McLeod, Anitra Lynn - Dirty Cowboy (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove) (11 page)

“Now, Everett. I need to feel you again.” Dalton wouldn’t take no for an answer. Parting his legs around Everett’s hips, he sank down into the water until he entwined Everett. “As dust devils we can blend, but this, oh, Everett, this is so much more intimate.”

Dalton’s eyes were huge and full of longing. Everett echoed his craving. He was filled with a curious blend of white-hot passion and slow wanton love. What they had as dust devils was unique and wonderful in its own way, but joining their bodies this way—there was nothing better.

Holding his gaze, Dalton eased himself down onto Everett’s cock. So slowly did he go that Everett bit his bottom lip to hold back a bellow of need. After all this time, it wasn’t just the physical sensation of penetrating Dalton that held Everett in thrall. It was the way Dalton looked at him. They shared a connection that nothing, not even death, could take away.

Balls deep, Everett refused to let Dalton move. He wanted to hold him this way, keep him bound to his body, and feel all of him. Taking his time, he teased his fingers over Dalton’s face, his throat, his chest, back, and arms. When he eased his hands down to his buttocks, Dalton clenched his body around Everett’s cock with a rhythm that matched Everett’s breathing.

“What are you doing?” He’d never felt anything as good.

“I learned that from you.” Dalton continued to quiver around Everett’s shaft, prompting him to clutch his hips and rock gently.

Going slow made everything more intense. When his climax rose, Everett slanted his lips over Dalton’s, and kissed him as he pumped his pleasure deep into Dalton’s bottom.

Clinging together, breathing hard in the afterglow, they let the world move around them as they stayed perfectly still.

After a very long time, Dalton whispered, “And to think that you didn’t want to shift to human.”

Everett chuckled. His fears seemed almost silly now. Softly, he whispered back, “I was afraid of losing you.”

“I know.”

They stayed entwined in the spring for a long time. Only the coming night compelled them to leave the water. Naked and laughing, they lay upon the bank, debating what they would do with themselves. The one thing that Everett knew for certain was they were going to do exactly what Dalton had wanted to do in the first place. They were going to stay right here.

They made crazy love for days and might have continued on but for the demands of their human bodies.

“We have to have the basics for when we’re human. Food, shelter, warmth—”

“A bed to make wild love in,” Dalton interrupted.

“That, too,” Everett said with a grin. He looked around at the hills that encircled the spring. “We should be able to build something tucked back around here. Something we can hide from nosey travelers.”

They found a good spot for a simple lean-to, but privacy wasn’t their biggest problem. How in the world were they going to get supplies? Without clothes, they couldn’t approach the wagon trains, not without a great many questions. It was Dalton who suggested they riffle them in the dark.

“If we take only a little bit from each group, they’ll never notice.”

Everett agreed. They also agreed to never take anything from folks in dire need. If worse came to worst, they could shift to dust devils. Their needs in that form were far less. Everett had his concerns about remembering, but Dalton thought if they shifted together, they could minimize the risks.

They lived at the spring all through that summer. When travelers came, they headed for the hills, watching and waiting until the cover of darkness.

Over the months they outfitted themselves well, and inadvertently, they drove people away from the spring. Everett believed it was the unearthly howl Dalton made when Everett teased him beyond endurance. That sound rising from the area around the spring in the dark was more terrifying than the yipping of coyotes. If only they knew it was the sound of pleasure and not a tortured soul!

Word quickly spread that the oasis was haunted by two ghosts. One a prankster who stole things and the other a tormented gunslinger who bemoaned his fate. After a time, travelers stopped coming altogether as another spring was found. It wasn’t as nice, but that spring held no scary stories.

They didn’t have enough to see them through the winter, so they had to shift. Holding hands, they did so, and emerged entwined, with full memories. Dalton speculated that maybe the not remembering part was because he hadn’t had anything worth remembering until he met Everett. Everett agreed, and thought his own blankness came from his inexperience with shifting altogether. The more they shifted, the easier it became, and the more they remembered.

After five summers of picking off items from travelers, they had created a cozy little lean-to with all the items two men could ever need.

And finally, at long last, Everett and Dalton found a place where they belonged.

THE END

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