McLeod, Anitra Lynn - Dirty Cowboy (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove) (3 page)

“Hungry?” Everett decided that if Dalton wasn’t much of a talker, he would save his breath. He could speak in one-word questions if that’s what the man wanted. Maybe Dalton was a loner and not used to talking. Funny that after too much time alone, Everett wanted to jaw the night away. Not about anything in particular. He just wanted to talk. Just his luck to end up with a tight-lipped companion.

The man stood and touched his belly. “I could eat.”

“Well, hell, I ain’t forcing you.”

“No, you aren’t.” While lowering his head but keeping his gaze pinned to Everett, Dalton smiled. It was the most bizarre look anyone had ever given him. Uncomfortable with the scrutiny, Everett turned away. Now he understood how him just sitting in the saloon looking at folks had gotten him in trouble. It
was
disturbing to be watched so intently.

“Let’s get you dressed first.” Without waiting for agreement, Everett moved to the back of the wagon. If the man didn’t want to wear the blanket, that was fine, but he was going to put something on to cover up his thoroughly distracting form.

This distance from the fire, the pops and crackles died down and the music of prairie insects rose up. Cool air with the barest taste of moisture soothed Everett’s heated face. There was something off about this man, this Dalton Hicks. Something not necessarily sinister, but something not entirely wholesome, either. No matter how hard he tried, Everett couldn’t quite put his finger on what was wrong with him, but his gut told him to be wary. And if Everett had learned nothing else, he’d learned to trust his gut.

“Does my nudity bother you?”

“Damnation!” Everett jumped about a foot in the air. “Will you stop sneaking up on me?”

Dalton didn’t apologize. All he did was smile. And damn it all to hell, but that grin of his was becoming less strange and more alluring by the moment, especially back here in the dark. That kind of expression caused Everett to consider that if he propositioned the man, his attention would be more than welcomed. But Everett had been wrong before. The last thing he needed was to have to sleep with one eye open because of an angry fellow.

Once he got his heart back under control, Everett asked, “Aren’t you cold?”

As he had before, Dalton touched himself then said, “Now that I’m away from the fire, I am cold.”

Shaking his head at the utter bizarreness of this man, Everett climbed up into the wagon.

“I’ve got an extra pair of pants, and I think there’s a shirt or two in here…” He trailed off as he pushed the mounds of gear around. He might be good at building a fire, but he couldn’t organize his equipment to save his soul.

“I don’t want to trouble you.”

“No trouble,” Everett said, but he would trouble himself because if he didn’t, he’d end up staring at the man all night. And what in the world would he do when it came time to bunk down? There was one blanket and two men. That could add up to a wild night of wicked pleasure, but it could also equal a long night of uncomfortable posturing. Everett decided he’d cross that bridge when he got to it. Spending the evening with this most curious man should give him some hints as to which way the wind blew.

As Everett pawed his way through the gear, going by feel in the dark, he realized that Dalton seemed to be able to talk like a normal human being. Perhaps he just didn’t want to. When Everett glanced over his back, Dalton was standing by the wagon, watching him so intently it was as if he were the naked one.

“You are very kind,” Dalton said.

“Yeah, well, you’re in need, and I was taught to do unto others, and—ah, here we go.” Everett tossed the pants toward the open end of the wagon. Just as he laid his hand on what he thought was a shirt, he felt a hand on his leg. Since his two hands were busy, it had to be Dalton’s hand on his calf.

Time stood still.

Dalton’s hand was gentle, curious, but also intriguingly possessive.

“To do unto others?” Dalton asked.

Everett didn’t have to look to know Dalton had just climbed into the wagon. He’d felt his hand gripping along his calf for balance, and then, once Dalton had gotten in, his hand slid up to the crook of Everett’s knee. What had seemed a rather big area got mighty small in a big hurry.

“You know, that bible thing?” Everett coughed to dislodge the massive lump that abruptly filled his throat. “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” All of the sudden that phrase took on a most decidedly dirty connotation in Everett’s mind. That inner voice was more than a mite upset that he was twisting around the word of the lord even unintentionally.

“I should do unto you what I want you to do unto me?” Dalton asked, his voice closer in the dark, and terribly suggestive.

“Yeah, I guess so.” Everett struggled to keep his voice from cracking again. Once his eyes adjusted to the dark, he noticed the light from the fire danced against the canvas of the wagon, giving the shadows inside an orange glow. When Dalton’s hand fell away, Everett couldn’t decide if he was more relieved or disappointed. He didn’t have time to ponder the feeling for long.

With the skill of lifelong cowboy roping and tying a calf, Dalton had him on his back in less than a second. If the man had had cord on him, Everett had no doubt Dalton would have had his legs and one arm trussed up by now.

Before Everett could ask what the man thought he was doing, Dalton slid his way up his body, and kissed him full on the mouth.

As Dalton deepened the kiss, a hurricane of thoughts blew through Everett’s mind, not the least of which was that he’d finally found that something, or rather someone, he’d been looking for.

All his life he’d been seeking, finding disappointment, and moving on. But not this time. Their joining ended the frustration that had plagued his life. Everett thought he could stay right here, with this man, forever.

Deepening the kiss further by grabbing the back of Dalton’s head, Everett rolled until they were now pressed side by side. Dalton’s hair was still damp, and the length allowed Everett to thread the strands through his fingers. His hair was as soft as feather down.

When Dalton opened his mouth and swirled his tongue along his, Everett thought he would climax. That powerful surge he’d felt earlier when he’d touched his lips was multiplied, echoed, expanded until his entire form became filled with white-hot lightning.

Dalton tasted of a cool breeze on a hot summer day—refreshing, sweet, and blissful. When Everett breathed deep, all he could smell was clean flesh.

Everett pulled back. “Heaven help me, I must smell awful.”

“No.” Dalton pulled him close. “You smell like earth, and you taste of painful longing.”

Dalton’s eyes seemed enormous in the orange-tinged dark, hypnotizing and compelling.

This time, when Dalton merged their mouths, Everett didn’t pull away. From the way Dalton was kissing him, he welcomed his taste, no matter how raw he might be.

Hungry hands tore at his clothing, pushing the fabric aside to reveal sensitized flesh. Dalton spread his palms over Everett’s chest then lowered his mouth to one hard nipple. Hot and wet, his tongue made circles there before he switched to the other, then back.

As if compelled by Everett’s secret inner voice, Dalton worked his mouth over his chest, going lower, and lower. As he worked his way down, Dalton deftly undid and pushed Everett’s pants aside.

Just when Everett thought he would die from yearning, when he thought this marvelous stranger had gone as far as he dared, he went lower and took Everett’s cock into his mouth.

Energy poured into his body, causing him to arch up. His moan filled the night, cutting off the sound of nocturnal creatures. Bliss unlike anything he’d known caused him to question if this were real or a dream. Reaching down, Everett cupped the top of Dalton’s head, marveling at the feel of his hair and the way Dalton forcefully rocked his hips by cupping his ass. Most men tried to hold him still, but not this curious stranger.

Everett hadn’t had many lovers, but he’d never had a man take after him so thoroughly. Dalton sucked him with his full attention focused on Everett’s pleasure. He did things with his teeth and tongue that had Everett writhing against the bare boards of the wagon. A backside of splinters might greet him in the morning, but right now, he didn’t care.

When Dalton pulled away, a cry of remorse tore out of Everett’s throat before he could stifle himself.

“You are so lonely,” Dalton said.

Everett agreed with incoherent babbling. Once Dalton’s mouth returned to his penis, he thought he would never feel alone again. Come hell or high water he was going to keep this man at his side.

Swirling his tongue around the crown of Everett’s cock, Dalton looked up at the same moment that Everett looked down. Their eyes locked, and there, in his gaze, Everett saw his own troubles reflected back. The connection caused Dalton to pull away again.

“Just like you, I’ve been seeking.” Dalton settled on his knees so he could use his hands along with his mouth.

“Yeah?”

With his mouth over the length of his shaft, Dalton nodded, which bobbed his head and drew Everett’s cock almost to the back of his throat.

Sputtering, lost in the most intense pleasure, Everett groaned, “And this is the time you decide to talk?”

Drawing his mouth away completely, Dalton gripped up on Everett’s dick with both hands. He grinned. “I thought you wanted me to talk?”

“Sure—just—does it have to be right now?” Everett was so close to climax. All the thoughts he’d ruthlessly suppressed earlier, those wicked images of what he wanted to do to the stranger’s mouth, were washed away by the actual vision of his far too perfect lips slipping over and around Everett’s cock.

Lowering his hands to Everett’s balls, Dalton kissed the tip of his aching prick and whispered, “I like the taste of you, the feel of you.”

Dalton’s mouth was everywhere, making Everett crazed with a need to touch him, but Dalton was too far away. Desperate to do something with his hands, Everett reached above his head and pressed against the wooden slats of the wagon. Wood creaked as he pushed in an effort to hold his body still for Dalton’s openmouthed kisses and caressing hands.

Dalton ate at him with crazed hunger, wicked and free. In this pure moment, nothing but their two bodies, desperately seeking and wildly twisting, existed.

“I won’t let you go.”

With that, Dalton dropped his head down until Everett’s cock was fully buried in his mouth. While he sucked hard, Dalton rolled Everett’s balls in his hand. Even though canvas covered the wagon, Everett saw stars as he climaxed. His entire body lifted up as if drawn into Dalton. Over and again he shook as he poured his pleasure into Dalton’s waiting mouth. Rather than pull away, as others had, Dalton welcomed his thrusts. He encouraged him to rock his hips as the orgasm tore through him. For the longest time, he was without form. Vapor, or pure sensation, just free of all the demands of his body. He felt no hunger, no thirst, no longing.

For the first time in his life, for the only time in his life, Everett felt complete.

Without waiting for his twitching cock to still, Everett reached down and hauled Dalton up. When he kissed him, he tasted his climax on Dalton’s lips, but beyond that, he savored Dalton’s own sweet flavor.

“You’re grinning.” Frankly, Everett had never known a man to be so satisfied with another man’s pleasure. Most of the men he’d been with had been in a hurry to get off and get away before they got caught.

“I wanted to make you happy, and I have.”

Rolling him over, pressing him down when he tried to sit up, Everett said, “I’m so happy I’m trying not to bust into song.” With a grin, he palmed then delicately twisted Dalton’s nipples.