here now. What do

you want?”

“What do I want?” Jared closed the distance between them and

pointed a finger at Derek’s face. “I want you to stay away from Travis
Mitchell and to stop sniffing around Hunter Cross. Don’t start any
trouble, you hear me?”

Derek glared at his brother. “I can say the same thing about you?”
“What the hell are you talking about?” he shot back.
“I know about you and Jaxson.”
“Whatever you think you know, you don’t. And there has never

been anything between us, unlike you and Hunter.”

“Stay out of it,” Derek threatened. “You are always poking your

nose where it isn’t wanted.”

“You were obsessed with that man, but he wanted nothing to do

with you after he had his fill of you. He moved on, Derek, and I
suggest you do the same.”

Derek pushed his face into Jared’s and blew out air. “That’s not

the way it went down, and you fucking know it.”

“It’s all in the past,” Jared huffed back. “Besides I don’t care how

it ‘went’ down. What I do care about is this job. The only job we got
after asking every farm in the county for work. Bill Mitchell was the
only one to give us the time of day. He gave us a job, a roof over our

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heads, and a chance at a new life. No one else gave a shit about us but
Bill, so I warn you, you’d better not mess this up, or we’ll have
nowhere else to go. You got that, little brother?”

Derek took a step back and mopped the perspiration from his

forehead with the back of his hand. “Loud and clear, big brother,” he
returned, his voice laced with animosity. He turned to walk away
from Jared and the conversation, but he paused to deliver one final
verbal blow. He turned to face his brother.

“You were always a suck-up, letting people’s money and social

position cloud your judgment. We are not like these people, and we
never will be because they will always remind us that they’re better
than us. Always,” he said through gritted teeth, clenching his fists to
his side. “You have never understood that, and you still don’t.”

“It’s not called sucking up but respect, something you’ve never

understood. The Mitchells are a good family, and Bill is a damn good
man, but you are too hardheaded to get that through your thick skull.
He was good to our parents when they were around, and he’s good to
us.”

“Our parents? When was that?”
“He gave them jobs one of the many times they were on the

wagon, but you don’t remember that, do you? You only remember
what people have done to us, not what they did for us. Bill has been
the one person that has helped us, then and now, so if you need your
cock sucked, look for someone else to do it, not Hunter Cross.”

Tears of anger brimmed in Jared’s eyes, and he could feel a vein

pulse in the middle off his forehead. What he wanted to do was punch
his brother square in the nose, but he knew that would only make it
worse. How could he convince Derek that he was rocking the boat
and placing them in jeopardy? He was tired of drifting. He’d always
looked back fondly on his time on the farm when he was a child, one
of the few good childhood memories he had. And now that he was
back, he didn’t want to leave.

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Jared brushed through his hair with his hand and looked up at the

cloudless, blue sky, attempting to clear his head. He returned his gaze,
looking into his brother’s blazing-green eyes. “Please, Derek, please
don’t mess this up. This place is the closest place we can call home,
so let’s keep it that way. If you keep up what you’re doing, it’ll end in
trouble, for the both of us.”

Derek shifted his weight from foot to foot and dropped his

shoulders. “Look, Jared, you’re blowing this out of proportion. I’m
just having a little fun. Flirting. Nothing else. Okay?”

Jared wished he could believe him. He nodded. “Flirt with

someone else, and get back to work.

At that moment, Jaxson jogged up from behind Derek. “Can you

two give me a hand? I have a mountain of tables to unfold and to set
up for the hoedown tonight, and everyone seems to be busy.”

Derek poked at thumb at his brother. “He’ll lend you a hand. I got

real work to do,” he barked before walking toward the dairy.

“Surely,” Jared nodded and smiled at Jaxson and then looked at

Derek’s retreating back. Asshole.

* * * *

Travis scrolled through the messages and found the one he was

searching for.

I C U. I need U.
“Fucking bastard,” he whispered under his breath. “I’ll kill him.”
“What was that?” Hunter yelled from behind the closed bathroom

door.

“Nothing.”
“I’ll be out in a minute, and then the shower’s all yours.”
“Okay, but I need to do something first.” Travis texted back a

response.

Where r u?
He waited for only a second.

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Calf shed.
Hunter opened the door and poked his head through, the lower

half of his face covered in a blanket of white shaving foam. “Hey,
don’t be too long. Your parents are coming early to hang out, and I’d
prefer you to be there. I like them, but I’m not so sure your dad likes
me. He’s kind of intimidating.”

Travis chuckled. “Oh, that explains it. I was wondering why you

were shaving. Trying to make a good impression, huh? You usually
wait until you have a good week’s worth of scruff before you shave.”

Hunter disappeared. “Just don’t be late, please.”
“I won’t.”
He replaced Hunter’s phone on the nightstand and headed for the

calf house. He stopped short, having one last thing to do before
meeting Derek. “Hunter,” he called.

“Yeah.”
“Dad intimidates everyone, including me,” he said jokingly. “But

he does like you,” he finished before racing down the stairs and out of
the house.

He didn’t know what he would say when he came face-to-face

with Derek, but he would find out soon. He slowed to a jog when he
reached the open door of the shed and then stopped and took a deep
breath, attempting to control his anger. He stepped inside and blinked,
waiting for his eyes to adjust.

“Travis.” He heard Derek before he could see him. “What do you

want?”

Derek didn’t bother with niceties.
Before he knew what he was doing, Travis lunged at Derek,

taking him by his shirt collar. So much for controlling his anger. “For
starters, you can stay the fuck away from Hunter.”

Derek delivered a blow to Travis’s chest, knocking him into the

boarded slats of a pen. Calves scampered and began to cry. He pulled
himself up with the help of a wood post. “I saw the text, Derek.”

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“So what? I came across you two banging away by the river and

stopped to watch. You put on such a good show, and I thought I
wouldn’t mind getting in on some of the action and wondered if
Hunter was up for some…again.” His left brow arched, and his mouth
kicked up into a smirk. “I almost forgot how good he looked naked.
Almost.”

Travis charged. They landed on the dirt floor and rolled. Travis

straddled him between his clenched thighs and took his aim. He
pulled back and punched. Travis’s right fist seared with pain as it met
Derek’s jaw, but he was sure Derek’s jaw hurt more than his fist.

Derek wrestled and slid out an arm and punched, crossing Travis

with a powerful left hook. His body went limp, seeing stars. Derek
made his move. He forced Travis onto his back, pinning him. Travis
fought back, but Derek’s hulk and weight were too much for him.
Travis spat with rage, hitting Derek in the middle of the forehead.
“Hunter’s mine. He didn’t want you, remember? If he did, that
would’ve been you fucking him this morning. But it wasn’t, was it?”

Derek roared and pulled back as Travis closed his eyes and waited

for contact. Instead, he felt a huge weight lifted from his chest.

“What the fuck are you doing?”
Travis opened his eyes and saw Jared wrestling his brother.
Derek attempted to squirm free of his grasp.
“Get the fuck off me!” he yelled, still struggling against his

brother’s viselike grip.

“Have you lost your mind?” Jared yelled. “Calm your stubborn

ass down.”

Seeing his chance, Travis stood and brushed the dirt from his

clothes. “I don’t have any issues with you, Jared, but tell him to stay
away from Hunter.”

“He will, you can make damn sure of it.”
Derek pushed himself free from Jared’s grasp. “Both of you can

just go to hell,” he scoffed before storming past Travis and out of the
shed.

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Jared straightened his spine, pulling at the bottom of his T-shirt.

“Look, I’m sorry about that, but I beg you not to say anything to Bill
about this. I need…” he paused and cleared his throat. “We need this
job. My brother gets confused sometimes, and he doesn’t know when
to stop.”

Travis accepted Jared’s explanation, for now. “Just make sure he

leaves us alone. This weekend is a happy occasion, and I want to
remember it that way. I don’t want to make trouble for you, Jared,
but…”

“No trouble, and I’m sorry, okay?”
“Okay.” Travis nodded, starting to walk out but stopped short and

turned to face Jared. “And I won’t tell Bill if you won’t mention this
to Hunter. We got a deal?”

This time, Jared nodded. “Deal.”

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Chapter Six

“How well do you know that guy?” Chase asked over the banging

of hammers and the slamming of boards.

Jaxson knew it was just a matter of time before Chase would get

around to asking that question. Surprisingly, Jaxson couldn’t believe
it took him that long. He folded a napkin, thinking of a response.

“If you’re referring to Jared Johnson, I’ve known him on and off

since I was in elementary school. His parents were seasonal farm
help, always working the local farms, depending if they were sober or
not. They were never sober for too long, so Jared and Derek would
come and go. One day they would be in class, and the next…”

“Shame,” Chase mused. “But they seem to be doing okay?”
“Andrea told me that Derek was more the handful, and Jared had

problems with drugs and alcohol early on but is clean today.”

“He certainly looks healthy.”
“That he does,” Jaxson agreed.
“Don’t look too closely,” Chase warned, his jealous streak

apparent by the tone in his voice.

“I am only looking through the eyes of a medical professional,

nothing more,” Jaxson joked.

“Yeah, well, me, too, and the man looks damn good, so keep your

eyes looking in my direction this weekend and not at him.”

Jaxson knew Chase was only joking, but there was a little part of

him that wasn’t so sure.

“Don’t worry, babe, I only have eyes for you, always and

forever.” Jaxson blew him a kiss and topped it with a wink for good
measure.

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After breakfast, Jaxson had taken Chase on a quick tour of the

farm on the four-wheeler, allowing him to drive as he straddled Chase
from behind, Jaxson enjoying every second of the ride. Being that
close to Chase always got his heart racing and pulse jumping,
thoughts of his boyfriend’s naked and sweating body with that look in
his eye infiltrating his every thought. He wanted to take him to a
secluded spot and show him what farm boys do best, but there was so
much to do with the celebratory hoedown in Bill and Andrea’s honor
that night and the wedding the next day, he would have to quell his
lustful thoughts for Chase for another time, unfortunately.

When the tour was done, they worked in transforming the old and

empty barn, usually reserved for farm equipment in need of repair,
into the Grand Ole Opry. That night, every invited guest and party
crasher would walk into a hoedown, heaven if it killed him, not that
he had ever been to a hoedown before, but thanks to Google, the
decorating ideas were endless.

Jaxson searched the room in disbelief. In a short period of time,

the dusty space was shaping up into a place where Dolly, Wynona,
and even the Dixie Chicks would be proud to play in. But the invited
guests would have to settle for Junior and Jacob Hightower, twin
brothers that sang slightly off-key but were forgiven because of their
superb banjo playing skills.

Jaxson gazed at his watch. 5:10.
They had just enough time to shave, shower, dress, and make it

back to the barn in order to meet the caterers. Fred had commissioned
an ice sculpture of Annabelle, the unofficial mascot of Sycamore Hill
Farm, for Bill and Andrea’s wedding gift, and Jaxson was in charge
of making sure it had arrived safe and sound. He laughed at himself,
thinking of Fred’s twisted sense of humor.

As if reading his mind, Chase pointed at his watch. “Let’s get

going. We can finish up with the last minute details later. I have
something to show you.”

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Jaxson looked at Chase quizzically. “What do you have to show

me?” Surprises not being on the top of his list of favorite things in
life, Jaxson thought he would do his best to extract any information he
could from Chase.

“Don’t worry, you’ll like it. Promise,” he assured.
By the devilish glimmer in Chase’s chocolate-brown eyes, he

knew that he would. Jaxson dropped the napkins he’d been folding
onto the table and followed Chase to their cabin. The napkins can
wait, but I can’t.

It was only a short walk to the cabin, but it proved difficult due to

his hard-as-a-rock cock tripping him up. Whatever the surprise,
Jaxson was up for it. Since delivering last night’s blow job in the
cornfield, he hadn’t been able to blow his load. Meeting Jared in the
lane killed any possibility for screwing the night away due to Chase’s
pouting, and any chance of morning sex had been ruined by a knock
on the door by Bill asking if Chase or Jaxson could take a look at a
worker’s thumb that had been smashed between two pieces of wood
while erecting the wedding tent. Working in the medical field, you
were always on call, no matter where you were, day or night.

Chase had entered the cabin and had already stripped free from his

T-shirt, Nikes, and shorts before Jaxson had entered and closed the
door behind him. He turned to be greeted by a sweaty boyfriend with
a beautifully curved cock arching in his direction. Jaxson stripped,
too, and waited for his surprise.

Chase dug in his duffel bag and pulled out a gleaming, silver,

bullet-shaped vibrator that looked roughly eight inches long, only
slightly smaller than Chase by an inch or so. Jaxson’s experience with
toys was almost nonexistent, but maybe he didn’t have the right
teacher to show him the ropes.

“Is that for me or for you?” he asked, his voice trembling with

excitement.

“For both of us, but I thought I would christen it with your sweet

ass.”

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Jaxson’s cock grew harder. “I don’t know if I can take it.”
“If you can take this”—he gazed down at his dick—“you can take

this.” He wiggled the apparatus as he wiggled his eyebrows. “But I
promise to be gentle…at first.”

Jaxson strode to the bed and crawled onto all fours, exposing his

pink bud for Chase’s pleasure. Chase set the vibrator onto the bed and
reached for Jaxson’s round and muscular mounds, parting them. He
reached with his index finger and encircled Jaxson’s bud, pushing
gently. “This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I love the
pleasure your ass brings me and how you can take it,” he said,
referring to his cock’s generous size. “Many other guys are all talk,
but not you. You have always taken it and then begged for more.”

Jaxson’s cock started to drip listening to his lover’s deep and

soothing baritone while Chase fingered his hole. He backed onto
Chase’s fingers, wanting to feel them push into him even more. Chase
slid in a thumb. Jaxson moaned.

Chase wasted no time tasting him. He lapped at his bud with his

tongue, over and over, sending shockwaves coursing up Jaxson’s
spine. Jaxson arched his back and opened his ass cheeks wider,
pushing into Chase’s hungry mouth. “That feels so good,” he moaned
into the silence of the room. His brain floated as his lover showed him
the attention he had been craving. Slurps coming from Chase and his
beating heart filled his ears. “Fuck me with your toy,” he said, his
request to get fucked using the vibrator taking Jaxson by surprise

Chase reached for the metallic tool and stuck it in his mouth

making it warm and slick. He spat on the tip for extra lubrication. He
placed it on the edge of Jaxson’s bud and pushed in slowly as his hole
surrounded it and adapted to its circumference. Jaxson’s breath stuck
in his throat as Chase’s promise of taking it gently turned out to be a
lie. He braced and cried out as Chase pushed the toy deep inside him,
a devilish chuckle escaping his lover’s lips.

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The sweet torture filled every cell, threatening to prove too much.

“Bastard,” Jaxson sighed, secretly enjoying every second. Just wait
till it’s your turn.

His body relaxed as Chase rode the tool in and then out while he

reached through Jaxson’s legs and milked his engorged and spitting
cock. Up and down and over and over came Chase’s expert and
timely skill, driving him almost past the point of madness. He
dropped his head onto the mattress and closed his eyes focusing all
his energy on what his lover was doing to him.

“You like it, babe, don’t you?”
Jaxson moaned in appreciation.
Chase continued playing with him before commanding, “Turn

over.” Jaxson did what he was told as Chase stood at the end of the
bed and grabbed at Jaxson’s legs, forcing him closer. He angled over
him and then slid his oozing cock into his already stretched hole.
There was a split second of pain before Chase’s generous endowment
filled him completely. Chase began to pound into him, the use of his
newfound toy causing Chase to be hornier than Jaxson could ever
remember.

Jaxson gazed into his lover’s eyes, on fire with lust as he bucked

on top of him. He pinched at Chase’s left nipple, his most sensitive, as
he stroked his own cock, looking for relief. Sounds of wetness and
groans and the tired springs of the mattress bounced off the walls
around them. Faster and harder, Chase delivered his cock just the way
Jaxson liked it. Fast and rough.

A flash splintered his brain as Jaxson beat his cock faster. He

arched his back and craned his neck as his balls tightened and
released its pearly liquid. Ecstasy coursed up his shaft and flooded his
consciousness as his juices shot onto chest and abdomen. The thud of
his heart was all he could hear until Chase cried out.

He seized over him as Jaxson watched his face contort above. His

was the most beautiful face he’d ever seen. His thick, ruby lips
surrounded by a dark permanent scruff and those liquid-blue eyes

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always took his breath away. Jaxson remembered the first time he saw
Chase enter the ER his first day on the job. He was tall, tanned, and
full of attitude. He went instantly hard, a condition that still seemed to
persist whenever Chase was around.

Chase collapsed onto Jaxson, almost knocking the wind from his

lungs, satisfied but weakened by his dynamic performance. Jaxson
cradled him in his arms, feeling his racing pulse slowly return to
normal as cum, saliva, and sweat slid between them. Jaxson kissed at
his damp hair and waited for his lover to regain his strength.

Chase lifted his head and gazed into Jaxson’s eyes. “Ready for

that shower?”

“Yeah, I think we need one.”
“Shower together?”
“Yep, all three off us. You, me, and our new toy,” Jaxson said, a

slow grin pulling at the corners of his lips. “It’s your turn now.”

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Chapter Seven

Derek took a drag from his cigarette as he watched what looked

like more than half the town crowd into the hoedown honoring Bill
and Andrea’s upcoming nuptials. The party had only started a half
hour ago, but judging from the hoots and hollers and the plucking of
banjos accompanied by the melodic shriek of the fiddle, it was well
on its way.

Thoughts of what Jared had said that afternoon floated in his head.

At the time, the words stung like a hornet, but his brother had been
right, Bill and Andrea were good people. They had gone out on a limb
when they agreed to take the brothers on when all the other farmers in
the county said that they were “plain crazy.” Bill and Andrea did it
anyway, a brave step for such a small and tightly knit community.

But why?
The Mitchells owed them nothing, and the thought of someone

believing in them, but mostly in him, just didn’t make any sense. Why
would Bill take the risk when there were so many other men wanting
and needing and asking for employment? It’s not like the Johnson
brothers were known for their hard work and clean living. More like
raising hell and getting thrown into juvenile court. But that was some
time ago. It had been a while since either had been arrested and
thrown in jail, a place Derek never wanted to return to.

But in spite of everything, he still despised Bill Mitchell. No one

could be that good of a man. Plus, he hated living up to anyone’s
expectations. Jared might not have a problem proving himself, but he
certainly did. He’d never been good at it. It would turn out to be a

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disaster. It always had in the past, so why should it be any different
now?

He threw the cigarette on the ground and pulled the package of

Marlboros and a lighter from his back jeans pocket and then lit
another. He inhaled deeply, feeling his lungs fill with the rush of
nicotine, holding it for only a split second before blowing it out. He
knew he should quit, but it was better than doing the wide assortment
of drugs he used to. These days, he only touched alcohol on very rare
occasions, and tonight he decided it would be one of those occasions.
The taste of a cold beer would hopefully wash away the bitterness and
angst he’d been feeling since laying eyes on Hunter again.

Hunter had fucked him over, figuratively and literally. He was the

first man he’d ever begun to love, even more than his father. His
father had always had been a disappointment, but Hunter had the
possibility of being the man that would give him the hope to be a
better person, giving him the courage to become someone other than
Derek Johnson, the son of alcoholic migrant workers. Hunter Cross
had turned out to be just like all the other men in his life, including his
father, a bastard that wanted nothing more than to use him up and
throw him away.

He promised himself that he would get back at Hunter somehow.

Hunter had refused his love and stolen any possibility of him ever
trusting any man ever again, not that that was hard. He’d never
wanted to leave himself that exposed and vulnerable and desperate, no
matter how handsome and hung the man making the advances was.

Now, he had his chance to make him pay, but it was too bad that

Travis had to get hurt in the process. He had liked Travis when they
were kids, but he had no choice, and besides, weren’t there always
casualties in relationships? Someone had to be unhappy so another
could be. If he broke his promise to himself, how could he move on
from this emotional hell he had been living in since Hunter had
fucked him for the last time—his spilled load still slick and warm

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between his mounds—when he announced he was through with him
and then walked out, never to see him again…until now.

Tonight, he would find the perfect opportunity and finally get his

revenge. His cock stirred, the beginnings of an erection, thoughts of
Hunter bent over a bale with his round and meaty ass in the air as he
plowed his cock full of lust and rage deep inside Hunter. He wouldn’t
stop until Hunter begged for mercy and only then, he would consider
stopping only after filling his hot and hungry hole full with his load.

Hunter had been the only man that had ever taken his cock fully,

Derek’s cock being too big for most men. They would beg for him to
stop when he was only half way in. A huge cock was a blessing and a
curse, gorgeous to look at and to play with but the majority were
unable to withstand what he desired most. Hunter took it and then
some. But, in the end, it had not been enough for him to stay around.

But that’s about to change.
Derek wanted to get back at him more than anything, but he also

wanted to get him back.

“Tonight,” he whispered. Tonight.

* * * *

“Are you going to tell me how you got that scratch on your cheek?

And the one on your forearm?” Hunter questioned, suspiciously.
“You didn’t do anything stupid, did you?”

Stupid was open to interpretation, Travis figured.
“I told you I fell.”
“I know what you told me, but for some reason, I’m not so sure I

believe you.”

“You don’t have to believe me, but I did fall.” Only after trying to

strangle your ex fuck buddy. What Hunter didn’t know wouldn’t hurt
him.

Hunter shot him a sideways glance as they stepped into the

transformed barn. It was a team effort, but Travis was proud that the

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previously derelict barn was now alive with the twang of bluegrass
music, quick-stepping dancers, and bars manned by attractive
bartenders stationed at every corner of the cavernous barn. In twelve
short hours, the space was now unrecognizable from that morning,
thanks to their combined efforts.

Chase and Jaxson walked in, joining them. “We did one hell of a

job on this place, don’t you think?” Chase said, his face spread in an
exuberant smile.

“They seem to think so,” added Jaxson, nodding toward a swirling

and laughing Bill and Andrea decked out in blue jeans and matching
red plaid shirts, festively dressed for the occasion. “They look like
they’re having the time of their lives.”

Hunter smiled toward the happy couple. “They deserve to be,” he

said, matter-of-fact.

Travis reached and placed his hand on Hunter’s shoulder, the

warmth of his skin permeating through the cotton of his denim shirt.
“C’mon. Let’s hunt down a few beers and join in on the fun.”

Chase coughed. “I’m up for the beers, but I don’t know about the

dancing. I’ve never been to a hoedown before.”

Travis laughed. “And you think we have? This is my first.”
“Yep. Same,” Hunter and Jaxson chimed in agreement.
“I guess the only rule for tonight is to have a good time, no matter

how badly you dance,” added Travis, leading them toward the closest
bar.

His face dropped, recognizing Derek leaning at the end of the bar

with a bottle in his hand, decked in the tightest Western-cut shirt and
jeans he’d had the pleasure seeing on a man.

Damn.
Derek gazed in their direction but didn’t move a muscle. His

steely stare was a little unsettling. Travis returned the stare, adding a
sneer, and ordered from the woman behind the bar. “Four Miller
Lites. Bottle.”

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“Hunter,” Derek acknowledged, his deep voice lifted over the wail

of the fiddles.

Hunter reached for his beer and then saluted with his bottle before

taking a long pull.

The thought of punching Derek right in the nuts was

overwhelming but ruining Bill and Andrea’s night wasn’t. Travis
lifted his beer to his lips and attempted to extinguish the fire burning
in his belly.

“That guy has bad news written all over him,” Jaxson said, gazing

at the end of the bar.

“He always did,” Travis agreed. “He was always the first to stir up

trouble in school.”

Chase reached for his beer, taking it into his hand. “Looks like he

still likes to stir up trouble, judging by the bruise on his jaw.”

Hunter shot Travis a quick look, taking another pull from his

bottle. Travis gazed in the direction of the dance floor…and away
from Hunter. Hunter leaned over and whispered in his ear, “Fell,
huh?”

Travis coughed into his bottle.
Jaxson eyed his cousin, sensing tension. “I think it’s time to start

having a good time. Let’s dance.”

Travis winked at his cousin and mouthed, “Thanks.”

* * * *

Hunter knew it wasn’t usually Travis’s style to start a fistfight, but

it was his experience that Derek could definitely push a few buttons
and drive someone to do something they normally wouldn’t do. And
judging by Travis’s grazed cheek and Derek’s bruised jaw, Travis
wasn’t telling the entire story about where he went or what happened
when he was dressing for the hoedown. If he waited long enough, the
truth would eventually reveal itself. It usually did.

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Derek wasn’t a bad guy. And his life had been less than perfect.

With parents that came and went and no home or consistent family
life other than Jared, he could’ve turned out much worse. Thank God
his mother raised him the way she did, Hunter thought, not that he
always had made it easy on Andrea, especially during the teen years.
If it wasn’t for her strength and love and patience for her son, where
would he be today?

He couldn’t be too hard on Derek. He could’ve easily been him.
But that wasn’t an excuse for taunting Travis and thumbing his

nose at the Mitchells. They had always treated the Johnsons with
respect when no one else did. It was only until Homer, Derek and
Jared’s father, had drunk himself past the point of delirium and
smashed the one and only combine on the farm into a row of trees,
flipping it onto its side. That was the final mishap Bill could not
support, the financial repercussions too great for a small family farm
struggling to compete with the much larger corporate farms cropping
up in the area. After that, the family fell apart, Derek blaming the
Mitchells for his family’s separation, when in reality it was the
farthest from the truth. Derek had confided that to Hunter once after
making love late into the night.

When he arrived the previous day, finding Derek working for Bill

had left him completely dumbstruck. But maybe his anger and hatred
for the Mitchells had changed over time, realizing it was his father’s
bad decisions that split the family apart, not Bill. At least, for Derek’s
sake, Hunter hoped that it had. Carrying around so much anger for so
long would eat away at you, turning you into a monster with no
possibility of ever being a normal and socially acceptable person
again. Hunter knew that Derek hadn’t yet past the point of no return.
He could see in his deep, jade eyes that the Derek he once knew,
although not perfect, was still there. But he was well on his way to
becoming that bitter and dangerous person capable of causing
destruction and hatred in the hearts of others just for the sport of it.

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Hunter had to get to him, get through to him. Derek wouldn’t

listen to other people, but he would still listen to him. Hunter knew
that he still held some power over him. Why else would he be trying
to stir up trouble and trying so desperately to catch his attention?
Whatever the case, it had to stop.

He spied Derek slipping into the tack room behind the corner bar

where the caterers had stored cups and bottles of liquor and beer for
the many thirsty guests. This was his chance to get him alone and talk
to him. He watched as Travis, Jaxson, and Chase clowned around on
the edge of the dance floor, taking swigs from their beers while
throwing joking comments at the dancers swirling past them. He set
down his beer on a neighboring table and bumped his way through the
crowd, and stole one final glance to make sure he’d slipped away
undetected. Pushing open the door and stepping inside the dark and
cluttered room, he saw Derek reaching for a sleeve of plastic cups, his
back to him. He closed the door behind him, only needing a minute to
get his point across.

“Derek.”
Derek spun to face Hunter, his green eyes burned with intensity.
“You got my text?” he asked.
Hunter pushed his fists in his back pockets, that way they

wouldn’t start doing the talking for him. “I got your text, but I’m not
here for that, well not exactly.”

Derek took a drag from his cigarette and smirked. “I knew you

couldn’t resist.”

“You’re wrong. I don’t know what happened between you and

Travis this afternoon, but I’m here to tell you it’s going to stop.”
Hunter inclined his head and peered from under his thick, dark brows.
“Do you understand me?”

“Your boyfriend was the one starting trouble and texting. I

thought it was you until he showed. He must’ve taken your phone.”

Now it made sense, Hunter thought.

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“I didn’t know, but that still doesn’t excuse the way you’ve been

acting. What are you after? It looks like you and Jared have it pretty
damn good by the looks of it. And just imagine, Bill Mitchell was the
one that gave it to you, the same Bill Mitchell you blamed for the
destruction of your family, the man you despised.”

“I got over it.”
“It doesn’t look like it. You’ve been wandering around this farm

with a chip on your shoulder since I arrived.”

Derek flicked his cigarette at Hunter, missing him. “That’s not a

chip Hunter, it’s a hard-on. And you remember how big I am when
I’m hard, don’t you?” Derek reached down and rubbed his crotch with
the palm of his left hand. “Or can I refresh your memory?”

“It doesn’t look like you’re getting the message. Stay the fuck

away from me and from Travis.” He pulled his hands from his
pockets and clenched them to his side, ready to fight.

Derek dropped the sleeve of cups to the floor and strode toward

Hunter. “You don’t scare me, Hunter. What are you going to do, beat
the shit out of me like you did before?”

“It worked, didn’t it?”
“I liked it,” he chuckled, his mouth twisted in a smirk. “I spent

many nights jacking off just thinking about your fists slamming into
me. I imagined the emotion behind each punch, proof that you felt
something for me.”

Hunter sneered. “You are one sick fuck, you know that? I came in

here to give you a chance to prove that the Derek Johnson I once
knew was still in there somewhere,”—he poked a finger into Derek’s
broad and muscular chest—“but I think that guy is long gone.”

Derek dropped his gaze and swallowed hard. “You saw to that

didn’t you? You fucked me over and then fucked me up and then left.
Just like everyone else in my life.”

“You were becoming obsessed with me, and I didn’t know how to

handle it. I was young and angry and had my own set of problems,
and the last thing I needed were yours. I’m really sorry that I caused

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you pain, Derek, but that’s in the past. You need to get on with your
life and get over the past.”

“That’s easy for you to say. You’re out of this place. You don’t

have the town talking about you behind your back every time you turn
around.”

“They’re probably still doing that, but I live in Texas now.

Wagging tongues spreading gossip is a part of living in a small town.
Don’t pay any attention. You are a man now, not a boy, so start acting
like one.”

Derek stepped closer, so close that Hunter could feel his moist

breath brush across his cheek and neck. He refused to step back and
reclaim any space that would allow Derek to have any amount of
power, no matter how small. “Back off. I’m warning you,” he
growled

“Or what? You’ll beat me?” Derek purred. “I’ll take anything you

give me. I love you.”

Hunter attempted to swallow the knot of anger rising in his throat.

He lifted his hands and gripped Derek by his arms, filling his fists
with his strong and muscular arms. He pushed. “Get the fuck back!”

With one shove, Derek sailed across the room, losing his balance

and slammed into a tower of stacked cans of beer and soda resting
against the wall. He rolled onto the floor with a thud and let out a
gasp, knocking the wind from his lungs.

Hunter stood his ground. “If you’re smart, you won’t stand up.”
Derek shot him a lingering look and stood slowly. He took a few

deep breaths filling his lungs with the dank air that hung motionless in
the room. “You can keep knocking me down, but I won’t give up. I
forgot how much I wanted you, but since you’ve been back, I know
we should be together. You belong with me,” he pleaded, “not with
him.”

“You’re forgetting one thing, I love him. Always have. Always

will.”

Derek charged.

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He was quick and agile, much more so than their last fight. Hunter

hadn’t expected Derek’s battering ram shoulders to strike him in the
middle of the chest. Pound for pound, they were about the same, but
any man coming at you with that much anger and hitting you square
in the chest would always hurt, no matter what they weighed. Pain
gripped his torso as Derek slammed him against the door and
followed him onto the floor. He pushed back and tried to roll Derek
under him to get better positioned and take the advantage, but Derek
was a force to be reckoned with, his grunts and groans and strength
making it a harder fight than Hunter had first suspected. Hunter
locked his arms and shoved with all his strength. He released an
unexpected growl from the depths of his soul. Derek lurched and spun
like a rag doll.

“No,” Derek cried, realizing he was losing ground. He jerked and

squirmed under Hunter’s powerful arms. Hunter pinned each limb of
his combatant hard against the floor, rendering him unable to escape.
Hunter leaned in and whispered hoarsely, feeling his lips scratch
across Derek’s stubbled cheek. “Do yourself a favor and forget about
me. In two days, I will be gone, but you’ll still be here picking up the
pieces from this weekend. Don’t risk your job and life here, and don’t
ruin Jared’s.”

“Leave my brother out of this,” he spat. “This has nothing to do

with him.”

“It has everything to do with him. Jared has always cleaned up

your messes, but one day he’ll stop, and then what will happen to
you? He loves you, but sometimes love has its limits. Don’t test his.”

Derek screamed at the top of his lungs, his wail sounding almost

like a battle cry. From out of nowhere, he shoved Hunter from him
sending him rolling across the floor.

Momentarily stunned, Hunter shook his head, clearing his vision.

He blinked. He didn’t remember hitting his head, but everything
appeared foggy or almost smoky.

Smoke.

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He inhaled, sharply smelling the acrid smell of something

burning. He tried to stand, but Derek was too quick, slamming into
him before he could find his balance. A sharp pain raced across his
back, and the sound of breaking glass shattered over the sound of their
panting breaths. A light flashed from somewhere, illuminating the
room. Derek stopped fighting.

“Fire,” he whispered.
Hunter untangled himself from Derek, but by then the room had

filled with a thick and dark smoke choking the oxygen from the
room…and their lungs.

He tried to stand, but he was weak and winded from Derek’s

attack. Derek yanked at Hunter, able to recover more quickly, lifting
him in his arms and forcing him to stand. “We have to get the hell out
of here,” Derek yelled over the music coming from the other side of
the door. Hunter coughed and then stumbled, the smoke already
beginning to make him light-headed. They rushed for the door and
reached for the metal handle and yanked. Hunter lost his balance,
falling into Derek. “What the…” He gazed down, seeing the rusted
handle gripped in his hand. Derek looked at him with panicked eyes
and slammed the door with his fists. “Help! Get us the hell out of
here!” he shouted over the thumping music.

If he could only turn what was left of the handle, Hunter thought,

but his thick fingers couldn’t budge the century-old metal. And if he
could only breathe.

He joined Derek, slamming his fist hard into the wooden door

hoping that someone would hear them. “Fire,” he strangled out, the
smoke making it harder to speak. Swiftly, he threw his full weight
into the door praying that it would crumble under their force and
realizing they were losing precious time and oxygen if they wanted to
get out alive.

Derek stopped pounding and coughed. “This is the only way out.”

He scanned the floor for something, anything, to wedge in between
the door and the doorjamb to force it apart. He slipped his foot along

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the floor, kicking away hay, straw, and feed that had accumulated
over years, left for rodents to nest. Hunter heard a metallic clang. “I
got something.” Derek bent to retrieve what looked like a tire iron,
but the smoke was too thick for Hunter to make it out.

“Stand back!” Derek cautioned as he shoved one end of the metal

stick in the doorframe and then yanked. Hunter grabbed the iron rod
and pulled along with Derek. Over the rush of blood pounding in his
ears, Hunter could make out people yelling and striking at the door
from the other side. They knew they were here.

Thank God.
With one loud crack, a cool breeze raced across his face and light

flooded his eyes. The door crumbled into pieces as Derek shoved
Hunter to safety and then followed behind him. Hunter’s lungs
burned, and tears slid down his cheeks as he sucked in clean. Through
his cough, he gagged, “Put out the fire.”

A rush of men flooded into the room with fire extinguishers that

were always kept at the ready, just in case.

Derek fell to all fours, coughing. Jared tore through the crowd that

had gathered around them. “Are you all right?” he questioned, panic
riding on the edge of his voice. “Someone get him some water,” he
demanded to the spectators.

“I got it,” someone said, handing Jared a bottle of water. He

squatted and placed the bottle to his brother’s mouth, forcing him to
drink.

Chase and Jaxson pushed back the crowd as Travis draped his arm

around Hunter, offering him much-needed support. “Do you need to
go to the hospital?” he asked with fear in his steel-blue eyes, now a
stormy gray.

Hunter shook his head no and wiped his cheeks with the back of

his hands. “What for? I got those two,” he joked, looking at Chase
and Jaxson. “I got my own personal medical team.”

“They’ll be all right,” Chase assured. “But let’s get them outside

and get them away from this smoke.”

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Travis walked with Hunter as Chase and Jared pulled Derek to his

feet and gripped him from each side. “I am so sorry,” Derek muttered
over the chattering of the crowd.

Travis stopped and turned. “For what? Did you start this fire?”
Jared groaned at his brother’s side. “You didn’t, did you?”
“Not intentionally. I was smoking and…”
Hunter interrupted. “Yeah, but it was you that acted quickly. One

more minute in there, and we would’ve been barbecue. Smoked
barbecue.”

“Or damn well near it,” Chase added, a personal if not

professional opinion.

“C’mon you idiot,” Jared said, continuing to drag Derek. “Maybe

you’ll finally quit.”

Derek coughed, clearing his throat and shooting a look at his

brother. “You smoke.”

“Yes, but I’m not starting fires.”
“Hey,” Jaxson interrupted. “This is not the time for sibling rivalry,

and he’s heavy, so pick on him another time, okay, Jared?”

Jared shrugged, supporting more of Derek’s weight. “We’ll talk

later, little brother.”

They stepped out into the clear and cool night, and Jaxson found

some folding chairs so that Derek and Hunter could sit.

Chase leaned over Hunter’s face and started his examination. “So

how did you get this abrasion on your forehead, and how did he”—
Chase cocked his head toward Derek without interrupting his
examination—“get that nasty bump on his cheek? What else
happened in there?”

Travis eyed Derek suspiciously and balled his fists to his side,

ready to strike at any moment.

Derek exhaled. “Yep, I started it,” he admitted. “Or maybe he did,

not the fire but the fight. Anyway, I’m sorry…sorry for everything.”

“I can’t let him take all the blame,” Hunter added. “I followed him

in the tack room and did what I do best.”

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Travis let out a chuckle. “Second best.”
Hunter smirked. “I was wrong, and I apologize, but we have to

stop this now before we burn down this whole damn farm. I love
Travis and nothing is going to change that, Derek. Understand?”

Derek scrubbed at his face and slumped in his chair.

“Understood.”

Jared placed his hand on Derek’s broad shoulder. “He means it,

Derek.”

“I do, too. I was just…jealous.”
“No shit,” Travis scoffed.
“But I’ll stop, I promise.”
Hunter and Travis nodded simultaneously. “We believe you,”

Hunter added, answering for a more dubious Travis, judging by the
look on his face.

From the barn doors, Bill appeared, his shadow stretching across

the field. “Just because there was a little fire and you boys have
beaten each other senseless doesn’t mean the party’s over. That just
means it’s getting started,” he bellowed over the strumming of
fiddles. “Get your butts in here, and if you two start any more trouble,
I’ll be the one beating you senseless. Is that understood?”

They laughed as Hunter stood and offered his hand to Derek.

“Peace?”

Derek took his hand and shook. “Peace.”

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Chapter Eight

“Hopefully last night’s bust up hasn’t placed a dark cloud over

your wedding day,” Hunter said, searching his mother’s face for a
reaction.

“Impossible,” Andrea assured, taking her son’s clean-shaven face

into her hands and brushing a soft kiss onto his forehead. “You look
so handsome. You look more like your father every day.”

Hunter’s cheeks dimpled. He wished he had known his father, his

father having drowned when Hunter was a toddler. But at least he had
Bill, the only father figure he’d ever had and loved.

A tear brimmed in Andrea’s hazel eyes, threatening to streak her

specially-applied wedding makeup. “Thanks, Mom.” This time it was
his turn to brush a kiss onto her forehead. “You look amazing. I mean
it.”

She giggled and fanned at her eyes with her open hands, hoping to

dry her tears before they spilled. “Honey, you were always a very
good fibber. It took a ton of concealer to cover the dark circles and
bags under these eyes. I stayed up way too late last night, but I had the
time of my life, but thanks for saying so and making me feel better.”

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.” He smiled, giving her a

playful shake then reached up to straighten his tie. “I can’t believe
people wear these things. I feel like I’m being strangled.”

“Funny, that’s exactly what your father said on our wedding day,”

she said through a smile. “Told you you’re more like your father
every day.”

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“Are you ready to do it all again? Get married?” Hunter asked.

The random thought traveled from his brain to his mouth with no
filter.

Andrea furrowed her brow. “Of course, or I would’ve never said

yes. I loved your father, and a part of me always will, but I also love
Bill. He’s kind and caring and treats me with respect. What more can
you ask for?” She went to open her mouth and continue but then
closed it instead, choosing to bite her lower lip. Hunter knew she
wanted to ask a question. He’d seen that face many times before.

“Go ahead. Ask?”
“Do you still love, Travis?”
“More than I love myself,” he replied without hesitation.
Andrea let out a long Southern sigh and placed her hand to her

chest. “That’s the answer I was wishing for. We are powerless over
these Mitchell men, aren’t we?” she said, the question sounding more
like a statement.

He chuckled. “I don’t know about powerless, but we surely do

love them.” At that moment, he felt his phone vibrate in his front
pocket. He peered at the screen and read the message from Travis. He
took a deep breath and then blew out. “Are you ready to get married?”

“It’s time?”
Hunter crooked his arm for her to take. “It time.”

* * * *

As Travis watched Hunter walk Andrea down the aisle, he swelled

with pride and with love. Their relationship was even stronger, the
temptation of Derek—all six-foot-two of blond and bronzed brawn—
not even a hiccup, and thankfully, a thing of the past. They had fought
for each other, almost burned down a barn, and took a few punches in
the process, but it was all worth it.

Hunter was the love of his life, for the rest of his life.

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He redirected his gaze, spotting Derek and Jared standing tall and,

admittedly, handsome, dressed in their Sunday best, beside their
parents. Bill had located Sandy and Homer Johnson and invited them
to the wedding with hopes of repairing the family and the past. They
had been sober for the last five months and decided to move back to
the area, hoping to salvage what they could of their lives. Sharing in
the wedding was a good start. And it appeared that Jared and Derek
were willing to give them another chance.

As the swell of the wedding march came to a stop and Bill and

Andrea were at each other’s side, Hunter snuck a playful wink at
Travis just before taking his seat. The stolen moment sent his pulse
racing and made a bead of sweat form on his forehead. It was either
that or the tight weave of his tropical wool suit, which was still too
hot to wear in a Virginia summer. He hooked a finger inside his collar
and tugged, hoping to create some circulation, no matter how
minimal, and release a little body heat. Plus, thoughts of slipping his
boyfriend out of his suit and showing him how much he loved him
and wanted to please him weren’t helping his soaring body
temperature. What he wanted most was a tall glass of ice water and
Hunter’s naked body wrapped around his own, not necessarily in that
order.

* * * *

“You look smokin’ hot in your suit, babe, but get that tight ass

over here so I can rip it off of you,” Travis teased in a heated breath.
“You know I prefer you naked…and hard.”

Hunter closed the door to their room and removed his suit jacket,

tossing it on a nearby chair. He was still exhausted from the fight, the
fire, and all the wedding festivities, but he was never too tired to make
love to his partner, especially when he had that glint in his eye and
that growing bulge in his pants. He was glad Travis had suggested
slipping away and making it an early night. Jaxson and Chase had

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given them hugs and a heartfelt good-bye with plans to meet up in
Texas the following month, deciding to make it an early night, too,
since they were headed out the next morning on an early flight.

His tie already shed immediately after the wedding, Hunter

plucked at the buttons of his shirt and strode toward an already
shirtless Travis seated on the edge of the bed. He leaned in to place a
kiss on Travis’s warm lips as his lover opened his sinewy thighs,
giving him full access and pulling him in. They sighed in unison
feeding off of each other’s lustful intensity.

Travis unbuttoned Hunter’s pants and unzipped, allowing them to

slide southward and pool around his ankles. Hunter slipped out of his
shoes and stepped from his pants, kicking them aside without
breaking contact from Travis’s soft and inviting lips. Hunter cradled
Travis’s face in his hands and kissed harder and searched out his
tongue, causing his lover to moan with appreciation. He loved the
way Travis wasn’t afraid to make a little noise, beginning with the
soft murmurs and ending in all-out, uninhibited cries of ecstasy. That
would be the next stop.

Hunter helped him along by removing his own white briefs in a

blink of an eye and leaving them with his previously discarded pants.
Travis reached for his erect cock with both hands and guided it into
his mouth. He lapped with his tongue, encircling the head and then,
ever so slowly, took it all the way into his mouth until he gagged on
his length and girth. Hunter stretched his back and craned his neck,
savoring in his lover’s warm and moist mouth servicing his manhood.
He rocked on the balls of his feet, feeling the muscles in his tired feet
and ankles begin to relax. He pumped his buttocks, pushing deeper
into his lover’s eager-to-please mouth, heightening his own pleasure.
He squeezed his eyes shut and exhaled, releasing a deep, guttural
moan while Travis worked him over as if it was the first time he’d
ever tasted his cock.

Hunter ran his splayed fingers through Travis’s hair, his short

summer brush cut scratching the palms of his hands. Picking up his

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pace, Travis toyed with his nut-sac full of juice while he continued to
suck. If he didn’t want to claim Travis so eagerly and feel his cock
slide into his tight and velvety tunnel, he could’ve shot his load right
there, right then. But he didn’t want to rush it. He’d been thinking
about making love to his boyfriend all day, and he was going to take it
nice and slow.

Travis lifted his mouth from his spitting cock and undressed fully,

removing his pants, underwear, and socks in one fell swoop with no
time to waste. He grabbed at Hunter’s wrist and guided him onto the
bed. “Fuck me,” Travis pleaded as he started to stroke his own
dripping cock. “I want you so deep inside me I won’t be able to feel
anything else.”

Those words sent a firestorm of lust coursing throughout every

cell in Hunter’s body. He intended to do those things and more but at
his own pace, not at Travis’s. “I will, babe,” he promised. “But first I
want to give you the pleasure you just gave me.” Travis smiled and
rolled flat on his back offering up his towering cock. Hunter fed
hungrily on his cock, licking the underside first then working his way
to his sac covered in a golden fur. He took the sac in his mouth and
rolled his tongue languidly around, feeling the texture of his smooth
skin and course hair inside his mouth. He inhaled, intoxicated by
Travis’s musky scent mixed with a woodsy cologne he wore for only
special occasions, this being one of them. He reached and filled his
fist with Travis’s thick, slick cock and stroked its entirety while still
nibbling away on his balls and sensitive base. In one swift motion, he
engulfed his lover’s cock, unable to withstand the need to taste the
pearly liquid oozing from his slit. Travis squirmed and let out a
whimper and then cooed, “I love to feel you sucking me. I feel
powerless…” He stopped, unable to go on.

Hunter positioned himself between Travis’s legs to get a better

angle so he could give his lover’s cock the attention it deserved. He
stroked Travis’s rigid shaft with his left hand and pumped with his
lips applying the perfect amount of tension and suction while he

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busied his right hand, flicking Travis’s hard, pink nipple. He rolled
the fleshy tip along his fingertips and then pinched hard. Travis
bucked, forcing his cock deep into his throat, so deep he choked and
gagged on the hard flesh.

“Squeeze my tits, babe. Torture them,” Travis begged, his voice

desperate and his breaths quick and erratic. Hunter did, taking both
rubbery nubs in his fingers and pinching and pulling. Travis cried out
over the music of the hoedown still in full swing coming through the
open window. “You have to fuck me, now,” he panted. “Please.”

Hunter couldn’t stand it anymore. His cock ached and oozed its

juice, ready to do what his lover so desperately wanted. Hunter
released his lingual grip on Travis and placed his hands under his
muscular thighs and rolled him back on his shoulder blades while
forcing them apart and exposing his pulsating hole. This was what
Hunter needed, what he desired most.

In one quick movement, he ran his tongue over Travis’s bud,

readying it and leaving behind some natural lubrication. He angled
over his lover and guided his spitting cock into the hole. “Yes,”
Travis whimpered, pulling his legs even wider apart to accommodate
Hunter’s long and thick cock.

“Is this what you want, babe? What you’re begging for?”
“Yes,” he responded in a desperate cry. “Fuck me good.”
Hunter started his rhythmic pumping, sliding his cock in and out

and savoring every second it took to almost extract fully and then
push in again until his cock was buried completely. Travis’s silken
hole accommodated his girth and length without much resistance.
They were made for each other physically, emotionally, and
spiritually, a perfect fit.

“I love you,” said Travis, his steel-blue eyes burned through

watery tears. “He can’t give you what I do, can he?”

“No,” Hunter returned, pausing momentarily, the question taking

him off guard, knowing whom he was referring to. “I love you, too.
Only you. Always.”

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Hunter meant every word.
As his urgent thrusts came quicker, Travis reached up and flicked

tenderly at Hunter’s sensitive nipples, sending bursts of an electric-
like current racing across his chest and making his brain swim with
pleasure. He sighed, overwhelmed with the delights his lover offered
and gave so freely. Hunter returned his love the best way he knew
how.

Over and over, he fucked and bucked while watching the

expression of sheer pleasure on Travis’s face. He loved the way his
upper lip twitched and his chin trembled with each deep thrust he
delivered. Travis was beautiful, and he could only image him getting
even more so, he thought, dreaming of their future together.

“Your cock is e–e–epic,” Travis stuttered and moaned. “Give me

more.”

He quickened his pace on demand.
“Do you like it, babe?” Hunter said, already knowing the answer.
“Mmm…” was all Travis was able to respond.
Hunter could feel his nuts tighten and his shaft grow even harder,

his body signaling that he was going to shoot his thick load soon. He
continued to work over Travis’s hole while he filled his fist with his
lover’s cock and then stroked.

It didn’t take much before Travis cried out. “I’m coming.”
Hunter pumped faster and harder, hammering into him as he

stroked his lover’s cock long and hard. Travis seized and spewed his
juices across his chest and washboard abs leaving a snaking pool of
thick liquid on his tanned skin.

The erotic vision was just what Hunter needed to push himself

over that perilous edge. From behind his eyes came a flash of colors
before going completely blind with lust. His balls quaked, and his gut
burned as every muscle in his body convulsed. A wave washed over
him as his cum coursed up his shaft and filled Travis’s silken tunnel.
He felt as if he was drowning in a deep and dark pleasure that would
change him somehow, evolving him into a better, more complete

Alex Carreras

being. With one final thrust, he collapsed onto Travis, sated and
exhausted.

They held on to each other tightly, listening to a soft, slow tune

drift in from outside. Hunter peppered delicate kisses along Travis’s
jaw and chin, his stubble pricking his lips. He cradled his head into
the crook of Travis’s neck, his body in a state of complete and total
relaxation for the first time since he had arrived. Travis shifted under
him and then wrapped a leg over Hunter’s hip and buttocks. He
whispered, “We might not be able to get married…”

Hunter lifted his head, interrupting. “In some states.”
“In some states,” Travis corrected, “but we don’t need to. Who

needs a license stating we love each other and will do anything for
each other? We know that already. We proved that this weekend.”

Hunter smiled and dropped his head onto Travis’s shoulder.

“You’re right. I don’t know many straight couples that would take a
pummeling like we have to prove they love each other, do you?”

“Your mom would,” said Travis, his tone matter of fact.
“I think you’re right about that. But, my mom is not your normal

run-of-the-mill lady.”

“Yep. And the apple does not fall far from the tree.” Travis placed

a kiss onto Hunter’s forehead. “Are you ready to go home
tomorrow?”

“As long as it’s with you, I’m ready.”

THE END

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Alex Carreras believes there is nothing sexier than a hot, naked

man with a cocky attitude and a sultry smile.

Always on the hunt for inspiration, you will find Alex wherever

there are attractive men hopefully in a state of undress. And since he
lives in South Florida where the average yearly temperature is a
balmy eighty-two degrees Fahrenheit, there is certainly no shortage of
inspiration.

For all titles by Alex Carreras, please visit

www.bookstrand.com/alex-carreras

Siren Publishing, Inc.

www.SirenPublishing.com

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