The Westerfields of
Chatham County
By Carol Lynne
Stiff Rain Press
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The Westerfields of Chatham County
Copyright © 2012 Carol Lynne
Edited by Kris Jacen and CJ Slate
Cover art by Les Byerley, www.les3photo8.com
Published by Stiff Rain Press
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Electronic format ISBN: 978-1-62344-007-7
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and occurrences are a product
of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead,
places or occurrences, is purely coincidental.
Chapter One
Seated across from his brother, Ian Westerfield tried to ignore the stares that followed
them wherever they went. He turned his attention to the lightly falling snow outside the window.
It didn’t help, he could still feel them watching.
“Leave it,” Bull his older brother, said finishing his chicken-fried steak.
Ian turned his head and stared straight at Warren Long, meeting his unfriendly gaze.
Although there had never been an arrest in his younger brother’s murder, Ian knew in his heart
Warren had something to do with it. “Can’t.”
With a sigh of resignation, Bull wiped his mouth and got to his feet. “Then let’s go.”
Ian returned his attention to his brother. “You’re gonna let ‘em run us out of here?”
Bull ignored Ian and signaled for Jesse, the waitress. “Can we get a to-go box and our
check?”
After handing the foam box to Ian, Bull leaned in close enough to whisper. “Load up the
food, and I’ll take care of the bill. We need to get out of here before Old Man Winter decides to
really let loose.”
Ian scowled. It had been six years since Guthrie’s body had been found. Their baby
brother, the sweetest man Ian had ever known, had been beaten and left to die at the edge of the
Westerfield Ranch. How was he supposed to just forget something like that? The fact that his
father hadn’t seen justice done before his sudden death still ate away at Ian.
Muttering under his breath, Ian filled the to-go box. “Someone needs to pay for what they
did. Bunch of uptight assholes who have nothing better to do than stick their noses where they
don’t belong.”
“Ready?” Bull asked, coming up behind Ian.
With a start, Ian scowled over his shoulder. “Don’t sneak up on me.”
“Or what?” Bull led the way out of the restaurant. He opened the passenger door and
waited for Ian to climb in before closing it behind him.
Ian watched his brother nod towards the gawking townspeople as if he didn’t hate their
guts. That was the biggest difference between them. Bull buried his true feelings deep inside;
while Ian refused to pretend he liked the closed-minded assholes.
Bull climbed behind the wheel of his new crew cab pickup and jabbed the key in the
ignition. It seemed his brother wasn’t as unaffected as he pretended to be. Ian reached over and
unzipped Bull’s fly. “Take me home?”
The corner of Bull’s mouth turned up slightly. “Absolutely.”
As soon as Bull backed out of the parking space and pulled onto the main drag of town,
Ian had his hand inside his brother’s jeans.
“Can’t you at least wait until we get out of town?” Bull asked, spreading his legs to give
Ian more room.
“I’ll wait until we’re outta town before I suck it, but there’s nothing wrong with playing a
little first.” Ian used to enjoy their bi-weekly trip into town to get groceries, grain and one of
Jesse’s famous hamburgers, but it was getting harder and harder to hold his tongue.
Bull reached down and stilled Ian’s hand. “Easy, babe. Don’t jerk the damn thing off
before we get home.”
“Sorry.” Ian removed his hand, no longer in the mood for sex. Going to town always
reminded him of Guthrie. Although he was their baby brother, Guthrie took after Bull and every
other Westerfield male in the size department. At six-three and six-four, Bull and Guthrie
seemed to tower over Ian, who, despite being a respectable five-ten was considered the runt of
the family. Despite Guthrie’s size, he was still the baby brother. He was the sunshine that
brightened each day that he took a breath. Guthrie had been the only blond, a gift from their
mother, and the only brother with blue eyes. “Do you think about him?”
“Every hour of the day,” Bull said without taking his eyes off the road. He reached over
and ruffled Ian’s, short, dark brown curls. “The difference is, every time I think of him, it brings
a sense of peace to me because I know he’s in Heaven keepin’ Momma busy.”
Ian chuckled. “I know that’s right.” Guthrie was the practical joker of the family, doing
anything to get a laugh. He spotted a dark figure ahead. “See that?”
“Yep.” Bull slowed. “He’s gonna freeze to death out here in that damn jacket.”
The man wore a navy blue windbreaker with the hood pulled low over his forehead.
“You planning to stop?” Ian asked.
“Can’t just drive by and leave him out there. Edgewater’s twenty miles back and
Buckhorn’s another forty ahead. What the hell do you want me to do?”
Ian didn’t trust many people, especially strangers. “He’s riding in back,” he said as Bull
pulled to a stop.
“Don’t be an ass.” Bull rolled down the window and yelled across the street at the man.
“You got a death wish or somethin’?”
It took the stranger a moment to move, but he eventually picked up his duffle bag and
jogged towards Bull’s truck. A few feet away, the slippery blacktop got the better of him and he
went down, hard, smacking his head.
Ian winced at the sound of skull meeting pavement. “Holy fuck.”
When the man didn’t stir, Bull cursed, zipped his jeans and got out of the truck.
“Open the back door.” Bull bent over the man while Ian stretched over the front seat to
release the catch.
“Is he dead?”
Bull lightly slapped the stranger. “Hey, buddy, you okay?”
“Is he dead?” Ian asked again.
Bull tried to lift the stranger, but shook his head. “Get out here and give me a hand, I
think the guy’s full of cement.”
Bull was the strongest man Ian knew. If he couldn’t get the guy to the truck, Ian doubted
he’d be much help. It wasn’t until he stared down at the unconscious man that he understood
why. “Shit, he’s a big one.”
“Yeah.” Bull glanced up. “Steady his head.”
Before putting his hands under the stranger’s head, Ian needed to know exactly where he
was injured. He pushed the man’s hood back and gasped.
“What?” Bull glanced at Ian before turning his attention to the unconscious man. “Okay,
he’s a blond, but he’ll be a dead blond unless we get him inside.”
“Right.” Ian swallowed and positioned himself. He supported Blondie’s head against his
chest and gripped the man under the arms in an attempt to lift as much of the guy’s weight as he
could. “Okay.”
“On three. One. Two. Three,” Bull grunted the last number as he hoisted Blondie into his
arms.
They moved together to load the injured man into the backseat. “I’ll stay back here,” Ian
said, resting Blondie’s head on his lap.
“Don’t get attached,” Bull warned, climbing behind the wheel. “He’s not one of your
stray dogs.”
Ian made a face at his brother. “You know you love my babies.”
Bull pulled back onto the road and headed toward the ranch at a safe speed. “Doesn’t
look like the snow’s letting up anytime soon,” he grumbled. “I think we’d better prepare for the
worst.”
Ian stared out the window at the blowing snow. Life was never dull, but winters were the
worst. After their father died, Ian had begged Bull to sell the ranch so they could move south, but
Bull refused, reminding Ian that the Westerfields had fought the Sioux for the right to ranch a
piece of the expanding Minnesota Territory one hundred and thirty-eight years earlier. Each time
Ian brought it up he was treated to an hour long history lesson about the search for a safe haven
and how the Westerfields had finally found it in what would become Chatham County.
Unfortunately, because of Ian, their family secret was no longer a secret, and Chatham was
definitely no longer safe for them.
A groan caught Ian’s attention. He tore his gaze away from the weather and down to the
blond man. Brilliant green eyes stared back at him. “Hey,” Ian said in a soft voice.
“Who are you?”
“I’m Ian and that gorgeous mountain of a man driving is my brother, Bull.” Ian lowered
his head and whispered, “His real name’s Quinton, but he hates it.” He sat back up and winked.
“What about you?”
“Yeah, I’d hate it, too.”
Ian chuckled. For someone who’d just smacked himself unconscious, Blondie was damn
quick. “Good, we’re in agreement then. So, tell me who you are?”
“Axel.”
“Cool name.” When Axel tried to sit up, Ian pulled him back down. “Relax. You knocked
your head damn hard. We’re taking you back to our ranch.”
Axel settled back down with his head in Ian’s lap and closed his eyes once more. “I think
he’s out of it again,” Ian told Bull.
“Good, listening to the two of you flirt with each other was turning my stomach.” Bull
glanced at Ian in the rearview mirror.
Meeting his brother’s big brown eyes, Ian pursed his lips and blew a kiss. “Don’t worry,
stud, you’ll never be replaced in my bed.”
* * * *
Axel Bennett woke with the urge to pee. He looked around the room, wondering where
the hell he was and spotted a man sitting in the corner.
“You’re awake.” The man rose and walked toward him.
“Where am I?”
“Tall W, my family’s ranch. I’m Bull.”
Bull. Axel remembered that name and another. “Where’s Ian?”
“Cooking dinner, but you don’t need to worry about him.” Bull towered over the bed
with his hands on his hips. He was a huge man, as broad of chest as he was tall, with dark hair
cut so short it looked more like a shadow than real hair.
“I need to use the bathroom.” Axel sat up and winced. He reached for the back of his
head and felt the goose egg.
“Yeah, you’re going to have a headache for a couple of days.” Bull picked a thick
terrycloth robe up from the end of the bed and held it out. “Your clothes were soaked. Ian’s
washing them.”
“Thank you, but that wasn’t necessary.” Axel had never been ashamed of his body, hell,
he’d even stripped for a living for a short time after he’d left home. He threw back the covers and
got to his feet. Swaying, he reached out and steadied himself with a hand to the dresser.
“Whoa there,” Bull said, coming to Axel’s aid. He draped the robe over Axel’s shoulders
and put an arm around his waist. “Just hold onto me.”
“I’m fine, just stood up too fast.”
Bull didn’t release Axel until they entered the hall bathroom. “You got it?”
Bull’s shoulders took up most of the small space, but Axel found the man incredibly
endearing. “Yeah, I’m good.”
“Okay, umm, sure, I’ll wait in the hall.”
Axel wanted to invite him to stay, but he didn’t want to push. He shrugged the robe off
his shoulders and let it pool on the floor at his feet. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Bull
hadn’t bothered to shut the door. Did he want to watch him pee?
Exhibitionism was one of Axel’s favorite pastimes, something that had landed him in
trouble with the law more than once. Be good, he warned himself. He decided to put them both at
ease by striking up a conversation.
Axel lifted the toilet seat and widened his stance. With one hand on his cock, he looked
towards the hallway. “So, do you always bring strangers home with you?”
Bull turned his head and stared directly at Axel’s cock.
“No.” Bull cleared his throat before looking away again. “So what were you doing
hitchhiking in these kinds of conditions? Do you know how fast someone can freeze to death out
there?”
“I was just passin’ through, looking for work. When it started to snow, I knew I needed to
find shelter, but yours was the first vehicle to even slow down.” Axel gave his cock a shake
before flushing.
“Didn’t have much choice after you slipped and cracked your head on the pavement.”
Bull walked back into the bathroom and bent to pick up the discarded robe. “I’d feel better if you
put this on.”
Axel took the robe and slipped it on. “Sorry, I thought maybe…”
“You don’t have to apologize.” Bull sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I just can’t
have you naked around Ian.”
Axel pulled the robe together and tied the sash. He didn’t have to wonder whether or not
Bull was gay, it was right there in those big brown eyes of his each time he looked at Axel, but
he hadn’t taken Ian into account. “Is he a homophobe?”
The sun bronzed skin around Bull’s eyes crinkled as he began to chuckle. “Just the
opposite, and that’s the problem.” He cut himself off and shook his head. “Oh, hell, Ian’s mine,
and if you’re going to stay here through the storm, you’re gonna have to know that. This is our
home and we’ve never been in the position to hide the way we feel about each other, and I don’t
plan to start now.”
Axel’s cock hardened at the announcement. He’d never been with brothers but that didn’t
mean he’d never fantasized about it. Although, he had to admit, small town Minnesota definitely
wasn’t the kind of place he expected to be confronted by such a delicious opportunity. “I’m cool
with that.”
Bull’s dark eyebrows drew together. “You’re not sickened?”
“Just the opposite,” Axel said, using Bull’s earlier response. He looked down at himself,
drawing Bull’s attention to his tented bathrobe.
“Ian’s mine, and if you aren’t careful you’ll find yourself out of here. I don’t give a shit
how cold it is,” Bull warned.
Although Axel was six-two and over two hundred pounds, he had a feeling Bull could
wipe the floor with him if the guy felt threatened. “I promise to keep my hands to myself.”
Bull nodded, obviously satisfied with Axel’s answer. “Let me go get you something to
put on.”
* * * *
Bull was met by a blast of hot air as soon as he stepped foot in the kitchen. His gaze went
to the large wood stove in the corner. “Jesus, how many sticks of wood did you put in that
thing?”
“It was freezing in here so I added some hedge.” Ian wiped the sweat from his chest with
a dishtowel. “Now I’m melting.”
Bull couldn’t help himself. The scene with Axel in the bathroom affected him more than
he would admit, and the sweaty six-pack in front of him only added to his aroused condition. He
grabbed Ian around the waist and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Breaking the kiss, Bull stared
down at his brother. “I told Axel about us.”
Ian’s eyebrows shot up, hiding under the dark tendrils covering his forehead. “Why the
hell’d you do that?”
“Because he’s not like the folks around here, and I didn’t want him hittin’ on you the way
he did on me,” Bull confessed.
“He hit on you? How?” Ian took a step back and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Walked around naked and let me watch him pee.” It sounded so stupid when Bull said it
out loud that he was almost embarrassed.
“Okay, I’ll buy the naked thing, but there’s no way in hell that you had to watch him pee
unless he held your fucking head down next to the toilet.”
Ian had a temper, always had, but it wasn’t often Bull was on the receiving end of it. Bull
knew he had to dig himself out of the hole. “You’re right, he didn’t force me. He was standing
there peeing and he started talking to me. I didn’t mean to watch and the act itself didn’t turn me
on or anything, but I thought you should know. Now I’m double thinking that decision. The
whole point of telling you was to warn you about him. I think he’s a player.”
A throat cleared in the doorway. “Sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt, but I think you should
know that Bull didn’t bite no matter how much bait I dangled in front of him.”
Ian glanced from Axel to Bull. “Don’t make me regret bringing your bait into my house.”
Axel grinned. “I’ve already been warned, so you don’t have to worry about it. I’ll keep
my hands to myself.”
“Fine.” Ian uncrossed his arms. “There’s one more thing I need to know.”
“Yeah?” Axel asked, obviously nervous.
“Do you prefer iced tea or water with your spaghetti?”
“Tea. Please,” Axel added.
Bull leaned over and gave Ian a quick kiss. The best thing about his brother was his
inability to stay mad for long. “Put your shirt back on,” Bull whispered in Ian’s ear.
“But it’s hot,” Ian complained.
Bull walked over and opened the window over the sink. A cold draft blew in along with
several snowflakes. “There, now, put your shirt on.”
Laughing, Axel took a seat. “The two of you fight like brothers but kiss like lovers. I am
so turned on right now.”
Ian shoved Bull away from the window and slammed it shut. He pulled the T-shirt over
his head before holding his arms out to the side. “There, ya happy now?”
Bull slapped Ian’s ass before taking his normal seat at the table. He reached for the big
bowl of spaghetti. “So, Axel’s looking for work,” he told Ian.
“But it’s winter, all our money’s going out and nothing’s coming in.” Ian plopped down
in his chair and handed Axel a basket of garlic biscuits. “No offense, man, we just don’t have a
lot of spare cash lying around this time of year.”
“None taken,” Axel replied. “And, if I can make a suggestion, I’d like to put in ‘work for
room and board’ if you’ll let me. It’s getting too late in the season to take off again, and I don’t
have anywhere else to hold up this winter.”
Bull thought about having Axel in the house all winter, and decided he liked the idea. As
much as he loved Ian, Minnesota winters were long and hard and it wouldn’t hurt to have
someone else to talk to. Besides, he liked Axel’s open attitude. He turned his attention to Ian.
“What do you think? It might be nice to have an extra set of hands to chop ice for the cattle.”
Ian chewed on the inside of his cheek for a few seconds. “No more dangling bait?”
“None. Unless, of course, you ask for it.” Axel bit into a biscuit and moaned. “Oh, yeah,
these are fantastic.”
Ian glanced at Bull. “He can stay.”
Chapter Two
Bull woke to the slide of Ian’s tongue up the shaft of his cock. He reached down and
buried his hand in Ian’s thick curls. “Morning, baby.”
“Stop calling me that. You’re only three years older than I am.” Ian winked and gazed up
the length of Bull’s body. “It’s not snowing, so I thought I’d celebrate.”
Bull chuckled. Their brief snow shower had turned into five full days of blizzard
conditions, resulting in almost three feet of blowing white powder. “Yesterday you woke me
with a blowjob because it was still snowing and you thought I needed something to make me
smile.”
Suckling on the knob of Bull’s cock, Ian nodded.
Bull tugged on Ian’s hair. “Just so you know, you don’t need an excuse. You’ve been
sucking me off for years, you should know by now that my dick is yours anytime you want it.”
Ian swallowed Bull’s cock down to the root, something he’d mastered over the years.
Bull closed his eyes and thrust his hips. Although Ian had always enjoyed a very active sex life,
things had cooled somewhat after Guthrie’s murder. As much as Bull hated to admit it, he had a
strong feeling Axel’s presence in the house had something to do with Ian’s reawakened libido.
Bull let his instincts take over and began to fuck Ian’s throat like it was his ass. He didn’t
blame his brother for being attracted to Axel, the man was sexy as sin with a personality to go
with it. Hell, Bull had done his share of watching their new houseguest slink around the house in
threadbare sweats.
The faster his hips pumped, the more noise Ian made, grunts, snorts and moans filled the
room of the century-old farmhouse bedroom, no doubt pleasing the Westerfield men who had
come before him.
When a shout of release sounded in the room above them, Bull’s body bucked in
response, shooting seed down Ian’s throat. He rode out his orgasm with his hands bracketing
Ian’s handsome face and wondering if Axel had jerked off thinking about what the brothers were
doing below him.
Ian reached up and held his cum-covered hand to Bull’s mouth. “Taste me.”
Bull lapped at Ian’s hand, consuming every drop before pulling his brother up and into
his arms. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“You’re kidding, right?” Ian stuck out his tongue to show Bull the milky white coating.
“I don’t think you’ve ever given me so much of yourself.”
Bull accepted Ian’s kiss with gusto, sharing the combined flavors of each of them. It was
the way it was supposed to be, the way it had always been. “I love you,” he whispered against
Ian’s lips.
Ian settled his head on the pillow next to Bull’s. He stared up at the ceiling and sighed.
“We might need to move Axel’s bedroom.”
“Yeah.” Even as he agreed, Bull wondered where they could possibly move Axel that he
wouldn’t be a temptation.
* * * *
With his thermal coveralls on over his jeans and flannel shirt, Ian made his way through
the groin-deep snow to the equipment shed. It was his turn to chop ice in the lake, the worst job
on the ranch during the winter months.
Throwing the doors open, Ian checked the straps holding the axe to the snowmobile
before he climbed on. He’d have preferred to take Checkers, his black and white pinto mare, for
a ride, but the snow was too deep.
The dogs soon joined him and began to circle around the machine. “Sorry, it’s too cold
out here for you,” he told the dogs. “Get back in the barn.”
Clementine let out a whine of resistance before turning to lead the way back to the
warmth of the barn.
The ride to the lake was harrowing, even on the snowmobile. Fucking snow. Ian was
determined to change Bull’s mind about leasing the ranch to someone else and moving away
from the cold winters and closed minds of western Minnesota.
The herd was huddled around the lake, waiting for Ian to do his job. “I’m coming. I’m
coming.” He climbed off the machine and unstrapped the axe. With a shove of the axe’s wooden
handle, the cattle slowly separated to allow him through.
Steps away from the frozen water’s edge, he came to a wall of heifers that refused to
budge. “Move it, ladies.” He jabbed the handle harder against them until they eventually stepped
aside enough for him to pass.
Shaking his head, Ian found his footing about five feet out from the bank and took the
first swing. “Stupid heifers,” he grumbled when impatient moos sounded behind him. Unlike his
ancestors, Ian had no use for women and obviously the heifers knew that because as soon as he
had the first hole opened, they began to crowd him again.
“Goddammit, get the fuck back,” he yelled, hitting one heifer on the nose.
The cattle settled and Ian went back to work. He’d started on his second hole when he
was slammed from behind by a wall of muscle. The axe was knocked out of his hands as he was
thrust forward, spilling into the hole he’d just created.
The air left his lungs as his momentum plunged him under the icy water. He scrambled,
reaching up for something, anything he could hold onto. He breached the surface and drew in a
lungful of air. Getting out of the freezing water and crawling his way across the ice took the
remainder of his energy. Collapsing on the bank, he was surrounded by cattle and dirty snow.
Although the snowmobile was only yards away, he had no idea how he’d make it. “Move
your ass, cowboy,” he heard Guthrie scream in his ear.
Ian blinked and struggled to get to his knees. It was pure determination that pushed him
to the snowmobile. He thought of the cell phone in his pocket and cursed as he pulled himself up
onto the seat. Home, he prayed.
* * * *
Axel finished feeding the horses and decided to spend some time with the dogs. Although
Ian and Bull seemed to love their pets, they were old-fashioned enough to believe that dogs
didn’t belong in the house. It wasn’t like the shaggy beasts were suffering though. They had the
run of the well-insulated barn with a doggy-door to the outside.
As Axel sat on a bale of straw, Chico, Max and Clementine happily rose from their beds
and bounded over. “Hey, guys.”
He pet the female Border collie-mix behind the ears and avoided Chico and Max’s sloppy
licks. As much as he hated to admit it, even soggy attention from the dogs helped soothe him.
The morning spent listening to Ian and Bull make love had almost killed him. As it was, he’d
thoroughly embarrassed himself by jacking off to their moans of ecstasy and had not only come,
but had called out loud enough for the brothers to hear him. “I may be sleeping out here with you
tonight,” he told the dogs.
Chico suddenly stopped vying for Axel’s attention and snapped his head toward the side
of the barn. In a flurry of fur and barking, Chico, Max and Clementine hit the doggy door at a
run. “What’s going on?” Axel yelled to the retreating dogs.
Taking the animals lead; he ran out of the barn and followed the sounds to the side
pasture gate. The dogs were yelping and circling the running snowmobile, but the body slumped
over the front didn’t move. “Shit!”
Axel threw the gate open and raced to Ian. “Get back,” he told the dogs, muscling his
way to Ian’s side. Ian’s clothing was covered with a layer of ice. It was obvious there’d been an
accident at the lake. Christ, Axel should’ve gone, should’ve left the brothers in bed together and
done the fucking chore himself.
Jumping on the back of the snowmobile, Axel did his best to steer the damn thing
towards the house. He found the horn and continued to press on it until Bull came out of the
house, wearing nothing but a thin T-shirt and a pair of flannel pajama bottoms. “What’s…Fuck!”
he growled when he recognized the shape on the front of the snowmobile.
Axel pulled to a stop at the bottom of the steps. “I found him outside the gate.” He
climbed off and grabbed Ian under the arms. “He must’ve fallen into the lake.”
Shaking his head, Bull scooped Ian into his arms. “I’ll take him.”
Axel refused to let go. He had no right to challenge his employer, but there’d be time for
arguing after they got Ian in the house and warmed up. “There’s no way you can get him inside.
I’m not trying to take him away from you. I just want to help.”
Bull conceded with a nod. “I’ll get his legs.”
Quickly, but carefully, they carried Ian up the porch steps and into the house. “Bedroom,”
Bull said.
“Don’t you think we should get him to a hospital or something?” Axel asked.
Bull shook his head. “We’re in the middle of nowhere. We can warm him faster than we
can get to a damn doctor.”
By the time they made it through the living room to the back of the house, Ian was
beginning to come around.
It was the first time Axel had stepped foot in the brothers’ bedroom, and it was warm and
cozy, unlike the barebones guest room he’d been given. He didn’t fault the brothers, after all,
he’d been told the room belonged to them while they were growing up. The thick down
comforter was covered in an expensive fabric that matched the heavy drapes and area rug.
“Sit on the edge of the bed and hold him up while I cut him out of these clothes.”
“Sssooo ccold,” Ian said, his teeth chattering so badly he could barely speak.
Bull rested his forehead against Ian’s. “It’s okay, babe, we’ll get you warm.”
Axel did as instructed while Bull rifled around in the top drawer of a large, antique
highboy. He came back with a nasty-looking hunting knife. “Make sure you hold him still.”
“You keep a knife like that in your underwear drawer?” Axel pressed his cheek against
Ian’s in an effort to warm what he could. He remembered something he’d read but resisted the
urge to rub Ian’s skin as Bull slowly exposed it.
“It was my father’s,” Bull replied, cutting away the thick canvas coveralls. “He was big
on protection.”
“The kind of protection a knife like that provides?” Axel helped remove Ian’s clothing a
piece at a time, trying his best not to stare at the leanly muscled body in his arms.
Bull tossed the last of Ian’s clothes onto the floor. “Just get undressed and help me get
him under the covers.” He pulled the blankets down and started to strip out of his clothes.
Axel swallowed. “You want me to get into bed with him naked?” He’d thought of little
else since he’d first met the brothers, but he knew his body wouldn’t behave, no matter the
circumstance.
“It’s the best way to warm him and two bodies have to be better than one.” Bull picked
Ian up and settled him in the center of the king-size mattress.
Axel removed everything but his underwear and crawled in behind Ian. He hissed when
his bare skin pressed against Ian. “Shit!”
“Yeah,” Bull replied. He scooted against his brother, sandwiching Ian between them. He
draped his arm over Ian and rested his hand on Axel’s lower back.
“Closer,” Bull urged Axel when Ian started to shake more violently.
Axel squeezed his eyes shut and molded himself fully against the shivering body in front
of him. He silently cursed his body’s reaction to the snug fit of his cock against the crack of Ian’s
ass.
His teeth chattering, Ian turned his head and met Axel’s gaze.
“I’m sorry,” Axel mumbled. “I can’t help it.”
Bull surprised Axel by sliding his hand down to the waistband of Axel’s underwear. His
fingers pushed under the elastic and brushed the rising swell of Axel’s ass. “I don’t blame you,
and we’ll deal with repercussions later, but first we thaw him out.”
Axel prayed he could last that long.
* * * *
Once Ian’s body started to warm to an acceptable temperature, Bull leaned up on his
elbow and stared at Axel. “Can you go make a cup of tea? Put an ice cube or two in it, we don’t
want it piping hot just warm.”
With a nod, Axel pulled away, giving Bull a glimpse of the hard cock that had been
pressed against Ian’s ass for the previous forty minutes. Axel met Bull’s gaze and held it for
several seconds. “I’ll hurry.”
“You do that.” Bull waited until Axel left the room before returning his attention to Ian.
“I think…”
“Yeah,” Ian said before Bull could finish his statement.
Bull mulled over the complications of getting sexually involved with an outsider. The
only person Bull had fucked besides Ian was Guthrie, and that had been expected, it came with
being a Westerfield. They’d promised each other after their baby brother had been killed that
they’d protect and love each other always. Bull was the only one who knew just how important
that vow had been. Although the thought of bringing Axel into their bed was exciting, it was also
worrisome.
“What’re you thinking?” Bull asked.
“That Axel’s cock was so big and hard I thought it’d chip a piece off my frozen ass.” Ian
looked up at Bull and grinned. “Now that I’m warm, I think it was worth it.”
Bull and Ian usually dealt with stressful situations with humor. Unfortunately, the
memory of seeing Ian crumpled over the front of the snowmobile wasn’t something he’d be able
to laugh about for a long time. He gathered Ian closer and leaned in for a kiss. Their mating of
tongues was anything but brotherly unless, you were raised to believe the purest love could be
found within your own family.
In typical fashion, the kiss soon got away from them and before he knew what he was
doing, Bull had Ian under him. He was in the process of spreading Ian’s thighs when a throat
cleared behind him. Bull broke the kiss and stared down at his beloved brother. “Even cold as a
fucking fish you turn me on.”
Ian smiled up at Bull before turning his gaze to the man standing at the foot of the bed.
“Is that for me?”
Bull whipped his head around so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash. He expected to
see Axel’s cock out and ready to take his turn at Ian. Although Axel’s cock was hard as steel
pressed against the thin fabric of his briefs, it was the cup of hot tea in his shaking hand that Ian
needed at the moment.
Bull gave Ian a quick kiss before moving to stretch out beside him. He ran his gaze up
and down Axel’s body, making no attempt to hide his interest or his erection. “Is it cool enough
for him to drink?”
“Should be.” Axel moved to sit on the side of the bed.
“Let him touch me,” Ian whispered to Bull. “I miss having a third in our bed.”
Bull brushed his fingers down Ian’s cheek to land on his brother’s collarbone. He’d often
joked that Ian came out of the womb horny and it had only gotten worse over the years. After
their mother’s death, Ian had been the one to warm their father’s bed even though Bull was
twenty-three at the time, well past the age that most of his cousins were indoctrinated into the
Westerfield way of life.
“Please?” Ian begged.
Bull nodded. “I reckon I could use another hand or two to keep you satisfied.” Although
he made it sound like he was teasing his brother, he knew in his heart that it was the truth.
Ian kissed Bull’s nose before sitting up and reaching for the cup of tea. “Would you like
to touch me?” he asked Axel.
“I’ve wanted nothing else since I woke up in this house,” Axel replied.
Bull could tell by the way Axel’s voice shook that he was nervous, but the Westerfields
never did anything half-way. Deciding to help the guy out, Bull reached over and grabbed Axel’s
hand. He gave the calloused palm a gentle squeeze before directing it to Ian’s cock. “He likes a
firm hand, but I think it would be better to go slow until he’s fully recovered.”
Axel wrapped his hand around Ian’s cock and just held it until Ian finished his tea. Bull
took the empty cup from his brother and set it on the table.
“If we’re going to do this, we need to get him back under the covers,” Bull instructed,
pulling the blanket back up over Ian.
Axel stretched out beside Ian without releasing his cock. “Tell me when you can handle
more,” he told Ian, before kissing him.
Bull leaned up on his elbow to watch. It was the first time Bull had seen Ian lock lips
with someone outside of the family and it was an odd site. Ian’s moan as the blanket at his crotch
began to rise up and down with Axel’s strokes started to have a direct effect on Bull’s cock. No
longer interested in feeling like an outsider, Bull scooted closer to Ian. He reached down and
cupped Ian’s balls.
Axel released his grip on Ian’s cock long enough to prod Bull’s hand down towards Ian’s
hole. “Let’s really get him warmed up.”
Bull pulled his hand back long enough to dig a bottle of lube out of the drawer on his side
of the bed. He gave his own cock a few tugs and leaned down to nuzzle his face against the side
of Ian’s neck.
“You want my fingers?” Bull asked his brother.
“Every minute of the day,” Ian answered, spreading his legs. He feathered his fingers
through Axel’s blond hair. “I bet your mouth is warmer than your hand.”
Axel chuckled. “Think so?”
Ian stretched his arms over his head and sighed as Axel ducked under the covers to suck
his cock. It was obvious that he enjoyed being the center of attention.
Bull moved quickly from one finger to two, knowing Ian could take the whole hand if he
felt like it. “You gettin’ warmer?”
“Mmm hmm,” Ian mumbled. “Do you remember the first time I stuck my finger up your
ass?”
Bull felt his face heat with embarrassment. Although the three brothers had done their
share of jerking off, both alone and together, it had taken Ian’s newfound expertise to teach them
how good it felt to touch each other’s assholes. “Yeah, you’d been sick with the flu for almost a
week. Dad said he was afraid you’d get me and Guthrie sick, so he insisted you stay with him in
his room. Mom had only been dead for two months at the time.”
“Dad said he tried to bring us in earlier, but mom forbade it.” Ian moved his hips under
Bull’s thorough exploration of his ass. “It was like Dad had a wealth of knowledge he was dying
to share.”
Bull didn’t refute Ian’s claim, but he had no experience to corroborate his brother’s
statement. Their father, Johnston Westerfield, had chosen Ian as his sexual partner and Bull and
Guthrie had been left to seek comfort in each other. Ian, on the other hand, had spent his nights
in their father’s bed and his free time during the day in the hayloft with his brothers. It had
always been a sore spot for Bull, but he’d never once blamed Ian for their dad’s preference.
Axel flipped back the blanket and stared up at Bull and Ian. “You fucked your dad?”
Ian laughed. “No one fucked my dad.” He pointed toward a picture on one of the
dressers. “Dad was bigger than Bull and a hell of a lot meaner.”
“Except to you,” Bull reminded Ian.
Ian shrugged. “That wasn’t my fault.”
Bull closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Ian’s shoulder. For months after their
father took Ian into his bed fulltime, Ian rarely spoke to his brothers. At first Bull and Guthrie
believed Ian no longer felt as though he needed them, but it was just the opposite. Ian loved his
brothers, and their father’s unfair treatment had made him feel guilty, so much so that he’d
almost completely shut down. “I know. I’m sorry I said it.”
Axel looked confused, but it wasn’t Bull’s place to fill in the details of Ian’s relationship
with their father. Bull decided to change the subject in an effort to put the smile back on Ian’s
handsome face. He pulled his fingers out of Ian’s ass and pushed back the covers, totally
exposing all three of them to the cool air of the bedroom.
“Shit, it’s cold,” Ian complained.
“You want my cock?” Bull asked.
“Of course, but I also need a blanket.” Ian reached down and tugged on Axel’s arm.
“Come and cover me up.”
Axel moved into position with little urging. He straddled Ian’s body and pressed their
chests together. “Now what?”
“Kiss me while Bull fills my ass.” Ian pulled Axel’s head down and began using his
tongue to fuck in and out of Axel’s mouth.
Bull picked up the bottle of lube and slicked his cock before pouring a good amount
down the crack of Ian’s ass. Before he put the bottle away, Bull stared at Axel’s hole. The
position that Ian and Axel were in, left Axel’s ass open to Bull’s hungry gaze. He pressed his
forefinger against Axel’s puckered hole and whistled when it slid in easily. Axel had been with
them for five days and unless Ian had been fucking the man behind Bull’s back, Bull guessed
Axel had been using a dildo or something to fuck himself.
“Do you need my dick, too?” Bull asked, sinking another finger deep inside Axel.
“Fuck, yeah,” Axel moaned, rubbing his cock against Ian’s.
Bull worked out the logistics in his head. Fucking Axel wasn’t an option unless there was
protection in the house. No way in hell would he risk Ian’s health. No matter how much he
wanted to fuck the hell out of Axel.
“We don’t have any rubbers. You bring any?” Bull asked.
Axel froze mid-grind. “Shit!”
“I can’t fuck ya without one, but there’re plenty things we can do until we can get you
into town.” Bull guided his cock to Ian’s stretched hole and resumed finger-fucking Axel. He
was disappointed that after making the monumental decision to bring Axel into their bed, they
wouldn’t be able to fully join with him until they dug the ranch road out and made a trip into
town.
“I don’t think doing it this once without a rubber would hurt,” Ian argued.
Bull thrust his cock deep inside Ian’s ass. He opened his mouth to answer Ian when Axel
beat him to it.
“It’s been a couple years since I’ve been tested, so I’d rather wait.”
Bull was thankful that Axel cared as much about Ian’s health as he did. His respect for
their new bedmate skyrocketed in that moment. His hips picked up speed as Axel began to fuck
himself on Bull’s fingers.
Bull’s eyes closed as he imagined, just for a moment, that he had Guthrie back. He and
Guthrie had dreamed of the day that they could share a bed with Ian without angering their
possessive father.
With a shake of his head, Bull opened his eyes. Remembering Guthrie only led him down
a road of bitterness, anger and guilt. He’d worked too damn hard to…
“Fuck!” Ian howled as he came.
With Ian’s orgasm dealt with, Bull decided to take care of his own needs. He added yet
another finger, lacking only his thumb to fuck in and out of Axel.
Axel’s moans grew louder.
Bull removed his face long enough to encourage his brother to finish Axel off. “Touch
him, Ian.”
Axel’s body began to stiffen, and Bull knew Ian had taken the man in hand. “Come,”
Bull growled, emptying his seed into his brother.
With a grunt, Axel bucked several times with the intensity of his climax.
Sated, Bull pulled out of Ian’s ass and dropped to the bed. He rolled to his side and
brushed Ian’s cheeks with his lips. “Did that warm you up?”
“Somewhat,” Ian answered. “We might have to do it again in an hour or so.” He winked.
“Just to make sure.”
Chapter Three
Axel worked with Bull for three hours the next morning to get the ranch road cleared of
snow. It had been a long day, but the thought of spending his first evening making love to the
brothers gave him the stamina he needed. “Is that it?”
Bull climbed off the tractor to stand in front of Axel. “The four-wheel-drive should get
you there.”
There was a somber expression on Bull’s face that Axel couldn’t read. “Have you
changed your mind?”
Bull wrapped a massive arm around Axel’s waist and pulled him close. “I want you. That
hasn’t changed.”
Bull leaned in and swiped his tongue across Axel’s lower lip before pushing inside. Axel
accepted Bull’s tongue with enthusiasm, moaning when he felt an erection press against him.
The thick length of Bull’s cock put Axel’s toy to shame, and he knew submitting to the brother
meant more to him than a way to pass the winter. Breaking the kiss, he stared at the ruggedly
handsome face in front of him. “I want you inside me.”
Nodding his head, Bull moved back and forth rubbing his cock against Axel’s. “I’ve
never fucked anyone but my brothers, never wanted to.” He kissed Axel again. “Until now.”
“Then let me get out of here and into town before the store closes,” Axel pleaded.
“It’s the truck. I don’t like the thought of you taking it into town.” Bull continued to grind
against Axel as he spoke.
“I may have arrived on foot, but I know how to drive.” Axel glanced at the new pickup.
“And I have no intentions of stealing it.”
Bull shook his head. “They know my truck. They’ll know you’ve been staying here if
they see you driving it.”
“So?” Axel had never cared what people thought of him.
Squaring his shoulders, Bull took a step back. “I’ll go. You stay here with Ian.”
“If you think someone’ll start trouble, don’t worry. I’m more than capable of taking care
of myself.”
“It’s not that,” Bull insisted. “They’ll say things.” He rubbed his hand over his heavy five
o’clock shadow. “They’ll try to turn you against us.”
Axel closed the distance between them and palmed the front of Bull’s jeans. “And they
won’t succeed.” He gave Bull’s cock a squeeze. “I’ll walk to town if I have to.”
Bull leaned into Axel’s touch. “I need to do this my way.” He touched the ends of Axel’s
hair with his fingers. “I wasn’t able to keep Guthrie safe, but I will do what I can to keep your
name from their lips.”
Axel knew the youngest Westerfield had been murdered, but did Bull really believe
buying a box of condoms would put Axel’s life in danger?
“Ian’s still weak. Look after him,” Bull said over his shoulder as he strode toward the
truck.
“Get a really big box,” Axel urged.
“I’ll get plenty. In the meantime, ask Ian to fire up the computer. If the storm hasn’t taken
out the satellite, he should be able to order one of those home HIV tests.” Bull opened the
driver’s door. “Keep him warm.”
“I will.” Axel watched as Bull made his way down the long ranch road. He started toward
the pickup when it seemed Bull was stuck, but before he could get far, Bull managed to rock the
truck back and forth until he got free of the loose, icy snow.
Once Bull made it to the county road, Axel climbed the porch steps. He stomped as much
snow as he could from his jeans and boots before entering the warmth of the farmhouse.
“Bull insisted on going, didn’t he?” Ian asked from the doorway to the living room.
Dressed only in a thick flannel robe, Ian was still pale. Axel unzipped the thick parka
Bull had loaned him and hung it beside the door. “Shouldn’t you be on the couch under the
covers?”
“I was lonely.” He untied the robe and let it fall open, exposing his nude body to Axel’s
hungry gaze.
Axel tore off his gloves and blew into his cupped hands. “Right now I could use some hot
coffee.” He stared at Ian’s flaccid cock. “I need to warm my throat before I suck on that cock of
yours.”
The corner of Ian’s mouth tilted up in a wicked grin. “Then follow me.”
* * * *
Bull entered the pharmacy and began to wander the aisles. He’d never purchased rubbers,
but he knew they were somewhere in the store.
“What do you need?” a male voice asked from behind him.
“Condoms.” Bull turned and looked down at Jim, the storeowner. No one in town liked
the Westerfield family, but money was money and they usually didn’t have a problem accepting
it.
With a disgusted expression, Jim pointed to the checkout counter. “We keep ‘em locked
up.”
Bull followed Jim to the counter and waited for him to unlock the display on the back
wall. There were so many different kinds. He didn’t have a clue as to what he needed, but he sure
as hell wasn’t going to ask Jim’s advice. “I’ll take them.”
“Excuse me?”
Bull gestured to the five rows of boxes. “I’ll take two of each.”
Grumbling, Jim removed the boxes. “I knew it was only a matter of time before one of
you Westerfield’s contracted something.”
“None of your business,” Bull warned.
“Perverts,” Jim mumbled. “Chief Mills should’ve locked you all up years ago.”
It had never been easy to control his temper around the men and women who looked
down their noses at his family, but Bull knew the police chief was dying to throw him in jail for
the slightest infraction. He held his tongue while Jim rang up the condoms. As soon as he had
what he’d come for, he would walk away.
Bull was surprised by the total. He prayed Ian and Axel would find that testing kit sooner
rather than later. He slapped his money on the counter and gathered the bag in his hand. “Just
give me my change and I’ll be outta here.”
Jim set Bull’s change on the counter along with his receipt. “Find somewhere else to buy
them from now on.”
Bull gathered his change and walked out of the store to find two men leaning against the
hood of his pickup. Shit.
* * * *
With a football game on the television, Axel continued to saw his finger in and out of
Ian’s asshole. Ian’s heavy-lidded gaze stared back at him from the opposite end of the sofa. “Feel
good?”
Ian nodded. “You’re my new favorite person to watch football with. Bull always gets
distracted by the game.”
Axel had been waiting for the right moment to talk to Ian about the relationship he’d had
with his father, but Axel didn’t want to ruin the easy mood between them. “Have you always
enjoyed sex?”
Ian narrowed his eyes. “You want to talk about my dad, don’t you?”
“I’m sorry. Guess I’m curious. I’ve never known anyone who slept with his father.” Axel
started to remove his finger, but Ian reached between his legs and held Axel’s hand where it was.
“I don’t talk about it around Bull.”
“Because he was jealous?” Axel asked.
“Because my dad was a possessive sadist who enjoyed using me against my brothers.”
Ian threw his arm over his eyes.
The pain the admission caused Ian was evident in his voice, and Axel hated himself for
bringing it up. Keeping his hand where it was, he slid off the couch and moved to kneel beside
Ian. “I shouldn’t have asked.” He kissed Ian’s jaw. “Please forgive me?”
“You haven’t done anything that needs forgiving. My father told me that as long as I kept
him satisfied, he’d leave Guthrie alone. Guthrie was only eighteen when my mom died, too
young.” Ian uncovered his eyes and stared up at Axel. “You would’ve liked Guthrie. He was the
best of us, but being made to do the things I did would’ve changed him, and I couldn’t live with
that.”
“Why didn’t you go to the police?”
Ian shook his head. “You don’t understand. It’s the way we are. It’s the way it’s always
been in my family. One is chosen and the others are supposed to get married so they can
continue the Westerfield name.”
“So Bull and Guthrie were supposed to marry and have kids?” Axel couldn’t imagine
Bull with a wife, let alone a bunch of screaming rugrats running around.
“Yep, but they refused to leave me here, alone with my father, so we made a promise to
love only each other.”
Axel pulled Ian close, forgetting about everything but the man wrapped around him.
“And then you lost Guthrie.”
“We didn’t lose him, he was murdered.”
“Don’t,” Bull said from the doorway.
Axel sat back on his heels. He hadn’t heard Bull come in and from the sound of it, Ian’s
older brother wasn’t happy about their topic of conversation. “I made beef stew for dinner.”
Bull watched Axel for several moments. “Then let’s eat.”
* * * *
Dinner was uncomfortable, and Bull knew it was his fault. When he’d walked into the
house earlier to find his brother and Axel sharing something as personal as the past, he’d
snapped. It had taken him years to put Ian back together after Guthrie and their father’s deaths.
Bull’s anger had nothing to do with the bond that he could see forming between Axel and
Ian and everything to do with family secrets. Secrets he’d been charged with keeping buried for
the good of the brother he loved.
Axel finished his stew and gently set his fork on the table beside his plate. “Would you
like me to leave?”
“No,” Bull answered before Ian had a chance to open his mouth. He knew he needed to
come up with an excuse for the way he’d behaved, but he couldn’t lie to Ian, not anymore. “I had
a run-in while I was in town.”
Ian’s fork dropped from his hand and clattered to the table. “Warren Long?”
“And a few others.” Bull pushed his plate away and leaned his forearms on the table.
Warren had owned the ranch next to the Tall W for going on twenty years. They hadn’t had a
problem with the man until he’d spotted Ian giving Guthrie a blowjob near the fence-line.
Warren had raised quite a stink with the town and with Bull’s father, and shortly thereafter,
Guthrie’s body had been found in that same field.
Bull knew in his gut that although Warren had played a part in his brother’s death, he
hadn’t been the one wielding the weapon used to bash Guthrie’s head in. But, getting Ian all
worked up wasn’t smart.
“Don’t worry. They just had a few questions about our new houseguest.” Bull glanced at
Axel. “Warren spotted you feeding cattle the other day.”
“Shit!” Ian jumped up, knocking his chair to the floor. He went over to Axel and
feathered his fingers through Axel’s short blond hair. “It’s not safe for you here.”
“Relax,” Bull said. “When I told Warren that Axel was only sticking around long enough
to get through the winter, he calmed down.”
“Why’d you tell him that, you stupid fucker?!” Ian yelled at Bull.
Axel blinked several times before reaching out to pull Ian into his lap. He ran his hand
down Ian’s cheek before kissing him softly on the lips. “I’d rather leave than put you in danger.”
Ian shook his head. “I swear to God, if any of those assholes step foot on this ranch, I’ll
blow their fucking heads off.”
Fuck. Bull was screwing up everything. It was obvious by the expression on Axel’s face
that his feelings had been hurt, yet he still cared enough to leave if it would keep Ian safe. “No
one’s going anywhere and no one’s shootin’ anyone. Got that? I just said it to get the hell out of
there without drawing more attention.”
Axel settled his arms around Ian’s waist and rested his chin on Ian’s shoulder. “So what
now?”
Bull stood and picked up his empty plate. “Now, we go on with our lives.” He stopped by
Axel’s chair and bent over to give both men a short, but deep kiss. “The two of you can do the
dishes while I go out and take care of the animals.”
Before Bull could walk away, Ian grabbed his hand. “Hang on, and I’ll go with you. I
think it’d be better if we did chores in pairs from now on.”
Axel slapped Ian’s thigh and urged him to a standing position. “I think you’ve had
enough of the cold for one day. I’ll go with him.”
“That’s not necessary,” Bull argued.
“Yes, it is,” Ian shot back.
“Fine,” Bull agreed.
* * * *
By the time Bull and Axel had chopped their way through the ice in the lake, they were
both exhausted. Axel pulled up his ski mask and wiped the sweat from his face before it had a
chance to freeze. “Isn’t there another way to do this?”
“It’s the way it’s always been done.” Bull climbed on the snowmobile. “Coming?”
Axel slid his axe into the leather sheath affixed to the snowmobile before sitting behind
Bull. It wasn’t his place to offer suggestions on how best to run the ranch, but risking life and
limb twice a day didn’t make sense.
Axel waited until they were parked in the equipment shed before bringing it up again.
“How much would it cost to buy troughs and set up solar powered water heaters for them?”
“Too much,” Bull grumbled.
“More than Ian’s life is worth?” Axel prepared himself for what he knew was coming.
“Because he could’ve easily died in the lake.”
Bull took several steps until he was nose to nose with Axel. “Leave my brother out of
this.”
Axel shook his head. “I can’t. I’ve seen firsthand what happens when someone puts
money above those they love, and it never ends well.”
“It’s not about the money,” Bull ground out. “It’s about you trying to tell me how to run
this ranch.”
“It has nothing to do with this ranch and everything to do with Ian.” Axel tore off the
borrowed coat and hat and threw them on the dirt floor. “Are you looking for a fight?”
With his hands fisted and resting on his hips, Bull narrowed his gaze at Axel. “Why is
this so important to you?”
“Because Ian’s important to me, and so are you, and if I have to knock some sense into
you, I will.” Axel prepared himself for an all-out brawl. There was no way he could win.
Although they were the same height, Bull was built like his namesake, and Axel would guess,
just as mean once you angered him.
Bull reared back, ready to throw one hell of a punch, but instead of his fist connecting
with Axel’s jaw, his hand wrapped around the back of Axel’s neck as he pulled him in for a hard
kiss.
Axel tasted blood and wondered how smart it was to continue the kiss. He tried to pull
back, but Bull kept him in place, moving to press him against the side of the equipment shed
wall.
Although Axel had enjoyed many sexual partners, he’d never trusted them, therefore,
he’d never engaged in unprotected sex. Trusting his instincts, he took the kiss deeper, giving
himself entirely to Bull.
With a moan, Bull broke the kiss and shook his head. “If you stay, you’ll be branded a
pervert by the town.”
Axel grinned. “My own father branded me a pervert when he caught me bent over the
hood of my car with his best friend’s dick in my ass. I don’t think I give a shit what strangers
think of me as long as you and Ian are safe.”
“Warren Long might call you names and turn others against you, but he won’t hurt you.”
“How can you be sure? According to Ian…”
“Warren didn’t kill Guthrie,” Bull said, cutting Axel off.
“How do you know? Did you see who did?”
Bull took a step back and picked up Axel’s coat. “No.”
Axel pulled on his coat and retrieved his hat. He could tell Bull knew more than he was
saying, but better to play it cool for the time being. “Come on. I’ll shovel shit while you get the
horses and dogs fed and watered.”
* * * *
After a long night of fucking, Bull woke without the usual pair of lips wrapped around
his cock. He reached out and ran his hand down a muscled chest, too broad to belong to Ian.
Opening his eyes, he watched Axel sleep, figuring the man deserved the rest after all the activity.
Bull eased out of bed and grabbed one of the robes. He shuffled out of the bedroom and
went in search of Ian. Going from room to room, he started to worry that Ian had gone out to
chop ice. The previous day’s accident had shaken him more than he liked to admit, even to
himself.
When a quick search of the main floor turned up no sign of Ian, Bull went upstairs. He
started down the hallway, but stopped when he heard Ian’s voice. Bull closed his eyes and
lowered his head when he recognized the song his brother was softly humming. You’ll Think of
Me had been Guthrie’s favorite song. He’d driven everyone crazy singing the damn thing night
and day even after it had dropped off the country charts.
Bull waited until Ian finished before continuing to Guthrie’s old bedroom. “Hey.”
Ian looked away from the Keith Urban poster on the wall and smiled at Bull. “Guthrie
always swore he was gay.”
Bull chuckled. “Bi, maybe, but that could be wishful thinking.”
Ian patted the quilt beside him. “You think he would’ve approved of Axel?”
“Yep.” Bull sat next to his brother but didn’t initiate contact, leaving it up to Ian. “I think
Guthrie would’ve been all over him.”
“When he was fucking me last night, for just a moment, I pretended he was Guthrie,” Ian
admitted.
Bull nodded in understanding. “Both blond, similar body types, yeah, I can understand
that.”
Ian shook his head. “But that’s the thing. I don’t think it was his hair or his size that
caused it.” He ran his fingers through his hair in obvious frustration. “Hell, maybe that had
something to do with it, but it was the way he touched me. I felt…cherished.” He looked up at
Bull. “Is that totally stupid? He’s only been here a week.”
Unable to resist any longer, Bull wrapped his arms around Ian. “I get the feeling he’s
been looking for somewhere to belong. Who the hell knows, maybe we’re the first to give him
the chance?”
“You’re not,” Axel said from the doorway. “But until now, I’ve never wanted to belong.”
Bull was suspicious by nature and he couldn’t let the moment pass without clearing a few
things up. “So why now? Why with us, or is it because we’re brothers and that’s exciting to
you?”
Axel nodded. “At first.”
“And now?” Ian asked.
“Now? As much as I’d like to be part of this family, with everything that entails, I know
I’ll always be an outsider to the two of you.” Axel turned and left the room without another
word.
“We have to stop him,” Bull said, rising from the bed. “He said it himself, he wants to
belong.”
“But at what cost?” Ian asked. “Will we be putting him in danger?”
Like Guthrie, Bull added silently. He closed his eyes, knowing the time had come for the
truth. “You know those big wire cutters that went missing around the same time that Guthrie was
killed?”
Ian went still. “Yeah.”
“I saw Dad throw them into the lake that day.”
“Maybe they were broken,” Ian offered.
“I didn’t tell you at the time because I didn’t realize what I’d seen. After you found
Guthrie’s body, I’d hoped Warner had done it, but in my heart, I think I knew the truth.”
“What’s the truth, Bull?” Ian asked.
“Guthrie and I were told to stay away from you. When Dad heard what Warren had seen
in the field that day, I think he went out to confront Guthrie,” Bull began.
“Did you confront him?”
“Not right away. You were so…sad, and I had no one left to talk to.” For two years after
Guthrie’s death, Bull had lived only for Ian. He’d never felt so alone in his life, but he’d known
to seek comfort in Ian’s arms meant a likely chance he’d end up like Guthrie.
“But you did eventually, right?” Ian prodded.
“Yeah, and he admitted he’d let the argument with Guthrie get out of hand. Dad said the
first blow was an accident, but after Guthrie went down, he couldn’t stop himself from making
sure Guthrie never again touched you.”
“So, it’s my fault he died,” Ian mumbled.
“No,” Bull cried, shaking Ian by the shoulders. “You and Guthrie are the only innocent
ones in this mess.”
Ian stared at Bull. “What do you mean? What did you do?”
Bull had replayed the confrontation with his father every day since the day it had
happened. “He told me that if I said anything, he’d kill you.” He broke eye contact.
With his hands bracketing Bull’s face, Ian forced Bull to meet his gaze. “Did you kill
Dad?”
“No. He died of a heart attack. I just didn’t do anything to help him.” He could still
remember his father’s pleas for help. Although he wished he could go a day without hearing
them in his head, he wouldn’t have changed the outcome for all the peace in the world. His father
had deserved to die.
Ian wrapped his arms around Bull. “Okay.”
“Okay? That’s all you have to say?” Bull had expected hurt…anger…something.
Ian kissed Bull softly on the jaw. “I’ll deal with what you’ve told me later. Right now a
new member of our family is leaving us, and I don’t plan to let him go without a fight.” He took
a step back. “Are you with me?”
Bull swallowed around the lump of emotion lodged in his throat. Despite his father’s
sadistic treatment and the loss of Guthrie, Ian still had the biggest heart Bull had ever known.
“Yeah, I’m with you.”
Chapter Four
Four Months Later
Drenched, Axel stepped into the equipment shed and took off his cowboy hat. Although
he’d initially agreed to stay through the winter months, he’d found himself completely in love
with the brothers by spring. “The river’s overflowing its banks in the south pasture.”
“Good,” Ian said from under the hood of the tractor.
“How’s that good?” Axel took off the long duster Ian had given him for Christmas and
hung it on a hook.
Ian straightened and grabbed the red oil rag out of his back pocket to wipe his hands. “It’s
early in the season. By the time it’s warm enough to plant, the soil should be perfect. It’s why we
farm the lowlands and put the cattle on higher ground.”
Axel watched Ian closely. Ian looked sexy as hell no matter what he did or what he wore,
but there’s was something impressive about a man who was still drop dead gorgeous in a pair of
dirty jeans and greasy white wife beater. “You about done?”
Ian’s left eyebrow lifted. “You got something else for me to do?”
“Yeah.” Axel stuck his thumbs in his front jeans’ pockets, drawing Ian’s attention to the
hard cock trapped behind his fly.
It was a good thing they had three of them doing chores because with at least one sex-
break a day, everything seemed to take them longer. Axel unzipped his jeans and, as predicted,
Ian sank to his knees.
Ian used the tip of his tongue to circle the crown of Axel’s cock before capturing the
knob with his lips. Axel leaned heavily against the wall and buried his fingers in Ian’s curls.
“Yes.” He moaned as Ian took him further down his throat.
The door beside Axel opened and Bull stepped into the shed. “I just—” He stopped
abruptly and took in the scene. “You’ve started without me?”
Axel reached out and grasped the back of Bull’s neck. He pulled him in for a deep kiss
before answering. “We don’t have lube in here, so we wouldn’t have gotten far.”
Bull reached down and cupped Axel’s sac. “Let’s move this into the house. I have
something I need to talk to the two of you about.”
Ian slid his mouth from Axel’s cock. “Is something wrong?”
“Yeah, but first things first.” Bull released Axel’s cock and pulled Ian to his feet. He
kissed his brother with the confidence of someone who had done it for years. Breaking the kiss,
Bull opened the door. “The rain’s stopped. Let’s go.”
Axel reached down and pulled his jeans up onto his hips. He grabbed his duster and led
the way out of the shed without bothering to zip up or cover his cock. They were in the middle of
nowhere and they often fucked or sucked out in the ranch yard, so walking to the house shouldn’t
have been a big deal.
“Ahh, fuck,” Bull said from behind Axel.
“Yeah, I see them.” Axel quickly stuffed himself back into his jeans and zipped up as
four pickup trucks came barreling up the drive. “What do they want?”
Bull squared his shoulders and started toward their visitors. “Ian, you and Axel go into
the house and let me deal with them.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Ian argued.
“Neither am I,” Axel chimed in. He had no idea what the men wanted, but he wasn’t
about to abandon the brothers. The trucks stopped several feet from them and men started piling
out, angry expressions on their faces. “Who are they?”
“Warren Long, Geoffrey Gilhause, Morgan Tibbs and, fuck, Chief Mills, although what
the hell he’s doing out of uniform is anyone’s guess,” Bull said.
“I’ll give you one guess what they’re all doing out here,” Ian answered.
“Chief.” Bull nodded his head. “What can we do for ya?”
Mills held out an envelope. “We want you to move on. There’s no longer a place for you
in Chatham County.” He shook the envelope. “This is a more than fair offer for your place and
livestock.”
Bull crossed his arms. “We’ll stay.”
“Yeah, see, that’s not really an option for you anymore. It’d be best if you take the offer
and get on out.”
“No.” He looked over Mills’ shoulder and addressed the rest of the men. “Now, you’d
best get off my land before I make a call to the state police.”
“Go ahead. I’m sure ole Sam will be interested to hear just what you Westerfields do all
day,” Mills said with amusement.
“We raise cattle, put up hay and grown corn. What’s wrong with that?” Ian asked.
“Don’t bullshit us. We know what you Westerfields are doing out here,” Mills spat out.
“In case you’ve forgotten, incest is against the law, both man’s and God’s.”
Bull held his hands out to the side. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. We’re just
three men trying to keep our family ranch afloat. Now, if you have proof otherwise, feel free to
talk to the state police. In the meantime, get your fuckin’ asses off our land.”
Axel noticed one of the men reach into the back of his truck. “Bull,” he warned. “Rifle.”
Bull reached into his front jean’s pocket and pulled out his cell phone. “Yes, please
connect me with the Minnesota State Police.”
“What the hell’re you doing?” Mills asked.
“Trying to get you and your friends off my property.” Bull turned his attention away from
Mills. “Yes, this is Mr. Westerfield at the Tall W ranch in Chatham County. I’d like to report a
group of trespassers.”
Mills held up his hands. “Fine. We’ll leave.” He waved the manila envelope. “Take the
offer, or things could get very uncomfortable around here for you Westerfields.”
* * * *
“Sonofabitch!” Bull yelled, throwing his hat to the ground.
“The bull was on Warren’s side of the fence,” Mills said, a smug expression on his face.
“Didn’t mean he had to shoot him,” Axel argued.
“Legally, he was trying to protect his property, in this case, his heifers,” Mills explained.
“That’s bullshit and you both know it. There wasn’t a Goddamn thing wrong with this
fence.” Bull wanted nothing more than to rip Warren’s head off his shoulders. He glanced at
Axel. As much as he wanted retribution for his prizing winning bull, he knew Mills was there to
toss him in jail if he tried something. Staring down at the bull, he wondered if any of it was
worth it. For the first time in his life, he felt like giving up.
Without a word, Bull walked to the four-wheeler and pulled tools out of the back. He
handed his cell phone to Axel and pointed to the bull. “Take pictures for the insurance while I
get the fence repaired.” He stared at Warren and Mills. “I’ll take care of it.”
“That offer’s still on the table,” Mills said, before taking off towards his pickup.
Bull waited until Mills and Warren were gone before changing his mind once again. He
threw the tools back into the four-wheeler and motioned for Axel. “You got pictures?”
“Yep.” Axel jogged over and handed Bull his phone. “You want help with the fence?”
Bull shook his head and got behind the steering wheel. “Fuck it. The bull was the only
thing in this pasture. All I want is to get home.”
Axel jumped in. “So what about the bull?”
“I’ll file a claim with the insurance company when we get home. The quicker we can get
a check, the faster we can put it behind us.”
The remainder of the ride to the house was a quiet one. Bull had too much on his mind to
make idle conversation and anything important he had to say would require Ian and Axel to both
be present.
* * * *
Axel set a plate of sandwiches on the coffee table. “Thought you might be hungry.”
Ian smiled and patted the cushion beside him. “Join us, this involves you, too.”
Taking a seat on the sofa, Axel leaned over and gave Ian a quick kiss. “Not really. This is
your place. I’ll go along with whatever you decide. Just tell me where to go, and I’m there.”
“Which is why you have an equal say,” Bull said. “You’re with us now, and things
around here could get really ugly.”
Ian pulled Axel closer, making himself the filling in an Axel-Bull sandwich. After the
winter they’d spent together he couldn’t believe Axel still had doubts about their feelings toward
him. “We love you. You’re as much a part of this family as a born Westerfield.”
Axel scrubbed his face with the palms of his hands. “I appreciate that, but you’re wrong.”
He lowered his hands and looked from Bull to Ian. “The only connection I have to this place is
the two of you. Given that, I don’t understand how you could think a piece of land is worth what
could happen if those men come back.”
“Westerfields have cared for this ranch for generations,” Bull said in way of explanation.
“Yes, I understand that, but that was before people found out,” Axel pointed out.
Ian thought back to the day Warren Long saw him give Guthrie that blowjob. “It’s my
fault,” he mumbled.
“Stop it,” Bull warned.
Ian pushed away from both men and stood. “I knew better than to mess around that close
to the property line. I went out there to apologize to Guthrie for being an asshole earlier in the
day.”
“It’s not your fault.” Bull reached for Ian.
Ian pulled back. “Yes, it is. You’re not listening to me! I’m the one who thought a
blowjob would smooth things over between us. I didn’t give a fuck where we were or who
could’ve been watching.” Turning away, he crossed his arms over his chest and moved to stand
in front of the window.
Two strong arms wrapped around him from behind. “It’s natural for brothers to argue.”
Bull kissed Ian’s neck. “Just like it’s natural for us to have sex after making up. Hell, how many
times have we fucked on the kitchen table after a fight?
“A lot,” Ian mumbled. “But that was inside, not on the fence-line.”
“Doesn’t matter to me. I’ve never once blamed you or Guthrie for what happened that
day.” Bull put his hands on Ian’s shoulders and turned him around. “But I will blame myself if I
hang onto this ranch and something happens to you or Axel. I’m the one who’s been adamant
that we keep it, probably more out of fear than anything, but it’s not worth the risk anymore.”
Ian never thought he’d here those words from Bull. “You’re willing to sell the Tall W?”
“Willing? I wouldn’t exactly say that, but resigned? Yeah.” Bull led Ian back to the sofa.
“The question is, where do we go?”
Ian shook his head. He’d never lived anywhere else.
“You’ve got other family, right?” Axel asked.
“Yeah, there’re Westerfields spread out all over the country, but we’ve never met ‘em.
Dad had some kind of falling out with his brothers before he married Mom.”
Axel nodded his head. “You’re not your father. Reach out to them, and see if they know
of a safe place.”
“I don’t think I’d even know how to find them.” Bull rested his head on the back of the
couch. “I remember Dad getting a postcard from Pennsylvania once. There was a picture of a
horse-drawn buggy on it. I saw it in the trash and started to dig, but Dad told me no that it was
garbage.”
“Pennsylvania,” Ian echoed. “Okay, so we start there.”
* * * *
For the next several days, Axel tried to give the brothers breathing room. It wasn’t that he
felt he didn’t belong, because no one had ever made him feel more welcome, it was the sense of
loss the brothers seemed to carry with them.
In the end, Bull and Ian had decided to a different deal with the co-op that had been put
together to buy them out. They had agreed to move, but they refused to sell the land that their
ancestors had fought so hard to keep, deciding instead to grant the co-op a lease, to renew every
twenty years at the Westerfield’s discretion.
Bull and Ian had visited the family cemetery earlier in the day to say their goodbyes to
Guthrie. When they returned, their eyes had been swollen and their emotions so raw, Axel had
offered to take care of the chores so they could spend time together. He didn’t consider it a
sacrifice, more a nurturing instinct he hadn’t known he possessed.
With a soft knock on the bedroom door, Axel stuck his head in. Bull and Ian were
wrapped around each other, sharing soft kisses and tears. He hated to interrupt, but neither had
eaten a thing all day. “I made a pot of chicken and rice soup. I thought that way you could eat it
whenever you’re up to it.”
Bull broke his kiss with Ian and reached for Axel. “Join us?”
Axel undressed as he made his way to the bed, kicking off his jeans before sliding in next
to Bull. He didn’t know what to say to ease their sorrow, but he knew how to make them feel
loved. “Let me take care of you,” he whispered to Bull.
His brown eyes shining with unshed tears, Bull stared back at Axel. “We’ll take care of
each other.”
Axel slid his hand down Bull’s powerful chest. He stroked Bull’s cock, gathering pre-
cum before moving lower to the relaxed skin of his hole. It wasn’t often that Ian fucked his
brother, but the cum that met Axel’s fingers told him more than words ever could. Ian had
obviously done his best to soothe his brother after their visit with Guthrie.
Because Bull would refuse any attempt at coddling, Axel whispered, “I’m going to fuck
you while you do Ian.”
Bull nodded and spread his legs. “I want it hard.”
Then that’s what you’ll get. Axel leaned over Bull’s torso and kissed Ian while he
continued to slide three fingers in and out of Bull’s hole. “Love you.”
“Love you back.” Ian groaned as Bull joined in the kiss.
The tongue play intensified and in no time Axel’s ass was filled with fingers he presumed
were Ian’s. Damn, the brothers knew how to fuck without reservations. Whether they were
giving head in the barn or finger fucking their way through a meal, the Westerfields lived life to
its fullest, putting aside society restrictions to live by their own code. It was more than
refreshing, it was commendable in his opinion. He’d met plenty of hypocrites. Men who would
gladly fuck the shit out of him during the week as long as he didn’t look them in the eyes while
they were doing it. Of course, those same men would then play the righteous husbands and
attend church with their wives on Sunday morning.
Axel heard the snick of the lid on the lube bottle and soon Ian’s cock nudged at Axel’s
hole. “I thought Bull was going to fuck you?”
Ian shook his head. “My ass has been fucked enough for one afternoon. It’s your turn.”
“Wait, let me get inside Bull first.” Axel grabbed the bottle and slicked his cock. “Roll
over, big guy.”
“What am I supposed to do?” Bull asked.
“Enjoy, that’s the point.” Axel leaned over Bull’s body and kissed his spine. “Sometimes
it’s okay to be taken care of.”
Bull looked over his shoulder as Axel eased his cock inside. “What the hell’s wrong with
you two?”
Axel grinned. “Nothin’, not a damn thing.” He waited until Ian’s cock was snugly buried
in his ass before starting a rhythm. It took several strokes before they were in sync, but holy
fuck, once they were, it was magic.
The squeeze of Bull’s ass around his cock was every bit as exquisite as the cock
pounding into his own ass. Although Axel had planned to take care of Bull, it seemed he was on
the winning end at the moment. “Yes,” he shouted.
“Harder,” Bull growled.
Axel glanced over his shoulder. “Let’s give the man what he wants.”
With a nod, Ian braced himself with hands on Axel’s hips.
“Take it, all of it,” Axel said as he pistoned his hips, fucking Bull harder and faster than
he’d done before. With each withdrawal of Axel’s cock, Ian penetrated his ass. He was riding the
edge of climax, but he knew the brothers weren’t finished yet. To be fair to himself, he’d not
been fucking all afternoon like they had, but he hated the thought of coming before they did.
Ian, who always seemed in-tune with Axel’s body, whispered in his ear. “Go ahead. I’ll
finish my brother.”
Axel wasn’t giving up without a fight. He continued to fuck in and out of Bull’s ass until
his body seized and cum shot from his cock. Panting, he pulled out of Bull and dropped to the
mattress, making room for Ian. He watched closely as Ian’s impressive length shoved deep into
his brother.
“So fucking sexy,” he said, trying to catch his breath. He moved to lie under Bull and
pulled his head down for a kiss. As he probed Bull’s mouth with his tongue, he wrapped a hand
around Bull’s cock and began to jerk him off. “What does it feel like to have a fresh load inside
of you while being fucked by another?”
“Fantastic, but you should already know that,” Bull said, grunting half the words.
“I do know thanks to you and Ian, but I wanted to hear it from you.” Axel squeezed
Bull’s cock. “You’re always giving of yourself. It’s time you learn to take what’s offered.”
Bull groaned. “Is this your way of asking for my ass more often?”
Axel pressed his thumb against the slit on the crown of Bull’s cock. “You and Ian touch
each other freely, but you’re more reserved with me. I hate that,” he confessed.
Bull’s seed covered Axel’s hand and stomach as he came.
“I touch you all the time,” Ian said, slamming into Bull from behind.
“Yes, you do, and I love it.” Axel stared into Bull’s eyes and lifted his cum-covered hand
to his mouth. As he slowly licked each digit, he heard Ian cry out his own climax.
Bull lowered himself on top of Axel. “It’s not easy for me to fully trust, but I’ll try to do
better.”
“That’s all I ask.” Axel sealed his lips over Bull’s and felt their connection deepen
further. He would have happily stayed on the Tall W if the brothers had decided, but he was
grateful they were moving on.
* * * *
“Hey, what’re you doing?” Ian walked into the study wearing nothing but his robe.
“Trying to figure out what to burn and what to pack.” Bull held up a stack of paperwork.
He hated cleaning out shit, hated the thought of spending his last night in the house he’d been
born in.
Ian moved one of the paper piles and sat on the desk in front of Bull. “It’s our chance to
start fresh…new herd…new ranch.” He draped his arms over Bull’s shoulders. “According to
Charlie, our new place couldn’t be in a better location for keeping out prying eyes.”
“I know.” Although, he hoped West Virginia would be the safe haven they hoped for,
Bull was starting to wonder if such a place existed.
“Axel and I made a pallet in front of the fireplace in the living room. Join us and you can
burn all this shit. We’ve got all the important stuff, what’s left is either crap or fifty-years-old.”
Unable to resist, Bull reached out and untied Ian’s robe. “Will you ever get enough?”
“Of you and Axel?” Ian spread his legs and rested his feet on the arms of Bull’s chair.
“Nope. You got a problem with that?”
Bull leaned in and licked Ian’s nipple. He had more work to do if they were going to pull
out in the morning, but touching, loving, Ian helped remind him why he was leaving it all
behind. With a sign of surrender, Bull stood and began to undress. “If I come with you now, you
have to promise to pack through the night if necessary.”
Ian climbed off the desk and helped rid Bull of his jeans, underwear and socks. “You
worry too much. While you’ve been in here taking your little trip down Memory Lane, Axel and
I have packed up the kitchen and the linen closet.” He rocked back on his heels, looking awfully
proud of himself. “As a matter-of-fact, I can’t think of a single thing that hasn’t been packed
besides these stupid papers you’re hoarding. What the fuck have you been doing in here all
evening?”
Bull opened the bottom drawer and pulled out a thick leather-bound book. “I found this in
the back of Dad’s file cabinet.”
“What is it?” Ian reached for the book, and Bull handed it over.
“I guess you could call it a rule book. Joshua Westerfield’s writings. It lays out exactly
how his children were raised and guidelines for each generation thereafter.” Bull took the book
out of Ian’s hands and threw it across the room.
The demons Bull had fought against since first discovering the book were back in full
force. “Generations of men groomed by their fathers to take their children to their beds, all
because Joshua Westerfield was in love with his own son.”
Bull gathered Ian in his arms. “Do you think we love each other because we were taught
to?”
Ian shook his head. “Dad was selfish, remember? He forced me into his bed, but it was
you and Guthrie who taught me how to truly love.”
Bull released Ian and moved to pick up the book, deciding it was time they wrote their
own future. “Grab a stack of those papers and let’s build up that fire.”
With a smile on his handsome face, Ian nodded. “I’d love to.”
About the Author
An avid reader for years, one day Carol Lynne decided to write her own brand of erotic romance.
While writing her first novel, Branded by Gold, Carol fell in love with the M/M genre. Carol
juggles between being a full-time mother and a full-time writer. With over one hundred releases,
one thing is certain, Carol loves to keep busy. Although series books are her passion, Carol
enjoys the occasional stand-alone title.
Carol loves to hear from her readers. You can email her at carol@carol-lynne.net. She also has
two websites http://www.carol-lynne.net and http://www.cattlevalley.net.
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