Mail Order

Cowboy

Lor Rose




Mail Order Cowboy

The heart wants what it wants.

Austin and Loren have been together for sixteen years and own a small cattle ranch but
something is missing. Their love is playful, youthful, and fun, but they know there’s more for
them. What that more is they don’t know. Talk of adding someone else interests the couple but
no one has the spark they crave.

Hugh is a friend of Austin’s son and needs a place to go and a job. His own parent’s have
disowned him and no one will talk to him after what he’s done. Calling his friend’s dad is a last
resort but what other choice does he have?

What Hugh finds he doesn’t expect but maybe, just maybe, he is worth something after all.

Length: 4,900


Mail Order Cowboy

Copyright 2012 Lor Rose

Cover art by Lor Rose

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This is a work of fiction. Any names, places, characters, or incidents are products of the author’s

imagination. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, businesses, events, or locales is entirely

coincidental with the exception of any name brands mentioned.


Dedication:

Back in October 2012 Hurricane Sandy devastated the Northeastern portion of the United

States as well as portions of the Caribbean. Piper Vaughn put together an auction for the relief

which totaled $1,470 dollars towards the effort.

Samantha Derr, senior editor at Less Than Three Press, bought my story for $40. Threw some

craziness with her donation Sam ultimately donated $50 for the cause.


Damnit Loren. What the hell was that for?"

The man in question, Loren, smiles. His green eyes shine with something I'm either really going
to like or really going to hate.

Loren shrugs, "No reason."

His smile changes. I've known this man so long I know exactly what he wants. Loren and I met
on our first cattle drive when we were eighteen and nineteen. We’ve been the best of friends ever
since. It was an immediate connection between us. Though, neither of us at the time knew what
it meant.

Standing, I make way around the kitchen table to him by the counter.

"Why, Austin, you look miffed?" He teases.

I scoff, "Wonder why?" Bracketing him with my arms he does nothing except lean back a little to
give me room.

His gaze roams over the side of my face covered in jelly. "I don't know." Another flick of his eyes
is the only indication of his intent. He leans forward and licks a path in the jelly. "Mmmm, tasty."

"Loren." My warning does nothing. It never does.

"Just because we hit the big four-oh doesn't mean we're dead. We'll I'm the big four-oh, you on
the other hand," his tongue takes away another swath of jelly, "are the big four-one." His voice
lowered to a whisper. It's a naughty whisper.

His mouth takes mine as his hands smooth down my sides. He tastes of jelly and toothpaste. It's a
bit odd but where Loren is concerned odd is considered quote un-quote normal.

Loren takes the kiss higher. Even after twenty-two years of friendship and sixteen years together
just one kiss from him still makes me hard as a rock. Loren breaks away and cleans up his mess
on my face. Although, I'd much rather it be a different kind of mess if you catch my meaning.

Nips and licks tickle my neck and ear, "Loren." He ignores me, as per usual. It's not that I don't
love time with him but we have work to do.

"Shut up." I may have the tiniest advantage as far as height goes but I never was in charge. Ever.

His fingers hook through my belt loops pulling me closer. "Loren."

"Now that's how I want you to say my name." My naughty husband begins to rub off against me.
Not that I mind. Both of us are hard as nails and it's all his fault. "Mmm, Austin." His
encouragement is all I need. Pressing forward the two of us move. The dulled sensations through
our underwear and jeans makes it all the better. Rubbing off on each other like rutting teenagers

keeps the spark between us alive. We live life in the moment because you never know when it'll be
ripped away.

Loren takes my mouth in a sloppy kiss, "I'm gonna-"

"Do it, PB. Cream yourself like the little man-slut you are."

"Fuuuck." Loren jerks, his head falls to my shoulder as a loud groan takes over the kitchen. It
takes a very unsexy image of my grandma in her underwear to keep myself from the edge.
"Austin."

"Clean yourself up." Kissing him another moan vibrates free from the both of us as Loren
continues his humping. Loren's own love of dirty talk is almost equivalent to mine of talking the
dirty.

"He was watching us, again."

This time the moaning is all me. The thought of our twenty year old ranch-hand, Hugh Berkley,
spying on us turns me on more than I ever thought it could. He's shorter than either of us with a
lithe slim build. His auburn hair and blue green hazel eyes and his permanent five o'clock shadow
excites Loren and I. We want him. Bad. Thing is we don't know if he'd be receptive to our
advances. With his newest habit of peeking we're starting to think he would.

We talked of adding another man or having a threesome for years but we never found someone
who excited both of us. That is, till we hired Hugh. He's a friend of my son, Jack, and needed a
place to go and a job. I've known the kid for over a decade but I haven't seen Hugh in over five
years till he showed up four months ago.

"Feel him out while I change." Loren kisses me again with a teasing pass of his hand over my
dick.

"Mmmm, okay."

We part ways with a solid promise from him to take very good care of me later. The asshole
better or I'm going to gag him the next time he gives me a blow job.

Once outside, the June morning sun hits me and it's something I'm appreciative of. Earth is
changing rapidly, the rustic clouds are but one thing. Several animal species are now extinct and
environments are changing. The landscape isn't immune to the changes. Some people choose to
relocate to Tellurmorium or Planet 12 while most want to stay. Loren and I opted to stay.

Making my way to the barn the reason Loren and I refuse to go surfaces.

Loren and I were married to sisters, ironic we know. We married young, very young. Loren
married Abby first and a week later I was saying I do with her sister Beth.

Sixteen years ago our wives went under HEORT surgery and never recovered. HEORT stands
for Heart Energy Oxygen Repetitive Transfer, it's a device that uses the heart as a source of
power to filter the air on Planet 12. This device is needed due to the planet's toxic air.

Our wives were to go under surgery first, recover, then us, then the children. We were supposed
to take care of them while they recovered but they never left the hospital. It's a simple in and out
procedure but the sisters had a rare heart condition. It combined with the HEORT caused their
death.

We were distraught and took comfort in each other. We've been together ever since, even raising
our children together. Now all the kids are either out of the house or married and we have this
little plot of land with our beef cattle all to ourselves. We're bound and determined to make 2316
our year and so far we're succeeding. Our heard has doubled in size and we took on Hugh.

"Hugh? You in here?"

My horse, Karma, pokes her head out over the stall. Her soft little knicker makes me smile. I'll
have this horse ten years this October. This spirited mare is a handful most days but she's a good
horse willing to take care of her rider. She's getting old though and soon I'm going to put her out
to paster with the cattle and get me a new horse.

It's not something I'm looking forward to.

"Yeah, boss?" Hugh appears from the tack room with his saddle in hand. The old warn leather
shines in the overhead lightening.

"You missed breakfast." Hugh's face flushes, with his complexion it's not hard to spot. "Or maybe
you didn't."

Hugh blanches, "No! I-" His grip on the saddle falters and he almost drops it. Good thing he
didn't because that would have been a good three hours of cleaning. "I missed breakfast." His
hazel eyes shift to me, his auburn hair catches the lighting shining a penny copper red.

Leaning against Karma's stall door, I cross my arms and cock my weight to one hip. "Did you
now?"

Hugh scurries over to his horse's stall and heaves the saddle over the wooden door. "I- did."

"Uh-huh."

The other man's gaze flicks over me a few times, each pass lingers over my semi. "I wasn't feeling
well so I slept in." Hugh opens Lena's stall and begins to groom her.

"You know going the way we do and not eating isn't smart."

He nods.

"You okay?"

Hugh falters, "Huh?"

Opening Karma's stall, I cluck for her to come out. She does and follows me over to the tack
room. "You said you weren't feeling well. I don't need to worry, do I?" Hugh almost instantly tells
me he's fine and continues to saddle Lena. A small laugh only Karma can hear breaks free.

Karma nudges me, insisting I scratch her forehead just the way she likes. "Hey, pretty girl." Her
head bobs as I scratch and her top lip pushes out and quivers.

"You spoil that horse more than me you asshole." Loren strides in wearing a fresh pair of jeans
and his cowboy hat.

Patting Karma's neck, I shrug. "Because she doesn't talk."

Loren takes out his own mare, Shocka, and brings her over to begin saddling her. Karma
knickers, her ears standing forward to great her best friend. Our horses used to hate each other.
Down right, hooves flying, teeth baring, screaming show down. That is till I had enough and did
round pen work from hell with them. It took me almost all damn day but I did it. Ever since the
two horses are almost inseparable.

"I do not talk too much."

"The hell you don't. Loren, you never shut the hell up and you smack people in the face with
jelly." Disappearing into the tack room, Loren's laugh follows me. Karma's tack sits in the same
place I always put it in, right next to Shocka's.

"I only smacked you because your nickname is jelly." Loren announces as he strides in.

Karma's saddle is easily sixty pounds but I handle it with ease. "So does that mean I get to smack
you with peanut butter?" Without waiting for his answer I leave. After all, my horse is standing in
the barn untied. Truthfully she's just standing there with nothing on, not even a halter.

Loren emerges as I swing up Karma's saddle. "I'd rather you smear the peanut butter all over my
dick and lick it off." A loud clatter coming from Lena's stall makes the both of us chuckle. It
seems Hugh is listening. Granted that's not very hard when Loren talks louder than a fog horn.

"Are you asking?" Karma's ears flatten and her nose bumps into my shoulder as I tighten the
cinch. She hates this part but never has she actually bit me.

"No, asshole. I'm telling."

"Sure thing, sweet potato pie."

Skocka starts as Loren swings up the saddle, she has a habit of falling asleep where she stands,
"Call me that again and knock you flat on your ass."

I laugh, it's a full belly laugh. "Of that," bridling Karma I fasten the throat latch, "I have no
doubt."

Leading Karma from the barn, I'm not surprised when Loren follows with Shocka and Hugh
with Lena after him. "You're going to call me that again, aren't you?"

"Pudding pie, you know I love a good roughing up leading to rough fuck-me-harder sex."

Hugh coughs, his face a cherry scarlet as he climbs up.

"Do you call me these horrible names just to piss me off ? And who said anything about sex?"

Swinging up on Karma, I pat her neck. "Yes I do and it's you for Christ's sake. Sex is a given."

Loren climbs up with an indignant snort. "Good to know you think I'm a horn-dog."

"Honey, I don't think it. I know it."

Cantering off, I ignore Loren's very rude name calling. I'll make him pay for it later. Guaranteed.

That evening the three of us walk into the house exhausted. "Who's hungry?" Loren asks.

"I got it. Go take a shower." I'm a pretty good cook but I don't offer to do it very often. Loren fell
on some rocks around lunch time, he's pretty sore and limping a little. A hot shower will do him
some good. Besides if I fell and then rode till the later afternoon I wouldn't want to stand and
make dinner.

"Thank you." Loren kisses me before limping off to the bedroom.

Setting about making something, I settle on baked chicken. It's easy, quick, hearty, and delicious.
Mine is anyway. Loren's gets drier than a desert. Backing chicken isn't one of his many given
talents.

"Do you need some help?" Hugh damn near scares me. I thought he went to his room upstairs
but I guess not.

"No thanks. I think I got it."

Hugh makes a noise and I set about preparing the chicken. Some fifteen minutes later I have the
chicken in the oven and a timer set. I'll leave clean up till after dinner.

Turning, I certainly didn't expect Hugh to be standing in the crossway leading into the living
room wearing the same clothes from the day. "Is something wrong, Hugh?"

"No... I-" He turns away eyeing the stairs leading to his bedroom. "I'm fine."

"Come here."

Hugh looks at me for the longest time, unmoving. It seems forever but eventually he obeys and
stops within arms reach. "Yeah, boss?"

Leaning against the counter, I look him over once. "Are you a virgin?"

He blinks and his mouth opens and closes several times. "No, I've been with a man before."

The growl clawing its way up my throat cannot be helped. My hands lash out, anchoring
themselves in his auburn hair, and I drag him to me. My mouth finds his and the contrast
between Hugh and Loren is apparent. Loren is demanding and sure whereas Hugh is compliant
and yielding. With Loren it's always a battle as to who's on top or in charge. It's a battle I've
enjoyed over the last sixteen years but with Hugh there is no battle.

"Was it a boy or a man?"

Hugh groans, "A boy compared to you."

This time it's Hugh who kisses me. He tried taking control but I won't let him. This is my victory.

"What the hell is going on in here?!"

Hugh jerks away as much as he can with my vice grip in his hair. "Loren! We-" Kissing Hugh is
the only way to shut him up. Not that I mind.

Loren approaches, his shower gel washes over me. It's a smell I love. "I turn my back for two
seconds and you're sneaking around." Hugh tense and a second later I find out why. Loren's
hands smooth over his body to play at his cock and my own.

"It's not-" Loren attack Hugh's mouth while I lick and nip his neck.

Loren's quick hands make fast work of my belt, jeans, and boxers. My jeans pool at my feet
leaving little room for me to move. Hugh's do the same.

"Fuck." Hugh curses while I moan as Loren takes both of us in his hand.

"Tell us no now or we're going to fuck all damn night." Loren threatens. Hugh's answer is a loud
moan, his hips pumping in time with Loren's teasing.

I can't take it anymore. Slapping away Loren's hand, I spin Hugh to face my too talkative
husband. "Stick that ass out, whore." If Hugh's loud moan and immediate obedience is any
indication he enjoys the dirty talk just as much as Loren.

The olive oil I used for the chicken will make for perfect lube in a pinch. Dribbling it down
Hugh's ass I likewise do the same to my cock, uncaring of the mess. Loren's hands smooth over
Hugh and the oil.

"Just fuck me. No stretching. I like the pain." Hugh emphasizes his point by grinding his ass
against my cock.

One of Loren's fingers disappears inside Hugh's hole while the other grips my cock, guiding me.
"Hot fuck you're perfect for us."

Loren is right. Both he and I love things a little rough. Okay, a lot rough.

Reaching back, I grip the edge of the counter for leverage. Pushing inside almost causes me to
blow.

"Goddamn. Aw!" Hugh cries out and jerks as I slap his ass and bottom out in one sharp thrust.

"Loren, shut him up with your cock. Show our little whore-toy a good time."

"That's an order I can follow. No problem." Loren strokes his cock a few times as he shuffles back
a few steps and pulls Hugh's head down by his hair. When the hell did Loren unfasten his pants?

My new grip on Hugh's hips prevent him from moving. His flexibility is apparent as he easily
bends over to take Loren's cock. "Fuck, can he deep throat." Loren proves his point with a few
long thrusts, his balls smashing against Hugh's chin with each pass.

"He can take cock, too."

"Such a good little slut." Loren can talk dirty just as well as me. Maybe even better. "Fuck our
good little whore. Bob his pretty lips over my cock."

This doesn't require a verbal answer. Pulling almost all the way out I slam back inside, both men
moan and it only excites me more. Together we find a rhythm. As I fuck Hugh's ass Loren fucks
his mouth and Hugh takes it all.

"Touch yourself." I order. "Show Loren and I how much of a slut you are for us."

Hugh obeys and his body jerks. Loren's cock slips free of his mouth. "Fuck!" Another full body
jerk constricts his ass over my dick.

Loren strokes his cock and uses his grip on Hugh's hair to yank the younger's face up. "Open."
Hugh obeys and uses the tip of his tongue to tease Loren's crown. "Shit." Loren's hips hitch as
pearly ropes smack Hugh in the face.

The sight is more than I can take.

"Holy fuck. Unhnn." Hugh curses as I pick up my pace. Reaching up, I grip the back of his shirt
and yank him up for a sloppy kiss. Loren's taste follows Hugh's tongue. It's the last straw for me.
My thrusts falter and turn to sharp shallow ones. A deep, loud groan almost echoes in the
kitchen.

Loren presses into Hugh's front and together we lick Hugh's face clean. "Go get yourself cleaned
up." Loren order's Hugh. "Then come back for dinner." Loren's hands smooth down Hugh's
sides. "Then we're going to fuck you again."

Hugh moans and his ass twitches over my still buried cock causing my own moan to break free.
This is definitely a plan I am on board with.
***
I can't believe I fucked my son's friend. A man half my age.

Jack is going to kill me.

Finishing up my lunch I find that I don't really care. Now is also when I notice I'm alone. Loren is
outside tending the horses but Hugh came in with me. Least he did. Something is off. Normally
Hugh makes small talk with one of us or arguing to high hell with Loren. Today he's been quiet
and aloof. Definitely not normal.

Setting my dishes in the sink, I make my way into the barn in search of Hugh. Loren's soft voice
coming from Shocka's stall gives me something to do when my search for Hugh comes up short.

Leaning over the door I watch Loren brush his horse. Shocka perks up as Loren offers her a
carrot. Happy little sounds and come from her as she enjoys her brushing. "And you say I spoil
my horse?"

Loren laughs, his green eyes crinkle at the corners. "I never said I didn't spoil mine."

He has a point.

Shocka nudges my hand and I cave. She's just too damn cute to not spoil.

The two of us fall into a comfortable silence. Loren brushes out a sweaty spot and some loose
dirt. "What's on your mind, jelly?"

A small chuckle breaks the silence. We earned the nick names peanut butter and jelly on our first
cattle drive together. The other's said we just go together and the names just stuck. "Who said I'm
thinking anything?"

Loren pauses in his brushing to come over to me with a light kiss. "You only watch me like this
when you're thinking about something."

The man knows me too well. "Hugh."

My one word answer seems to bring something down in Loren. "Yeah, he's acting weird. Do you
think we hurt him?"

"Did we?" Clasping Loren's hands I bring the back to my lips. "Have we?"

Loren looks away. He's upset. I know it. "I hope we didn't but I know we did."

Last night Loren and I took Hugh again after dinner. Hugh rode Loren like the cowboy he is and
I humped off behind Hugh coming all over his lower back and ass. We made sure to caress, pet,
lick, kiss, and nibble every inch of him. Our first coupling in the kitchen was all about raw need
and lust but the second was showing Hugh just how wonderful he is.

"Would I be a dirty old cradle robber if I said I want him. Not just the sex but him?"

Loren laughs and he kisses me again. "Then that makes me a dirty old cradle robber, too."

"Dirty old cradle robbers it is then."

"Why? Why me?" Hugh stands in the entrance to the barn. He looks tired and drained. His hazel
eyes flash with pain and I know it's because of us.

"Why not you?" Loren counters. For some reason this seems to make Hugh all the angrier.

Hugh's chest rises and falls rapidly. "Because I'm just a kid!" He yells. "I'm a screwup! My own
parents don't even want anything to do with me! They turned their backs on me! How can you
want someone even their own parents don't want?" Hugh's fists clench at his sides and his voice
takes on a new higher pitch. "Then you two fuck me in the kitchen. We have dinner like some
couple or something. Then..." He trails off but his anger is still there. "And you!" He points an
accusing finger at me. "You I've had a crush on since I was thirteen. Thirteen!" He seems to
deflate, his arm falling back to his side. "I accepted you'd just be a crush for me a long time ago
but then... For fucks sake I had a crush on my best friend's dad!"

I can't take it anymore. Striding forward, I reach for him and pull him against me. Hugh protests
and calls me multiple colorful things but he doesn't try any harder than that. "Hugh, I'm sorry."
Loren approaches and presses himself to Hugh's back.

"Then you two take me to bed and make me feel..."

Loren snuggles into Hugh's neck. "Like what?" He whispers.

Hugh relaxes, his head falling forward to rest against my shoulder. "Loved."

"That was the idea." I confirm.

Hugh's head snaps up so fast he would've hit my chin if I hadn't moved. "Why? When you two
are done with me you'll just toss me out and replace me with some younger piece of whore-ass."

His anger is vivid but now I'm angry, too. "Hugh Samuel Berkley, is that what you think of me?"

My use of his full name brings him up short. He does't say anything but I know he still feels
replaceable. It's in his stance, the tenseness of his muscles. I kiss him while Loren kisses his neck.
He doesn't relax but he doesn't tense more and pull away either. "We were faithful to our wives,"
I begin, "and we've been faithful to each other for the past sixteen years."

"We've talked of a threesome or adding someone else but we couldn't find that someone." Loren
continues for me.

"You are the first person either of us has slept with besides each other in sixteen years. Does that
really sound like we'll just up and toss you out?"

Hugh takes a moment to process what we're saying. His body finally relaxes as he shakes his head
no. "Can I sleep with you guys tonight? No fucking, just sleep."

He's testing us. "Whatever you want." Loren confirms.

"Why not someone your age?" Hugh's voice is so quit he's hard to hear.

Loren openly laughs. "Do we act our age?"

Hugh's shoulders tremble with a chuckle. "You've got a point there."

"Hell yeah I do. Forty year olds don't smack each other in the face with jelly globbed toast."

Hugh seems to think on Loren's words. Though, Loren's lightheartedness seems to help Hugh.
Loren is jovial and makes everything into a joke. I'm more reserved but with a sense of dry
humor Loren seems to like. Hugh is crass and guarded but it's whats underneath that draws us.

I kiss Hugh again with as much tenderness as I'm capable of. "Stay with us." Another peck. "Let
us love you."

Hugh looks away and huffs. "Jack is going to kill us." Hugh's small smile gives me hope.

"So, is that a yes Hughie Dughie?" Loren's new nickname for Hugh isn't going to turn out well.

Hugh spins to face Loren head on. "Hughie Dughie?" Loren only smiles in the face of Hugh's
mock anger. "Care to try that again?"

Loren smiles and backs away. "Absolutely, honeyboo crumpet."

"Loren." Hugh warns sounding very similar to me.

"Yes, sugar muffin?"

"That's it!" Hugh takes off after Loren. Loren for his part sees the danger and high tails it. The
two continue to run around the yard screaming and shouting.

"Hey!" Loren calls to me, "I see the appeal in these horrible food nicknames!"

I stand in the doorway watching them chase each other. "Does that mean I can call you sweet
potato pie?" I shout back.

It took Loren a minute to answer since Hugh almost caught him. "Hell No! The only thing I'll
tolerate is peanut butter and that's pushing it!"

I laugh right as Shocka comes trotting out of the barn to join in the fun. I guess Loren left her
stall open. The horse trots around with the two men. She half rears and prances amongst them
making it more difficult for Hugh to catch Loren. The horse maybe old but she still has some
spunk left in her.

Loren hops a fence in an attempt to ditch Hugh but it doesn't do much except piss off Shocka.
Her head bobs in annoyance as she trots along the fence line. Her ears perk at the sound of
Karma calling her. Shocka abandons the chase in favor of trotting into the barn to groom her
friend over the stall door.

With one last laugh at my two cowboys, I walk back into the barn and over to Shocka. A truck is
coming in tomorrow to pick up a load of cattle which means we have a lot of work to do but I'm
not about to ruin their fun.

Grabbing a section of mane near Shocka's ears, I guide her back into her stall. Karma and Lena
watch but it's Karma who protests.

"Uph." A heavy body slamming into my back pushes me inside the stall. Karma's head bobs
furiously as if she's saying "serves you right."

Hugh stands so close his heavy breathing pets my neck. "I want to stay."

Loren appears just outside the stall. A drop of sweat falls from his temple to his chin. He looks as
hopeful as I do. "Are you sure?"

"There isn't going to be anyone else, is there? Does it end with me?"

"That depends," I hedge, "but we don't have any plans on asking anyone else to join us."

Hugh seems to think about this for a minute and all of my hope dies. I maybe forty-one but my
somewhat future, the one I truly want, lies with a twenty year old. "Will me the ranch and you've
got a deal." The mischief in Hugh's smile tells me he's kidding.

"You get Lena and that's it." It's a counter meant to be playful but it comes out more forceful.

"Fine by me."

Loren steps forward and grabs Hugh's hand, spinning him around. "About damn time." He
proclaims before kissing the life out of our newest addiction. "Jelly? House. Now."

"LOREN!" Hugh screams as Loren tosses the shorter man over his shoulder. "Damnit! Put me
down you jackass! OUCH!" Loren slaps Hugh's ass, hard.

"That is no way to talk to your boss. Behave yourself or no supper for you young man."

I can't help my laugh. Hugh has no idea what he just signed up for where Loren is concerned.

"Austin!" Hugh screams. "Help me!"

Following Loren from the barn into the house, I shake my head. "Sorry. It's useless arguing with
him."

"Goddamnit. Stop that!"

A loud slap travels down the hall leading to our bedroom. "And don't say the Lord's name in
vain. What do you think we are? Atheists?" Loren tosses Hugh onto the bed.

Hugh scoots back a bit when both of us stand at the edge of the bed. "I said no fucking." He's
testing us again.

Loren smirks and crawls over the bed to Hugh. "No, you said no fucking tonight not this
afternoon."

Hugh lays back, allowing Loren over him for a kiss. "And what if I say no?"

Nuzzling Hugh's neck, Loren doesn't miss a beat. "Then Austin and I will fuck while you watch."

"Ohhh, fuck." Hugh curses.

Walking around the bed to where Hugh and Loren's head come closes to the edge, I lean over
and steal a kiss from Loren. "What'll it be? All three of us or me and Loren?"

"All of us."

All of us it is.


About the

A

uthor

Lor is a snarky, over the top genderfluid polyamorous demipansexual with dark hair and pink
highlights. Although, sometimes the color varies. She is almost constantly fighting with her muse,
Animus, or referring the fights between Animus and Epicene, her other muse. Lor started reading
very questionable M/M fanfiction at a very young age in the closet. Literally. Though that didn’t
stop her from getting caught once or twice. This early love of things M/M sparked her writing
career. Without a doubt, her Christian high school English teacher Mrs. B didn’t expect Lor to
fall into the M/M genre. Mrs. B did know Lor would be a writer someday because when the class
had a minimum, Lor had a maximum. It truly was unfair.

Besides writing, Lor may also be found with one of her two horses, the Chihuahua or her cat.
Any un-caught typos are courtesy of the cat, who shoves Lor’s things out of the way when it’s her
time for cuddles or playtime… Which is about every ten minutes.

Contacting Lor:

www.LorRose.com

@Lor_Rose9009

Anthologies Featuring Lor Coming from Storm Moon Press:

March 2013 - QLBT Coffee Break Quickies: His Nonexistent Coffee Break

April 2013 - Dracones: Chanson Commencante de Guerre

May 2013 - Serve Me: Life is Unforgiving