Boone's Cowboy [Rescue for Hire 8] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (2 page)

Pre-cum dampened his boxer briefs when Flynn removed his jeans. Thick thighs lightly covered in hair drew his eyes to a hard cock straining the material of Flynn’s briefs and peeking out the top of the
waistband
. Seconds later, the briefs were lying on the
floor,
and Boone couldn’t take his eyes off of that pale, scrumptious bubble butt.

The cowboy climbed on the bed and sat back against the padded headboard hanging on the wall. “Take off those clothes, pretty baby, and come on up here.”

Boone couldn’t believe his luck. One of the handsomest, most intriguing men he had ever met, wearing nothing but a cowboy hat, wanted to get down and dirty with him. Boone tore at his clothes and let them drop to the floor. On his
knees,
he crawled across the bed to Flynn.

“That’s new. I’ve never been with someone with no hair there before,” Flynn commented, looking down at Boone’s groin.

Explaining his bare skin, Boone said, “I live an active lifestyle. There’s nothing worse than
hair
pulling or chafing when I’m in the middle of some great adventure.” He’d shave if he had to, but for him, waxing was the way to go. Hair didn’t stand a chance staying on his body. “Besides, I love the feel of a hairy man against my skin.”

“Oh yeah?” Flynn raised one eyebrow.

“Oh yeah,” Boone said in a
low,
smooth voice.

Leaning forward, he laid both hands flat against Flynn’s hard abs before running them up through the thick hair
on
his chest. At the same
time,
he let his body lower down against Flynn’s. By the time his hands encircled Flynn’s neck and were buried in Flynn’s hair, Boone had their bodies pressed tightly together.

A large hand cupped the back of Boone’s head and pulled him down. Firm lips captured his. Boone liked to kiss and hated it when a man refused to. Flynn Wakefield knew how to
kiss,
and Boone’s toes curled as he fell under its spell

Lips caressed and claimed. Boone needed a full taste and brushed his tongue over Flynn’s lips. When Flynn’s tongue touched his, Boone joined in
on
a dance of flesh against flesh.

Hands explored Boone’s back, tracing down his spine to his ass cheeks. They were caressed, squeezed, and blunt nails scraped over them. Boone broke the kiss and raised his head, looking down at Flynn in surprise. His balls had never pulled up that fast by one long touch of a hand before.

Flynn reached under the pillow next to his head and pulled out a square foil package. He held it between two fingers in front of Boone’s face.

“Put it on me,” Flynn ordered.

Boone grabbed the foil and scooted down. The coarse hair on Flynn’s thighs felt delicious against Boone’s bare balls. Now it was Boone’s turn to explore with his hands.

He wrapped his fingers around Flynn’s thick, cut cock. Giving it a firm stroke upward, he made sure to run his thumb over the thick vein on the underside. His reward was Flynn sucking in a short breath and tightening his abs.

Boone started a rhythm of stroking Flynn’s fine cock with one hand, making sure to add a twist to the spongy, thick head. With his other
hand,
he cupped Flynn’s sac and used one finger to tickle the flat skin between his balls and hole.

Flynn’s hips bucked up and pre-cum oozed out of the tiny slit in the center of his cockhead. The thighs under Boone’s ass moved restlessly.

He used his teeth to tear the foil open and quickly slid the thin latex over Flynn’s straining dick. Flynn held an open tube of slick before
him
and
squeezed a little
onto his fingers. Boone enjoyed every second of thoroughly greasing up Flynn’s cock. He even rubbed some over the man’s balls for good measure.

Flynn held the tube of slick up again. Boone looked at it before looking up at Flynn, not sure what he wanted.

“Come up here and kiss me while you get yourself ready,” Flynn ordered.

Desire surged through Boone’s body. His fingers trembled when he held them out for Flynn to put a dollop of slick on them. Boone braced himself on one arm and leaned down to kiss Flynn. Spreading his legs wider, Boone raised his hips and found his hole with his fingers.

Hands cupped his
head,
and Flynn kissed him hard as Boone sank one finger into his ass. He knew it would be a rough ride if he didn’t take the time to prepare his hole, but oh did Boone want to feel that big
cock
stretching him wide as quickly as possible.

By the time he had three fingers moving easily, sweat had
coated
his
body,
and he was practically whimpering. One of Flynn’s hands left Boone’s head. The remaining hand shifted, and fingers buried themselves
in
his hair.

Boone almost came when a large finger pushed inside his hole beside his own fingers. The stretch was incredible.

Flynn pulled his lips away and let go of Boone’s hair before he whispered, “Ride me.”

At that
point,
Boone didn’t need to be asked twice. Dragging his fingers out of his hole, he sat up. As he shifted over Flynn’s cock, for a minute he thought Flynn wanted to fuck him with his finger still in his body. Something about that had a steady stream of pre-cum running down the side of his prick.

Flynn’s finger moved around inside his hole, fucking it a few times before Flynn removed it. Flynn grabbed the base of his cock, holding it up so Boone could maneuver it against his hole. Boone wanted to shout with joy when that fat dick finally breached the muscles guarding his
hole
and slid inside.

Boone stopped moving, giving himself a minute to adjust to Flynn’s invasion. Looking up, Boone met Flynn’s blazing green gaze. Slowly, he lowered his body onto Flynn’s dick until his balls pressed against Flynn’s belly.

Now it was time to ride his cowboy. Boone lifted up until only the head of Flynn’s cock remained inside. With one swift
move,
he powered down, letting the thick appendage split him wide. The burn was so good Boone shouted in pleasure.

With the next
stroke,
Flynn shifted and nailed Boone’s prostate.

“Shit, damn, fuck,” Boone yelled.

Boone couldn’t stop. He rocked his hips back and forth before circling them around. Lifting up, he made sure to squeeze his muscles tight, holding on to every inch of Flynn’s cock as it withdrew.

The world shifted as Flynn flipped him onto his back and hooked his legs over Flynn’s shoulders. Now his cowboy was riding him. Deep, long strokes powered into Boone.

Boone
screamed,
and spunk coated his stomach. Above
him,
Flynn shouted, his deep voice echoing in the room. Shivers raced through Boone’s body when warm cum filled the condom in his ass.

The big cowboy collapsed down next to Boone, both of them working on catching their breaths.

* * * *

In the dim
light,
Flynn watched Boone quietly put his clothes on. He would have
been pissed
that the man was sneaking out on him, except after the second time they had screwed each other’s brains out Boone’s dark gaze had searched his face for a few moments.

“I need to get some shit together,” he said.

“Okay,” Flynn agreed, not sure where this was going.

“Maybe
once
things are settled, and if we are in the same area, we could see each other again,” Boone said.

Flynn knew Boone had no idea he was running his hand through the hair on Flynn’s chest. Since they’d climbed into bed, Boone’s hands had never stopped moving over his skin.

“Sound’s good to me,” Flynn answered, and Boone’s smile lit up his whole face. Flynn knew right then that he and the pretty baby weren’t finished by a long run.

Now Flynn’s conclusions were verified when Boone picked up Flynn’s wallet and looked at his driver’s license. Next he found his phone in his pants pocket and activated it. After finding what he was looking for, he returned it to Flynn’s pants. As Boone slipped out the door, Flynn smiled.

“She has to die. Kill her. She has to die. Kill her,” kept running through Eddie Barrett’s head.

Eddie had spent long hours
starching
his
long-sleeved
camouflage shirt and matching pants to perfection. A nick or scratch didn’t exist on his calf-length army boots after he meticulously cleaned and buffed them.

With
clear-edged
precision,
he shaved his hair as close to his head as possible without rendering himself totally bald. Eddie took great care in
cleaning every inch of his body, including under his nails.

A set of
handguns
lay in the middle compartment of his army-green backpack. A breakdown semiautomatic rifle shared the space with the guns. The extra ammunition stored in the side pockets would give Eddie a chance to show the world that he would not be thrown away by some weak, sniffling bitch.

Strapped to his chest under a multi-pocket vest, Eddie had a special gift for her and anyone else who stood in his way. He would show them all, especially the bitch, that he held all control over everything in his world.

A half hour later as he walked into the mall, Eddie couldn’t believe how many people kept stopping him to shake hands and thank him for serving their country. He’d never served in the armed forces. How stupid they were. They had no clue his intentions were to kill the fools who messed up
order
.
Maybe
even them if they got in his way.

The bitch worked in a jewelry store right off the food court in the mall. Eddie never understood the concept of paying lots of money for rocks. But for many years his wife Judy’s income selling rocks paid the bills while Eddie had a few troubles getting his head together. They kept telling him he needed to keep taking medication for a
bipolar
disorder. Eddie didn’t
agree
and didn’t take them when he felt good. Why should he waste good money if he didn’t need it? The disability checks that came every month were never large enough to buy the stuff he wanted, much
less
pills that made his mind cloudy.

Eddie stood in the opening
of
the jewelry store. His gaze slowly surveyed the glass cases of sparkling rings and necklaces, set on each side of an aisle shaped in a half circle. He concluded there was only one way in and one way
out
unless you did something messy like walk in the out. Eddie hated people who interrupted the logical flow of things by being messy.

Judy looked up from wiping one of the cases with a white cloth. Smiling, she put down the cloth and bottle of cleaning solution before walking around the case to the aisle. Eddie frowned when he observed that she walked down the logical
up side
of the aisle.

“Eddie, did something happen? Do you need anything?” Judy asked.

He had to admit she was still a pretty
woman
at thirty-two. The jewelry store dress code insisted she wear
high-end
stylish clothes, and she kept herself in halfway decent shape. Every month she wasted good money having her hair
colored,
and someone painting her fingernails and toenails.

“I need to talk to you.” Eddie kept his face blank. She didn’t need to know how hot his anger simmered just under the surface.

Judy hesitated and searched his face for a few moments before she nodded. “Let’s go to the back of the store where we can have more privacy.”

Eddie walked to the correct side of the aisle before heading to the back of the store. He went behind the counter and followed Judy through a door to a room that contained several sets of tables and chairs, a refrigerator, and a microwave oven.

Judy turned to him. “Why are you here, Eddie? Is something wrong?”

“Yeah, I’d say there’s something wrong. I wanted to get some stuff from the hardware store, so I went to get the credit card out of the desk where you keep it.” Eddie leaned over his much shorter wife. “I found divorce papers in one of the drawers.”

Judy’s eyes
widened before she managed to compose herself. Stupidly,
she put a hand on Eddie’s arm. “Those were from last year, Eddie. You knew about them. That’s why you agreed to go
to the hospital
and get your medication schedule adjusted.”

Eddie looked down at the hand on his arm. If she didn’t move it quickly, he had no problem blowing her head off.

Judy must have seen something on his face. Smartly, she snatched her hand away and stepped back. Eddie liked the fear on her face. Now she respected him.

“Eddie, I need to get back to work. Why don’t you go home? I’ll be off in another
hour,
and then we can talk.” Judy’s weak smile didn’t reach her eyes.