after being fired from his last position for seducing the boss’s son. It
doesn’t take much for him to prove his skills with horses, so he’s taken on,
but soon he clashes hard with Chip Henson.
different, but not for long. No matter how hard they try to resist their
attraction, eventually they give in to their need. They start leaving notes for
each other, and others notice and warn them to be more careful.
Chip’s job. When he learns that his departure sent Chip off the rails, he knows
he needs to risk everything and go back for him.
The cowboy slid off his horse and into Simon’s waiting arms, his hat tumbling
off his head as Simon held on to him tightly. Simon pulled him into the shadow
of the mill, pleased that he could finally bury his chilly face in Chip’s neck,
his nostrils full of the strong, rich scent of his man.
eventually. “Didn’t know if you’d get my note.”
were waiting for me with rifles before I left.”
before they could shoot me.”
on even tighter, aware of just how close he’d come to losing him.
Chip dig his fingers almost painfully into Simon’s back. Simon relished the
pain. It reminded him they were both still alive.
“Next time we go together.”
We can’t take that risk.”
stubbornly.
shoulders to grasp him around the upper arms. “Don’t, Simon. You know we can’t
risk anyone finding out about us. I only just escaped this time. Next time it
could be you, and I can’t have that.”
brown eyes, carved deeper into Chip’s face in the year he’d known him. “And I’m
not gonna to spend my life wondering if you’re goin’ to turn up. We can’t be
together as lovers, but we can be together as friends.”
“If keeping us safe means we stop fucking,
then….”
Chip pressed his lips together, then gave a short
nod. “Friends.”
Simon went to step away, but somehow he ended up
with his mouth mashed against Chip’s, his hands tangled in Chip’s hair, and
Chip’s erection a rigid line pressing into his hip.
The throaty noises Chip made as they kissed just
ramped up his excitement.
Simon growled deep in his throat and pushed Chip
against the mill wall. “Fuck, I’ve missed you so much.”
“Missed you too.” Chip hauled Simon down to kiss
him again.
“No lube,” Simon groaned.
“Ya got spit.” Chip’s hands were busy at Simon’s
flies.
“It’s gonna hurt.” Simon was just as busy, dragging
Chip’s jeans down his legs.
“Don’t care, not now. Just want you.” Chip turned
in Simon’s arms and placed his hands against the rough wall.
Simon pulled Chip’s ass toward him, bare and
beautiful, and all his. He ran his work-roughened hand over the tight asscheek.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Chip laughed roughly. “You need to see the doc,
Woody. I ain’t beautiful.”
“You are to me. You’ll always be more beautiful
than any of them painted whores in the Drink.”
“Thanks, I think.” Chip gasped as Simon spat on
his fingers. “Hurry.”
Simon held Chip’s shoulder and slowly worked his
fingers into Chip’s ass. “Just you wait. I’m not gonna hurt you.” He withdrew
his fingers and spat on them again. He worked Chip until he was as prepared as
he could get him.
Chip smacked the wall as Simon pushed in.
God, he was so tight. Simon wanted to ram in
until he couldn’t go any farther, but he wouldn’t hurt Chip. “Too much?”
“Faster,” Chip gritted out. “I’m not gonna
break.”
Chip might not, but Simon felt he was about to
fly apart at the seams. He sank into Chip’s heat until he could rest against
Chip’s back. He breathed across Chip’s ear, feeling the man shiver.
“Don’t let me go,” Chip whispered.
Simon held him tighter. “I’m never gonna let you
go.”
to stay exactly where he was, Chip’s body tight around him and Simon’s senses
full of his man.
children. When she isn’t following their orders, she can be found plotting at
her laptop. In fact she hides so she can plot and has gotten expert at ignoring
the orders.Sue discovered M/M erotica at the
time she woke up to find two men kissing on her favorite television series. The
series was boring; the kissing was not. She may be late to the party, but she’s
made up for it since, writing fan fiction until she was brave enough to venture
out into the world of original fiction.
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