Ty Hard
By L.E. Harner
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2011 by Laura Harner
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Published in the United States by Hot Corner Press
ISBN 978-1-937252-04-5
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Dedication
To Andy and Steve.
Dare to follow wherever love leads.
I would also like to acknowledge the help from some of the very best:
Liz Crowe, Lisa Worrell, and Sherry Smith
Also special thank you to Dan Skinner for the beautiful cover image.
Without this cover, there wouldn’t have been Ty Hard.
I am proud to count you all among my friends.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Tyler Hardin climbed from his truck in front of a sprawling adobe ranch house and
wondered what in the hell had happened. Six or seven cowboys on horseback cut sharp
turns around a small knot of horses, pushing them with waves of arms and hats,
steering the small herd toward the open gate at the rear of the paddock. Other men
stood around the yard or leaned on the split rail fence that surrounded a small kitchen
garden. No matter what they were doing, everyone’s attention was on the Lifeline
helicopter and whatever emergency had brought the air-borne ambulance out to the
remote Willow Springs Ranch.
The door to the chopper slid closed and as the blade speed increased, the steady
whop, whop, whop reverberated through him and threatened to take him places his mind
didn’t want to go. Shouldn’t go. Pushing the memories away, Ty squinted against the
bright Arizona sunshine and tried to make out the figure of his friend, Frank ‚Gibby‛
Gibson among the cowboys. Gibby would be the short, overweight one, if he could find
him.
‚Not sure what you’re selling, but this isn’t a good time.‛ The voice came from
behind him and was right out of a wet dream. It was an intoxicating mixture of whisky
and smoke, a deep baritone that settled somewhere low in his belly.
‚What happened?‛ Ty asked, shielding his eyes and trying to get a good look at the
man standing in the shade of the courtyard arch.
The cowboy nailed him with a steely dark gaze that seemed to blaze from his
handsome face. His voice vibrated with barely controlled anger. ‚I can’t see any reason
it should concern you. Now state your business or get the fuck off my ranch.‛
The long, rangy cowboy was at least four inches taller than Ty’s own six-foot frame.
He wore a tight pair of jeans and a white tee shirt that stretched across his lean, muscled
chest. A white straw cowboy hat and dusty, worn boots completed the perfect picture.
While the cowboy waited for an answer, Ty stepped forward and peered beyond the
shadow cast by the brim of the big man’s hat. Ty could make out a strong, chiseled face,
deep cleft chin, and dark eyebrows raised high in apparent disbelief that his question
hadn’t been immediately answered.
‚The Willow Springs is your ranch? That makes you Cass Cartwright. Sorry. Should
have introduced myself right away. My name’s Ty. Tyler Hardin. I’m here to visit Frank
Gibson. Gibby? Look, I didn’t mean to impose, I can stay back in Kingman<‛ he trailed
off as a spasm tightened Cartwright’s face into a grimace.
‚Fuck. You’re his friend from the Navy.‛
Ty did a slow blink at the brusque tone and bought himself a moment of time before
he answered. ‚I used to be his friend from the Navy. Medical retirement,‛ he said
pointing to the fresh scar that creased from his eyebrow to jaw line. It had taken the
field surgeons sixteen hours, plus two more surgeries stateside to put him back
together. A regular Humpty Dumpty. After six months in rehab, the doctors declared
him well enough to discharge and cut him loose from the only life he’d ever wanted.
Gibby was the closest thing to family Ty had. The old man had invited him to stay at
the ranch while Ty figured out what to do with his life. He wasn’t about to explain their
relationship to Cartwright, not until he knew what was happening.
‚This way,‛ Cartwright said with a stiff jerk of his head. Then he turned on his heel
and led the way into the cool interior of the adobe ranch house.
What was going on? Had his old friend been wrong about his boss? Gibby said
when he’d talked to Cartwright that the rancher welcomed another pair of hands and
he could stay as long as he wanted. Now it looked like he was about to get the
unwelcome mat, instead. Shit. He should have called Gibby from Flagstaff, given him a
little notice that he was almost here.
He watched silently as Cartwright moved to what looked like an entertainment
center. When Cass opened the doors, however, Ty realized the cabinet was a minibar,
complete with small refrigerator. ‚Beer or whisky?‛ Cass asked, taking a glass from the
shelf. His gravelly voice slid over Ty, as comfortable as an old pair of faded jeans.
Drawing on an icy control that had served him well in the Navy, Ty pushed the
flutter of attraction back into his mental lockbox. God knows a working ranch wasn’t
the place for that part of him any more than the Navy had been.
‚Neither. I don’t drink. Too many meds. What’s going on? Where’s Gibby?‛ Tension
tightened his stomach and he shot out the words, no longer interested in manners.
Cartwright’s jaw clenched and his knuckles tightened around the glass he was
holding. ‚Fuck, fuck, fuck,‛ he growled. Turning quickly he threw his glass, shattering
it against the fireplace. Without looking at Ty, Cass said in a low voice that vibrated
with emotion, ‚Gibby was in that helicopter. I’m sorry, Hardin. He had a heart attack
and died an hour ago.‛
The cowboy’s words slammed into to Ty and sent his thoughts and the blood in his
brain into the all-too-familiar swirl. The light began to dim, then a roaring in his head
that wiped out all other noise in the room. Ty stumbled backward and had only a
moment to position himself closer to the couch before everything shut down and the
world went black.
*
Cassidy Cartwright looked down at the hunk of man flesh on the couch. Nothing
like his usual long, lean type.
Tyler had to be at least six feet tall, well over two hundred pounds of sculpted
muscle, with broad shoulders that tapered to a flat stomach and tight ass. His well-
muscled thighs were showcased in dark blue denim.
Down boy, he told his cock, with no small amount of disgust. Here he was lusting
after the man Gibby thought of as the son he never had. Gibs’ body wouldn’t even be
cold yet. God forgive me, but I can be a right bastard, sometimes.
Despite the self-recrimination, his fingers itched to stroke the scar that marked
Tyler’s face, to brush the hair back from the pale forehead. His hair was short, but not
military short. Soft black curls framed the most angelic face he’d ever seen on a man.
His long, dark lashes fanned below his closed eyes, but Cass wouldn’t forget the vivid
shade of blue that had looked at him and demanded answers. The shadow of a beard
and square jaw prevented him from being too pretty, but still, Tyler Hardin was a
beautiful man. Shit.
Cass had heard a lot about Tyler from Gibby over the last few years. The old cook
certainly enjoyed telling stories over a drink or two. Hardin was one of his favorite
topics. He’d learned they’d known each other since the younger man had joined the
Navy and had stayed in touch even after his retirement. They’d been stationed together
three times, once on a ship and two tours in Afghanistan. Cass wasn’t exactly clear on
how that worked, but he knew they’d been in some dangerous spots together.
Last year, Gibs had been beside himself when Tyler called to tell his friend he was
returning to Afghanistan for a third tour. Listed as next of kin, it had been Gibby the
Navy notified when Tyler was injured. The old man had traveled back to Walter Reed
twice over the last six months and when he’d returned from the second trip he’d made
a request of Cass.
“D’ya mind if I bring the boy back here for a while? He needs a place where someone can keep
an eye on him. He gets bad headaches. Plus…” he added, but looked away, “I think it’s about
time the boy faced a thing or two about himself.”
It hadn’t taken a mental genius to figure out that remark. Tyler Hardin was still in
the closet. He’d supposed Gibby thought it would open Tyler up if he lived for a while
on the ranch where half the cowboys were gay or bisexual and the other half couldn’t
care less.
He shook himself from his thoughts when he realized a pair of bright blue eyes were
blinking rapidly, as Tyler struggled toward consciousness. Then the man was fighting
to gain his balance, as he pushed himself off the couch. ‚Bathroom,‛ he muttered
urgently.
Cass grabbed him by the arm and half carried him into the bathroom. He held
Tyler’s head as the younger man emptied his stomach until he was wracked by spasms.
When there was nothing left to come up, Cass helped Tyler rinse his mouth and wash
his face with a cool splash of water. Without any ulterior motive, Cass wrapped a
strong arm around Tyler’s waist and guided him to the back of the house, to his own
bedroom. He lowered the other man to the bed, helped him remove the soiled clothes,
and eased back to the pillows. Tyler covered his eyes with his forearm while Cass
hurried to turn off the lights and draw the blinds. Then he sat on the bed with a damp
cloth and gently wiped the light sheen of sweat from Tyler’s face.
‚How can I help, Tyler?‛ he asked softly.
‚Sorry. Migraine, need pill...and rest. Then I’ll get out of your hair,‛ Tyler said
softly, as if each word might cost him his momentary control over the pain in his head.
A shocking wave of possessiveness washed over Cass, so strong it threatened to
overwhelm him. He simply knew that he wanted Tyler Hardin with every fiber of his
being. He wanted to take care of him, to make his pain go away, to wrap Tyler in his
arms and never let go. Stunned at the suddenness and strength of his feelings, Cass
leaned forward to whisper quietly near Tyler’s ear.
‚Don’t worry about it, baby. I’ll grab your stuff and get your pill. You’re not going
anywhere.‛ Shit. This was bad.
****
Tyler surfaced by degrees, unsure of where he was or how long he’d been sleeping.
He knew it was the drugs, they always left him feeling this way. Like the worst
hangover anyone ever had. Fuzzy, unsteady, and a little unsure of how the words in his
head might tumble out of his mouth. He had the vague impression he’d been dreaming
for a long time. Shit, he didn’t even know what day it was.
The nightmares were bad this time; didn’t want to let him go. He’d been trapped
underneath the mess tent, just like in real life. He struggled against the pull of the
dream for a minute, but it was stronger than he was, and soon, he was sucked under the
dark spell once again.
People were screaming and he couldn’t get to them, couldn’t help, because he
couldn’t fucking move! He could smell the smoke, feel the heat as the fire crept closer.
This time, Gibby was underneath the heavy canvass with him, unconscious, unaware of
the certain death that was in the flames, licking their way toward them both.
‚Noooo,‛ Ty screamed, and struggled to move the steel support bars that pinned
him to the ground. He had to reach Gibby before the fire took him.
The steel bars tightened around him, and then they were pulling him out, pulling
him away from the fire, and then away from the tent.
‚Shhhh, Tyler, I’ve got you, baby. You’re safe now. You’re safe with me,‛ said an
unknown voice, breath brushing against his ear.
Someone was stretched out alongside of him, pressed against his side. Then those
same steel bars turned him over, so that for a moment he was chest to chest with a
stranger, before the man rolled over onto his back, bringing Tyler with him. He wanted
to protest, but he realized this was all just a part of the dream.
He took comfort from the imaginary arms, buried his face against the illusory
warmth of muscled chest and spicy man smell. Don’t ask, don’t tell, he thought just
before he sank into a deep and blessedly dreamless sleep.
*
God, that was awful, Cass thought as he held Tyler to his chest. What must it be like
to suffer from nightmares and debilitating headaches? The price for serving his country.
It had scared the shit out of him when he’d gotten out of the shower and heard Tyler
crying out. With a towel wrapped around his waist, Cass had hurried to the bed. Tyler
was twisted in the sheets, breath coming fast, clearly in distress. He’d quickly untangled
the sheets, and climbed on the bed next to Tyler, murmuring nonsense words. It wasn’t
unlike trying to calm a skittish colt.
Tyler finally calmed once he’d pulled him onto his chest, and stroked his back.
When Tyler’s breathing slowed and he relaxed into deep peaceful slumber, Cass pulled
the sheet over the two of them and closed his eyes. Pressing his face against the silky
curls, Cass wondered what in the hell he was getting himself into.
Chapter Two
Unsure of just how early the cowboys would shuffle through, Tyler started the
coffee first. From what Gibby told him of his job, the guys rose early and did their first
round of chores before breakfast, but he’d been vague about the times. He figured he
had plenty of time, so he was making one of his favorite recipes. He spread a thick layer
of butter, brown sugar, and cinnamon on four rectangles of dough. He added nuts and
raisins to two of them before rolling all four into long tubes and cutting four dozen
cinnamon rolls. He placed those into the warming drawer to rise and checked the time.
Not quite 4:00 a.m.
Early morning prep was his favorite part of the day. He could get lost in his
thoughts as his hands went on autopilot, chopping vegetables, cracking eggs, pulling
together ingredients for the rest of the day’s meals. The daily menu wasn’t his problem
here, though, especially since he’d be leaving the ranch right after breakfast. He
probably should have already been gone.
The heat rose in his face as he remembered waking this morning, hours before
everyone else. His internal alarm was perennially set for the breakfast shift. Despite
yesterday’s migraine and medications, when he woke, his mind had felt clear, rested.
He’d known where he was, remembered Gibby’s death, and even recognized the arm
draped across his chest. What he hadn’t been able to figure out was how he’d come to
be in his underwear and spooned against a very naked Cassidy Cartwright.
Ty had found his bag near the bedroom door and dressed in the dark, moving
quietly while taking inventory of how he felt. He’d been so sick yesterday afternoon, he
knew there was no way they’d had sex, but why was the cowboy in bed with him? He’d
watched the handsome face for a long minute and fisted his hands against an urge to
stroke Cass’ strong brow, so relaxed in sleep. What would it be like to wake every
morning in the arms of a man you loved?
‚Feeling better?‛ The deep voice slammed into him, startling Ty from his thoughts
and making him jump. He turned from the pile of sliced mushrooms and lost his breath
in a woosh.
Cass stood in the arched doorway, wearing only a pair of faded jeans that fit like a
second skin. He was all long, wiry muscle, classic washboard abs, and a trail of dark
brown hair that led straight to the single open button at the waistband of his jeans.
‚Uhm, yeah,‛ Ty managed and then tore his gaze away from the feast in front of
him. ‚Thanks for uhm<everything.‛
‚Hmm<What are you doing?‛ Cass asked sleepily.
‚Making breakfast. I figured what with Gibby<‛ his voice trailed off, and tears
filled his eyes. He turned back to the cutting board so Cass wouldn’t see his weakness.
‚It’s okay to cry, Tyler. I’m going to miss him, too,‛ Cass said, then strong arms
wrapped around his waist from behind.
Ty stiffened. Damn, what was wrong with him? Cass was just trying to be nice and
offer comfort in their shared grief. To his shame, he felt his dick harden. There wasn’t
much room to maneuver away, since he was already standing close to the counter. He
took half a step forward, to try to put a little space between them.
Cass moved with him, pulling him even closer, and he could feel the press of all that
bare skin through the thin layer of his tee shirt. They stood that way for several long
heartbeats and Tyler closed his eyes and imagined taking the comfort of that embrace to
another level. Something gentle brushed across his hair and he allowed himself the
fantasy of accepting a lover’s comfort.
With his eyes closed, savoring the moment, he almost didn’t realize the strong
fingers that tilted his head to the side were real. Then lips brushed lightly against his
neck, his cheek, and finally, soft as a whisper, against his lips.
‚What the fuck are you doing?‛ Ty said angrily and pushed himself away from
Cass.
Stepping back, Cass looked at him appraisingly for a minute. Then he licked his lips
and with a slow, wicked smile, he said, ‚Tasting you.‛
‚Well, stop it,‛ Ty said, but there was no heat behind his words.
‚My mistake,‛ Cass grinned, not looking the least bit sorry.
‚What time does everyone usually eat breakfast?‛ Tyler asked, needing to turn the
conversation to something normal.
Rich laughter rumbled through the kitchen. ‚You are a piece of work, Tyler Hardin.
All right, if that’s what you want,‛ Cass said, deliberately dropping his gaze to the
bulge in Ty’s jeans and back, before he answered. ‚Breakfast is around 8:00, lunch is at
noon, dinner at 5:30.
‚Gibby never said what you did, but based on the state of my kitchen this morning, I
assume you and Gibby were cooks together in the Navy. I can’t give you the cook’s
house right now, because Roy’s still living there, and I don’t plan on kicking him out of
their home. I’ve got plenty of room here in the main house. I’ll give you a week’s trial,
and if everything suits, the job is yours,‛ Cass said, suddenly all business.
Ty blinked at the sudden change in direction. From flirt to foreman in sixty seconds.
He thought briefly about explaining what he really did in the Navy, but since he’d
started as a cook, he figured it was close enough.
Cass continued, ‚Gibby’s desk and computer are in the office, not that he used the
computer much. You should find the corporate credit cards in the drawer. Charge what
you need, Bullhead City has the closest bulk food store. You might want to upgrade
some of the equipment, I wouldn’t know about that.‛
Ty watched as Cass moved to pour himself a cup of coffee, before he continued his
rapid-fire directions.
‚As far as what these cowboys like to eat and drink, I think Gibby kept some kind of
a rotating menu, but of course, you’re free to make anything you like. Except liver.
Make liver and you’ll be out on your ass. Oh, and run out of whisky, beer, or coffee and
I can’t promise to protect your life,‛ Cass grinned.
Letting out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, Ty resisted the urge to
touch his lips, where the heat of that brief kiss still lingered. He returned to prepping
his vegetables, and quickly revised his plans. ‚I’ll be leaving right after lunch. I’ll set
you up with lasagna for tonight. You’ll be able to heat it up, just follow the directions.‛
‚Got somewhere you have to be?‛ Cass asked, his voice close behind him again.
‚Yeah. I’m going to head down to Laughlin. It’s not as busy as Vegas, and there are
always jobs for chefs at the casinos.‛
‚I thought Gibby meant more to you than that,‛ Cass said roughly. ‚I thought you’d
at least stick around for his service. Shit, I thought you might want to spend a little time
with Roy. You know, share your grief.‛
Roy. Shame washed over him, because he’d never asked about Gibby’s partner. He’d
always known his friend was gay, but they’d never discussed the details. It was safer
that way for both of them, considering the DADT policy of the military. If asked, he
would honestly be able to deny any knowledge of his mentor’s private life. It had been
an unspoken agreement between them.
The old man knew most of Tyler’s secrets, and he’d never pressed about the lack of
dates or relationships. He realized Gibby had been ready to change the rules of their
friendship. He’d invited Tyler here to the ranch, to stay in his home with him and his
partner. Don’t ask, don’t tell had ceased to be a factor in either of their lives once Tyler
received his medical discharge.
Guilt washed over him. ‚You’re right. I owe that much to Gibby. When’s the
service? I’ll stay until then,‛ Ty said.
‚We won’t know until they release his body, but probably not for a few weeks.
We’ve got the rodeo in Kingman in two weeks and we’re sending a trailer and a couple
of cowboys up to Steamboat Springs for the PBR. Sorry, that’s the Professional Bull
Riding Circuit. I expect we’ll try hold the service when we can get everybody here for
the day.
‚I’ll definitely want you to cook for that. I figure we’ll hold a big ass barbecue to
honor the old fart. Nothing would make him happier than feeding a hungry passel of
cowboys. ‘Cept feeding a ship full of sailors, maybe.‛
Cass refilled his coffee and continued. ‚All right, enough of this standing around
talking, I’ve got to get outside and get to work. The hands have a coffee pot in the
bunkhouse, but they’ll all be in for breakfast. There’s fourteen total, counting you and
me. Gibby set it up buffet style in there,‛ he said, pointing towards the dining room.
Numbly, Tyler nodded, feeling drawn into a world he didn’t understand. With the
Navy’s help, he’d woven a careful web of rules around himself. Now, all that remained
of his well-ordered life was unraveling at warp speed.
‚See you in a little bit, Cookie,‛ Cass said, patting him on the ass, before striding out
the door without a backward glance.
*
Tyler studied the food-laden sideboard and realized he was proud of the first meal
he’d cooked since the explosion. Amazing how much healing could come from one
simple act. For the first time in months he felt productive, needed. He felt like his old
self.
The menu was comprised of his favorite breakfast dishes. His cinnamon rolls oozed
with sugary goodness and cream cheese frosting. The egg, veggie, and cheese casserole
was light and fluffy, but full of protein for the long workday. He made several pounds
of bacon, and put out gallons of juice, milk, and coffee. There were also boxes of cold
cereal, fresh fruit, and bagels. Maybe not as many choices as a Navy breakfast, but
damn sure enough for thirteen cowboys.
The men entered the main house through the mudroom, taking off their hats and
hanging them from the hooks. They washed in the deep sink and one by one, made
their way into the dining room. There was a lot of shuffling of feet and cleared throats,
as if several of them had something to say, but no one wanted to be the first. They stood
in small groups and spoke quietly, shooting curious looks at him. Before anyone got too
restless, Cass strode into the room, and all eyes turned to the boss.
‚Gentlemen, I know this here’s bound to be a difficult day. We lost a good friend
yesterday. Tonight, after supper, we’ll meet in the living room and have a drink to
celebrate and share our memories of Gibby. For now, we have work to do, and as you
all know, Cookie would be the first one to tell you ranch life don’t stop for no one.
‚That said, this here’s Tyler Hardin and he arrived here yesterday, just after<‛ Cass
trailed off for a moment, and Ty thought the big man’s rapidly blinking eyes held a
sheen of moisture. His voice was rough around the edges when he continued. ‚Gibby
considered Tyler like his own son and brought him here with hopes he’d join our family
for a bit. So, although Tyler shares our sorrow, his grief is that of a son for his father.
‚This morning, Tyler took it upon himself to fix us all breakfast. If he can step up to
cook for us, I figure the least we can do is meet his effort with some healthy appetites. I
don’t know of any better way to honor our Cookie than with our enjoyment of a
delicious meal. Dig in, boys, work’s waiting.‛
It had been exactly the right note to take with these men, Tyler realized. Life did go
on, God knows you learned that quick enough in a war zone. That didn’t mean you
didn’t hurt, it just meant that you learned the value of keeping a routine. With a jolt, he
realized he should have gone back to work a long time ago. The atmosphere, the
camaraderie, all felt reassuringly familiar. Then like a one-two punch, he realized that
for the first time since he’d joined the Navy, he had nowhere to go.
The noise level rose quickly as conversations exploded, diverting his pity party.
Food left the buffet at an alarming rate, and he made careful note of which dishes were
the most popular. He would need to add a few more servings to his calculations.
Apparently, cowboys were even hungrier than sailors were.
‚Looks like your food’s a hit,‛ Cass said quietly, from right beside him.
‚I knew it would be,‛ Tyler replied and he shot a confident smile up at the tall
cowboy. Cass gave him a double take, as if he couldn’t quite believe this was the same
man he’d cared for through the night.
Tyler laughed at the man’s uncertain expression. ‚I think getting back to cooking
did me a lot of good. I’m sorry about yesterday afternoon and this morning. I’m really
not always so needy. I didn’t mean to fall apart on you. I’d pushed myself too hard,
drove here from DC in just two days. I know I was over tired. Then the shock of hearing
about Gibby<well, it was too much. Thanks for the help.‛
‚No problem. I—‛
‚Hey boss, you gonna get some food so the rest of us single guys can get a chance to
talk to Tyler, too?‛ interrupted one of the men.
‚Shut up, Jed. Don’t you have any class?‛ Cass shot back, glaring down the table.
Apparently, Jed had made his point, because Cass made an apologetic face at Tyler, and
then went to fill his plate. Once everyone was served, Tyler fixed himself a plate.
‚Hey, Tyler, come sit over here,‛ said the ginger-haired man named Jed. He scooted
over to make room for Ty on the bench, which was as far away as he could get from
where Cass sat at the head of the table.
‚Hey, sailor, come here often?‛ Jed joked to general laughter when Tyler sat next to
him on the picnic style bench. ‚Seriously, Tyler, Gibby used talk about you a lot. He
was real proud of you.‛ Jed thrust his chin towards Tyler’s scar. ‚You got that your last
tour, right?‛
‚Yep,‛ he answered, then took a big bite of his roll, so he wouldn’t have to say
anything else. He really didn’t want to talk about it. Not now, certainly not here, and
absolutely not with a total stranger.
Help came from across the table. ‚Jesus, Jed! You’re such a numb nuts. You don’t
just come out and ask a guy that kind of shit.‛ He stuck his hand across the table,
‚Name’s Tony Benedetto. Sorry about the language.‛
‚No problem, I’ve heard worse,‛ Tyler grinned at the olive-skinned, dark-haired
man. He seemed to be good friends with Jed, as they continued to toss barbs back and
forth. They were as different as night and day, dark and light. He had no trouble
conjuring a mental picture of their great-grandfathers: pure prairie cowboy and Italian
emigrant. He shook his head at the fanciful image.
Soaking up the camaraderie and testosterone-laden atmosphere, Tyler mused it had
been a long time since he’d been just one of the guys. At Walter Reed and in rehab, the
conversations were just poorly hidden therapy sessions, and too many people asked,
‚How did that make you feel?‛
Here, he was accepted the way he was. Just Gibby’s friend.
When breakfast was finished, each man filed through the kitchen, rinsing his plate
and placing it in the dishwasher before heading back out to work.
Tyler looked around for Cass, seeking approval for the meal he’d provided, but the
boss appeared to be long gone. Instead, Jed lingered, maneuvering until he was last
man in the clearing line.
Jed sidled up a little too close and said, ‚I’d like to have a drink with you, tonight.‛
Tyler didn’t miss the blatant interest in the man’s gaze.
‚I’m sure we’ll have a chance to talk at the gathering tonight,‛ he said, deliberately
misunderstanding the invitation. ‚Thanks for the breakfast conversation, but I need to
get busy, if I’m going to finish cleaning this mess and have lunch ready on time. See you
later.‛
‚I look forward to it,‛ Jed murmured, as he slipped out the back door. Moments
later Tyler heard the front door close with a bang, and wondered if someone had
overheard the not-so-subtle pick up attempt.
Shrugging, Tyler pushed the thought from his mind. The invitation hadn’t offended
him, but it didn’t interest him either. He pushed away the lingering thrill he’d felt
pressed so close to Cass, waking in his arms, the tantalizing brush of lips. Deep down,
he knew what he was, but it didn’t matter. Nothing would ever happen. That wasn’t
how he chose to live his life.
Chapter Three
Cass spent the morning with only half of his attention focused on his work. The
other half was mulling over what to do about this situation with Tyler. He’d been way
off his stride since he met the man<was that only yesterday afternoon? He didn’t like
feeling so out of his element. It was time to pull back on the reins and get off this ride
before it even started.
Something about the combination of Tyler’s powerful body and vulnerable mind
had undone Cass. He had rules against things like this. For one, he never fucked anyone
he worked with. Never. Not at neighboring ranches, rodeos, or livestock sales. Certainly
never anyone on his own ranch. He wanted to be as temporary to his lovers as they
were to him. And he sure as hell didn’t want a virgin in his bed. Especially on who still
lived in the land of denial.
He’d realized he was in danger of violating his own rules when he’d had such a
strong reaction to Jed’s obvious attempt to hit on Tyler after breakfast. He’d stormed
out of the house before he’d done something stupid. Like march into the kitchen and
claim Tyler for himself.
He’d tried to convince himself it was because Tyler was an innocent, and needed to
be protected from the more experienced and unscrupulous Jedidiah Black. Tyler
wouldn’t be the first man to lose his virginity to Jed. The itinerant cowboy liked to claim
he could turn a straight man gay and made a sport of getting to a man’s ass before
anyone else. It pissed Cass off, but up until now, he’d been able to overlook the
redhead’s behavior. Jed only worked for him once or twice a year, whenever they had a
busy spell or too many shows and rodeos stacked up. He was pretty sure he wouldn’t
be inviting Jed back after the next rodeo.
Cass wouldn’t lie to himself; he knew his problem wasn’t only with Jed’s warped
moral compass. He’d recognized the green haze that had clouded his vision after
breakfast for what it was.
Needing time and space, he and Demon, his big black gelding, headed in the
opposite direction from where his ranch hands were working. He’d been riding the
fence for hours, noting sections that needed attention. He ignored his growling
stomach, and reminded himself of the need to stay away from the main house. When
they made it to the far watering station, Cass dismounted so he and Demon could each
have a drink.
As the horse lowered his head, Cass drank the remainder of a bottle of water in one
long pull. He was just stowing the bottle in his saddlebag, when he caught sight of a
horse and rider heading his way. His stomach clenched, wondering what had gone
wrong, now. Then patted his shirt pocket and realized he had his cell phone. If there
had been an emergency, someone would have called.
As the pair got closer, he was surprised to see Roy, and wondered if a long ride was
his way of dealing with the grief of losing his partner. He remembered the pain of
losing his parents, of being the one left behind. That memory was the foundation for
everything he did.
‚Hey, Cass. You missed lunch.‛ Roy dismounted and removed a box from his
saddlebag. ‚Tyler sent this along. Thought you might be hungry.‛
Caught off guard by the remark, Cass opened the container and found two
enormous sandwiches, an apple, and a cinnamon roll left over from breakfast.
‚If I eat all this, I’m going to need a siesta,‛ he joked.
‚Frank always said his boy could cook,‛ Roy said, using his partner’s given name.
Cass looked closely at the older man. Overlaying the sadness, there was an air of
unmistakable pride as he spoke about Tyler. As if Gibby’s feelings had transferred to
Roy upon his death.
‚So, how are things going between you and Tyler? He was real worried about you
not getting lunch,‛ Roy said.
‚Don’t worry about Tyler,‛ Cass said around a mouthful of roast beef. ‚He’s going
to stay on until the service, then head on his way. Maybe go down to Laughlin, he
said.‛
‚No! He can’t do that. You can’t let him leave, that’s not what Frank wanted,‛ Roy
said, and he looked perilously close to tears.
‚What are you talking about? What do you mean, what Gibby wanted?‛ He
dropped the sandwich back into the container and wiped his hand on his bandana.
Roy turned away and feigned an interest in the horses. ‚Frank always worried about
you, Cass, wanted you to find a special someone. He said you had a hell of ranch, but
you still needed a home. He meant with someone you loved. Partners, you know, like
me and him.‛ A tear escaped from the corner of his eye, and Roy swiped it away.
Cass pretended not to notice, and said, ‚Shit, Roy that’s not me, and you know it.
I’m perfectly happy the way things are. And what’s that got to do with Tyler?‛
The old man’s chest rose and fell with a sigh. ‚Frank always said it would be perfect
if he could get you and Tyler in the same room together. He said you were each
running hard from something and if you could be made to stop for half a damn minute
and talk to each other, you’d find the answer.‛
‚What the fuck, Roy? I ain’t never run from anything in my life,‛ he’d said with
some heat. As if that would turn the lie to truth.
‚He always wanted to get you two together, but he knew Tyler’d never go for it
while he was in the Navy. You know, that don’t ask shit. Plus, something about his dad,
but he never told me what that was about. Frank said that the only good thing about
Tyler getting a medical discharge was now he could come home.‛
As if suddenly in a great hurry, Roy mounted his horse, and looked down at him.
The old man was clearly not finished with his surprising news.
‚You know, Cass, you and Tyler were Frank’s two favorite people. I know he would
be smiling in cowboy heaven if you could see your way to give Tyler a chance,‛ Roy
said, and rode away before Cass could think of what else to say.
Gibby might have had some good intentions, but he was way off base this time.
Blowing out a breath and dragging his fingers through his hair before jamming his hat
back down, he realized this was a hell of a situation. Tyler was an unsuitable choice for
a liaison for so many reasons. And it sure as hell wasn’t his responsibility to help the
younger man come to terms with his sexuality.
Cass continued along the fence line, grateful that Demon seemed to sense his mood,
and was content to meander, seeming to pay more attention to their surroundings than
Cass was. Willow Springs Ranch had long been considered a sanctuary for misfit
cowboys and livestock. Openly gay cowboys weren’t always accepted at other ranches,
but they could always find a job and a home with him. He’d built four bunkhouses,
with plenty of room for privacy, and he stayed out of how the men decided to divide up
the space. Gay, straight, or bi, it didn’t matter to him, and anyone who had a problem
with that was out of job. He’d be damned if anyone would have to hide his true nature
out here.
This morning it had seemed a blessing to have Roy in the cook’s casita, since it
provided a good excuse to keep Tyler in the main house with him. Now he realized it
was a mistake to ask Ty to stay and take on cook duties. He knew better than to even
consider getting involved with one of his men, but he’d temporarily let his dick do his
thinking.
Of course, he could be worrying over nothing. Ty might decide to leave after a day
or two at the isolated ranch. Life wasn’t easy out here. They might only be fifteen
minutes by air to Laughlin, but it was a hell of a long drive. He’d been a fool this
morning pushing Tyler to stay. Now, he needed to arrange for Gibby’s memorial at the
earliest opportunity, and let the kid get on with his life. So Cass could get on with his
own.
Chapter Four
The celebration of Frank ‚Gibby‛ Gibson started early. At the dinner table, the men
shared stories of the old cook, and his sometimes cantankerous, but always bighearted
nature. Ty realized the picture that emerged from these cowboys was of the same man
who had taken him under his wing, all those years ago. Praise in public, reprimand in
private, and never admit how much he cared. He hadn’t needed to. All the men around
Gibby knew exactly where they stood with him. Generous to a fault, Gibby had always
been there to lend a helping hand.
The tributes continued as they moved into the living room, and whisky started to
flow. Tyler stood back, absorbing the stories, pride at the way the man he thought of as
a surrogate father had touched so many lives. If only his real father— he pushed that
thought angrily away.
‚Hey, Tyler. How are you?‛ Roy blew out a breath. ‚This is tough,‛ he said softly.
Tyler found himself pulled into an unexpected hug by the wiry man with watery
brown eyes. Squirming uncomfortably, he disentangled himself and led Roy to an
isolated corner of the room.
‚How are you holding up, Roy?‛
‚Okay. Just<okay. You? Are you doing okay? Did Cass talk to you?‛ Roy asked, as
if trying to divert attention from himself.
‚Cass? No<I mean, I saw him at dinner, but we didn’t talk. Why?‛ Tyler asked.
When the old man didn’t answer, Tyler decided to ask the question that had
gnawed at his conscience all day. ‚I can’t say Gibby told me too much about you,‛ he
started awkwardly.
Roy seemed to know what Tyler needed to hear. ‚He wouldn’t have. Not to you.
Knew it’d make you uncomfortable. He’d planned to change all that once you got out
here,‛ Roy said. ‚He always wanted us to meet, said you would find the family you
needed here at the ranch. You were like a son to him.‛
The old man looked so sad, that Tyler put an arm around his shoulder and
squeezed. ‚I’m sorry, Roy. Sorry the three of us won’t have that chance.‛
‚We got time, kid. We’ll get to know each other some before I go,‛ Roy said.
‚Where are you going? Isn’t this your home?‛ Tyler asked, surprised the older man
was thinking of leaving.
‚Naw, not anymore. Not without Frank. I ain’t no cook, and I’m too damn old to
face another season chasing damn cattle. I have a daughter and three grandkids in
Steamboat Springs, Colorado. She’s been after me for ages to come live closer. But I ain’t
going nowhere ‘til you and me get to know each a little bit.‛
‚I’d like that. I’d like to know more about Gibby’s life out here. We didn’t talk
enough the last few years. I lost that chance forever, now,‛ Tyler trailed off, his throat
suddenly tight with unshed tears.
‚What are you talking about? You emailed him every week. He bragged on you all
the time, told anyone who’d listen what you were up too. You meant a hell of a lot to
Gibby, kid, and that means you mean a hell of a lot to me.‛
Roy held up two fingers to signal to someone across the room. One of the cowboys
appeared with two glasses of amber liquid and set them along with a bottle on the
sideboard near where the two men were standing. The man slipped away without
speaking and Ty realized the cowboys were looking out for Roy. The older man took a
glass and handed the other one to Tyler.
‚A toast, just between us for the man we loved,‛ Roy said.
Tyler didn’t drink after his head injury, but he let the protest die on his lips. Sharing
this drink with Roy, honoring his old friend was the least he could do. Besides, he
hadn’t taken his evening dose of medication yet. Maybe he could just use this drink to
help him get past the nightmares tonight.
‚To Frank,‛ Roy said.
‚To Gibby,‛ Tyler added. The whisky was smooth, with undertones of peat and
smoke. A single malt, his favorite. It was gone too quickly.
‚Hey, sugar. Remember me?‛ said a familiar voice behind him, interrupting the
moment.
Turning, he found Jed smiling at him, arms spread wide, as if they should hug after
being separated since lunch.
Tyler held out his hand to shake. ‚Of course, Jed. How are you?‛
Jed took his hand in a two handed grip that lasted longer than was comfortable. ‚I
just wanted to tell both of you how sorry I am for your loss.‛
‚Thanks, Jed—‛ Roy started, but was cut off by the redhead.
‚In fact, I’d like to offer a toast,‛ the red-headed cowboy said, as he refilled their
glasses from Roy’s bottle.
‚If I could, I’d like to start the round of toasts,‛ Jed said in a loud voice that drew
everyone’s attention to their corner of the room.
‚To Gibby, the best damn cook at any ranch I’ve ever worked at,‛ he called out.
Raising his glass, others followed suit, and they all drank to Gibby.
A small, Hispanic man Ty had never spoken to before stood and cleared his throat
nervously. He’d been quiet at the table, not joining in the talk or the teasing. He’d
occasionally leaned over to Manuel, who would whisper back. Now Tyler wondered if
he’d been getting a translation. ‚My name is Jose and this was my first job in the US,‛
he said speaking directly to Ty in heavily accented English. ‚Mr. Gibby helped me to
learn English and we were working together to get my citizenship<‛ his voice
tightened and he trailed off for a moment. Then straightening his back, Jose said, ‚To
Gibby!‛
A chorus of ‚Hear, Hear,‛ echoed through the room.
It seemed everyone wanted to toast Gibby, and although Tyler was keeping his sips
of whisky small, Jed stood next to him, keeping his glass full. He lost track of how much
he drank. When the toasts finally wound down, the one man he’d been following with
his eyes all night stepped to the center of the room. Everyone quieted as Cass cleared
his throat to begin his tribute.
‚I’ll never forget the day I talked to the rep at the VA, told him I was looking to hire
a vet who could cook and who wouldn’t mind living out in the middle of nowhere. I
needed someone willing to take a chance on me and my new ranch. The rep didn’t
know of anyone, said to put a card on the bulletin board and if someone was interested
he or she could call.
‚Two weeks later, Gibby called, said he was retiring from the Navy, and the job
sounded perfect. I told him he was hired, but damned if the ornery old cuss would take
what was offered straight up. He said since I was just starting out, he thought there was
something I should know. Told me bold as you please, he was gay, and planned to keep
looking for someone to share his life. Said if I had problem with that to let him know
now, save us both the trouble.
‚It was the damndest job interview I ever held,‛ Cass said to general laughter.
‚Roy, the day Gibby met you was one of the happiest in his life. He told me you
completed him.‛ Tyler heard the sharp intake of breath from the old man beside him.
Cass continued, ‚I offer a toast, to Roy and Gibby. May we all be so lucky.‛
Tyler watched as Cass drained his glass, set it on the table, and came to fold the old
man into a bear hug.
‚Come on, let’s give them some privacy,‛ Jed said quietly by his side. Throwing an
arm casually across Ty’s shoulders, he led the way through the French doors, out into
the sultry night.
Stumbling a bit as he stepped through the door, Tyler realized he’d had way too
much to drink. Thank God he didn’t have far to get to his bedroom. Then with an
unhappy lurch of his stomach, he realized he didn’t know where his bedroom was. Cass
had put him in the master bedroom last night, helped him with his meds. Now, he
needed to know where he was supposed to put his stuff. He closed his eyes for a
minute, and the picture of a naked Cass, tucked against him when he’d wakened
flashed in his memory.
A hand cupped the back of his head, threading into his hair, and just for a moment,
he thought his memory had conjured Cass to his side.
‚I hope that dreamy smile means you’re thinking of me,‛ whispered a voice close to
his ear.
Tyler jerked back, nearly lost his balance again, then caught himself against the
rough cedar supporting the roof of the porch.
‚I’m not like that, Jed,‛ he said, feeling the flush crawling up his neck.
‚Not like what? Gay? Come on, Tyler. We both know that’s not true. You’re just
inexperienced. I’m just the man to help you over that little bump,‛ Jed said, moving
closer.
‚Get the fuck out of here, Jed,‛ said a rough voice from the edge of darkness on the
far side of the porch. Cass.
‚Fuck you, Cass. Just because this is your ranch doesn’t mean you can tell me what
to do when I’m off the clock.‛
‚This is my house, my land, and Tyler is my guest. He said he wasn’t interested, so
back off,‛ Cass said.
Tyler could feel the waves of anger pouring from Cass. Jed was either too stupid or
too drunk to recognize the danger he was in.
‚Actually, he said he wasn’t, ‚like that.‛ Jed used his fingers to indicate the quotation
marks in the air. ‚We both know that’s bullshit, don’t we Cartwright? You’re smelling
virgin ass, same as me. Only you don’t fuck anything this close to home, so get the hell
out of my way, I claimed him first. I’ll loosen him up for you. Train him up ri—‛
Jed never saw the punch coming. His head snapped back and down he went, like so
much trash.
‚Fuck. Okay, well that was stupid,‛ Cass said, rubbing his knuckles. ‚I suggest you
head inside, Ty. Unless you want to answer questions about what went on out here.
You can use that set of doors there,‛ he said, indicating a darkened set of doors on the
side of the porch. ‚That is if you want to avoid going back through the living room,‛
Cass said, then he turned and went inside through the brightly lit French doors.
Tyler heard him calling for Tony and suspected Jed was about to get helped back to
the bunkhouse. Would he still have a job come morning?
Ty hurried through the darkened doorway that Cass had indicated and took a
minute to get his bearings. He didn’t want to turn on a light, but the damn room was
starting to spin. He stood still letting his eyes adjust and firmly telling his head the
room was not actually in motion. The ambient light spilling from the porch provided
enough illumination that he could cross the room without bumping into any of the dark
lumps that must be the furniture.
There were two doors at the back of the room, so he had a fifty-fifty chance of
getting it right the first time and went for the door on the left. Wrong. He’d discovered
a sauna. Remembering not to shake his head and start the spinning all over again, Ty
tried the second door and was rewarded with the main hallway. Navigating in the dark,
he only bounced against the walls once or twice on his way to the kitchen. He was more
than ready to find his own room, strip off his clothes, and get some sleep, but he needed
to check on things, first. Breakfast would come early.
He poured himself a glass of water. Damn. Why did he let Jed refill his whisky? He
didn’t think he was drunk, but how could he tell? Maybe he should walk a straight line
to Cass. Fuck, no. He didn’t do cowboys. Uhm<scratch that. He didn’t do any boys.
Damn, he really needed to get his bag and find a room. If he had to, he’d open doors
until he found an empty bed.
****
Cass closed his bedroom door to shut out the noise from the celebration. He looked
down at his swollen knuckles. Shit. Why couldn’t Jed have kept his big mouth shut?
Cass hadn’t wanted to fight. He was the boss, supposed to be the example out here.
Fighting with one of his own ranch hands would lead to nothing but trouble. Instead of
walking away, and letting Ty take care of his own mess, he’d let that goddamn Jed get
under his skin. What was it about Tyler that brought out this protectiveness? Maybe it
was the injury. Or maybe he was just feeling sentimental about Gibby’s passing.
Hell, it was probably the way the black-haired beauty filled those tight jeans tonight.
Mmm<that and the broad shoulders that bunched and strained with Ty’s every move.
Whatever. He needed to get over it, yesterday. The man was a stranger, and he wanted
him to stay that way. In spite of the old man’s ridiculous fantasy or his own lust.
He gave a snort. Tyler had told Jed, in so many words, that he wasn’t gay. Was he
really that far in denial? In the closet even to himself? He thought of the look in Tyler’s
eye after he’d stolen the barest of kisses this morning. The man had gotten a boner for
God’s sake. He got tangled up in that memory for a bit. Shit. With a shake to clear his
head, Cass decided that Ty knew exactly what he was, but for whatever reason, was
choosing not to act on his desires. That was his business.
Meanwhile, he needed to decide what to do about Jed. As long as Ty remained a
guest, Cass would keep an eye out, try to keep that horndog away. He frowned. It
wasn’t just Jed’s moves on Tyler that was bothering him. Those comments about Cass’
sex life had been downright personal. Had that just been the alcohol talking tonight? Or
was there some other, deeper resentment simmering? Yeah, he acknowledged, Jed bore
watching.
With any luck, life would go back to routine after Gibby’s service. Ty would get
enough of ranch life and head out in a few days.
Cass stripped to his boxers. Last night, his cock had gotten hard when he’d helped
Ty to bed. When he thought about what it had felt like this morning to press himself
against Ty’s back, to steal a taste of those lips<. He had a feeling his dick might not go
back down until he got Ty out of his sight permanently.
There is no way I can sleep with this damn pole, he thought, looking down at his
cock straining against the thin fabric. Tucking his thumbs inside the waistband, he was
just sliding his boxers down his thighs, when, with a soft tap, the bedroom door swung
open and Tyler stepped inside.
Chapter Five
‚Whoops,‛ Ty said, the corner of his mouth twitching, as if hiding a smile. ‚Looks
like I caught you with your pants down, cowboy.‛
With his boxers halfway between his hips and his knees, Cass straightened and
looked at Ty for a long moment. Tyler gulped, and Cass thought that the man might be
sick again. If so, this was turning into an ugly habit. Then rich laughter burst forth, as if
it could no longer be contained. Tyler was laughing at him!
Cass snorted, trying to hold back his own laughter. ‚You’re drunk! I thought you
didn’t drink?‛
‚Not s’posed to. It’s bad with my<with my drugs. Figured a toast wouldn’t hurt,
but uhm<Jed? Yeah, Jed, he kept pouring and everybody kept toastin’. It was nice
talking with everyone about good old Gibs. ‘Sides, I’m not real drunk<just happy.‛
Tyler smiled at him and winked flirtatiously. Cass thought it was as if someone brought
him his own personal sunshine. The man was too gorgeous for words.
Pulling his boxers back up, covering if not hiding his painfully stiff cock, Cass noted
the way Ty’s gaze locked on the tented front of the black silk. He bit back a moan. Shit.
‚Yeah, Gibby was a helluva man,‛ Cass agreed. He wanted nothing more than to get
Tyler out of his room before his raging desire took over his rational mind. The
vulnerable, innocent Ty had made him crazy with lust. This sexy, laughing Ty was
fucking irresistible.
Forming the words to send Ty away, Cass was shocked to hear himself say, ‚Why
don’t you tell me how you met Gibby?‛ Apparently, his mouth was no longer operating
under the control of his brain. Neither was his body, because Cass threw an arm around
Ty’s shoulders and led him to sit on the edge of the bed.
Ty sat, and then looked up at him, his blue eyes unreadable. ‚I’d like that.‛ He
scooted back further on the bed.
Telling himself he was just being polite, Cass pulled on the heel of Tyler’s boots and
dropped them to the floor, before climbing on the bed beside him. Not exactly close
enough to touch, but close enough. For now.
Tyler must have been lost in memories, because he didn’t seem to notice Cass
removing his boots or sitting so close. Cass waited, letting the man gather his thoughts.
‚I met Gibby when I was in boot camp. He was the main chef in the chow hall. I was
assigned to the galley during workweek. Most of the recruits worked in the kitchen,
running the dishwashers, keeping it clean. A few of us got to work the food line,
serving the food like at a buffet. It was a prime job and I worked my ass off to keep it.
‚I’d joined as an apprentice, meaning, I only had to stay in for a couple of years, but
I wasn’t guaranteed any advanced Navy training. I realized during workweek that I
loved almost everything about the galley. The long hours, the camaraderie all worked
together to make me feel at home. Gibby noticed, and asked if I wanted to be a cook,
full time. He offered to help me get into the rating, uhm, the career field before I left
boot camp.‛
Suddenly glancing up at Cass through his eyelashes, Ty said, ‚I was barely
seventeen and looked younger. Men who leaned that way<you know, towards boys,
had been trying to pick me up for years. So did a few guys closer to my own age. I’d
thought I’d be safe from that kind of shit in the Navy.‛ Tyler shifted his legs, his knee
brushing against Cass’ thigh, as he settled himself more comfortably.
‚One night, towards the end of boot camp, I was heading back to the barracks and
one of the male cooks pulled me behind the chow hall. There were two more guys back
there. They had me surrounded. I was young and terrified that I’d get in trouble if I
didn’t do what they said. They told me I would get discharged if I didn’t cooperate. I
just couldn’t get kicked out. I had nowhere else to go.‛
Cass put his hand on Tyler’s shoulder and gave a squeeze. He didn’t want to hear
this, didn’t want to think about what happened to a young and cornered Tyler.
‚Had you ever<‛ he trailed off, not sure how to ask if Ty had been sexually active
with a male before the attack.
Tyler smiled a gentle smile up at Cass, and sent his heart into spin. Shaking his head
he answered, ‚No, all I’d done was kiss a guy once. It didn’t work out well,‛ he said
with a frown.
‚Gibby found me a few hours later, on his way to work. He took me to the clinic. He
got my Company Commander and a Corpsman friend of his to come in, and together
they patched me up and put me to bed. I don’t remember much of what happened over
the next few days. They covered up the real reason I was in the clinic, protected me, and
made sure I graduated from boot camp.
‚From then on, I was stationed with the old man, unless I was attending some
training he’d arranged or on one of the missions. He treated me like a son, better than
my—‛
Blowing out a breath, Tyler continued, ‚He knew. Gibs knew the real me. Loved me
anyway.‛
Cass realized he’d been stroking Tyler’s back, offering a soothing gesture that could
never be enough to make up for the pain.
‚What’s not to love, Tyler? What happened wasn’t your fault. You didn’t do
anything wrong, baby.‛ He winced, as he heard the endearment that slipped out so
naturally. Shit.
Tyler gave a sad smile, but didn’t look up. ‚Thanks.‛ Then he heaved a sigh, as if the
load he bore was wearing him down. ‚I might as well tell you all of it. You’d start to
wonder about it in a few days, anyway. I told you I kissed a guy once and that I was
barely seventeen when I went to boot camp<‛ his throat worked and he pressed his
lips together. ‚Shit, this is hard. The old man was the only one who knew.‛
Cass kept stroking, his hand sliding across the bunched muscles of Tyler’s back and
shoulder, then down his arm and back again. He kept quiet, letting Ty work out what
he wanted to say.
‚I was an only child, born to my parents late in life. Mom called me her happy
surprise. My dad never said much. He loved my mom, and whatever made her happy
was okay with him. Sometimes though, I got the feeling that he’d rather she’d gotten a
puppy, instead of pregnant. I think he was a little jealous of sharing her attention. He
never treated me bad, just more like he was indulging Mom, rather than like he loved
me.
‚Mom used to love to talk to me and I would sit at the kitchen counter for hours
while she baked and cooked and told me stories. She loved to tell me how she’d
dreamed of a big family, but God saw fit to only give her one special boy. There was
always this unspoken expectation that when I grew up, I’d marry and give her lots of
grandbabies to hug.
‚Of course, I knew even then that I liked boys better than girls, but I kept my
feelings to myself. Don’t get me wrong, there wasn’t a whole lot of angst involved. Hell,
I was just thirteen. I didn’t spend a lot of time thinking about growing up and having
babies.
‚One day a new kid came to our school, Thomas Hunsicker. Even though some of
the kids teased him, he and I hit it off right away. You get the idea, I’m sure. We became
closer, until one day we were having a sleep over at my house because we had to get up
early for a baseball tournament the next morning. We were teasing each other, and that
turned into wrestling, and when he pinned me, he leaned in and gave me a quick kiss.
‚Of course, with all the noise we’d been making, Dad had to come see what was
going on. He opened the door just in time to see the kiss. He pulled Thomas up by the
neck and literally threw him out of the front door. I’d chased after Dad, trying to
explain, trying to keep him from hurting Thomas.
‚Dad turned on me and gave me a beating with his fists and belt. Then he started
drinking.‛ Ty stared at his hands without speaking for a time. ‚I don’t think I ever
knew where Mom was that night. Out somewhere with her friends, I suppose. When
she got home, Dad was totally shitfaced and I was on my bed covered with bruises and
blood.
‚When I refused to tell her what happened, she started in on Dad. He wouldn’t talk
either, and he finally left the house and drove to his favorite bar. Mom cleaned me up,
put ice on the worst of the bruises, and then told me she’d be back. She left to go get
Dad.‛
A single tear ran down Tyler’s cheek, and Cass gently swiped it with his thumb.
‚Mom was killed on her way to the bar. Hit by a drunk driver. Dad blamed me for
Mom’s death. We barely spoke for the next three years. He never forgave me.
‚The day I turned seventeen, he took me to the recruiter’s office and said to sign me
up and get me out of town. I left two weeks later. I didn’t even get to finish high
school.‛
‚Shit, Ty. He was a grown man, he should have known better! How in the hell could
he blame a thirteen year old kid because some asshole drunk driver killed his wife?‛
Tyler blinked up at him, as if he were very far away. All caught up in the past, Cass
thought.
‚I must have left out the most important part. The asshole drunk driver in the other
car was my dad. Mom died instantly and Dad walked away with nothing more than a
black eye. It was my fault he went out drinking that night, and that started the whole
chain reaction that killed my mom. My fault, don’t you see?‛
Chapter Six
Tyler’s soul was laid bare before him, so much pain in those beautiful deep blue
eyes. The moment their gazes met, Cass’ heart pushed any thoughts of self-preservation
aside, and claimed the man as his own. He was keeping Tyler. It was just that simple.
Moving very slowly, he pressed a palm to Tyler’s cheek. When Ty started to pull
away, Cass brought his other hand up and cradled Tyler’s face. He refused to let Ty
look away. He wasn’t sure what must have shown on his face, but Tyler sucked in a
sharp breath and went very still.
Slowly, Cass lowered his mouth until it hovered a breath away from the other man’s
lips. ‚I’m going to kiss you now, Ty,‛ he whispered.
He brushed his lips softly at first, inviting, welcoming. He glided his mouth over
Ty’s, a barrage of sensations assaulting him. When Tyler didn’t pull away, Cass swiped
his tongue against the tightly pressed seam of lips.
Ty’s lips parted on a sigh, and he closed his eyes. Cass kept the kiss gentle, slow,
undemanding. Tyler jerked at the first touch of tongue, but again, he didn’t pull away.
Cass thought he might explode from the sheer seductive force of the kiss. Emotion
poured through him, and the final piece of the shield that had surrounded his heart for
so long threatened to drop away. His senses were scorched with need as he nibbled Ty’s
bottom lip, then he made himself at home, his tongue tracing slow, exotic circles around
Tyler’s.
*
Tentatively at first, his mouth began to move against Cass’ kiss. He shifted his head
slightly to allow the kiss to deepen, and a small moan escaped. Desire bubbled inside
him, and his heartbeat picked up speed and threatened to race away. His blood
pounded in his ears, need rose to a fevered pitch. For the first time in his life, he
allowed himself to be swept up by true passion.
Intellectually, Ty knew there was nothing wrong with his sexual orientation. It was
just the way he was wired. Always had been, always would be. He’d been with women
a few times, tried to convince himself sex was sex. Visiting an occasional whore in the
Philippines, Europe, New York, had kept the rumors about his sexual preference from
burning too hot. Don’t ask, don’t tell, don’t pursue.
What he felt now, sitting here on the edge of Cass’ bed was more intimate than any
sex act. For the first time in his life, he was sharing his darkest memories, touching,
kissing another man. He’d craved this intimacy. Was it possible? Was he ready to stop
living the lie? Ready to put the pain and guilt behind him?
‚You’re thinking too hard, baby,‛ Cass growled against his lips.
‚Oh, God,‛ he whimpered. ‚Cass, I don’t know if I ca—‛
Cass pressed his fingers against Ty’s lips. ‚Shhh<I want you, and I’m willing to go
as slow as you need me to,‛ Cass said.
Ty’s cock was straining against his zipper, and he shifted his hips, trying to get a
little more room. Cass brushed his hand across the taut denim and Ty thought he might
shoot his load from just that brief contact. His hips jerked, and this time it was Cass
who let out a low, deep moan.
‚We’ll go nice and slow, baby,‛ said Cass, his voice a deep caress. ‚I want you to lie
back. I’m going to undress you and then I’m going to taste you,‛ Cass whispered.
Tyler tensed at his words, desire warring with guilt. Was he really ready to shed his
protective cloak of self-denial?
‚Shh<. That’s all we’ll do tonight. I need to taste you, Ty. I want your hard cock
between my lips, down my throat,‛ Cass said.
‚Oh God,‛ he whispered again, and there was no longer any question of what he
wanted. The sheer heat of Cass’ words seared into him, marking him. Despite a lifetime
of denial, he wanted what Cass was offering. He wanted to feel what he’d dreamed of
all his life and he wanted it with this man.
He sucked in his breath as Cass started to undress him, removing his shirt,
unzipping his jeans. The heat in the cowboy’s callused hands scorched Ty’s bare skin.
Every touch, every rough caress stoked his internal fire, until he was burning white-hot
with desire.
‚God, you’re beautiful,‛ Cass said, and with a gentle but firm hand, he pressed
against Tyler’s shoulders and lowered his back to the bed.
Ty looked into the face that leaned over him, his breath coming in short, shallow
gasps. He was painfully erect, more aroused than he’d ever been in his life. He knew
what he wanted, knew he was desired, and still a shudder of fear passed through him.
Once he took this step, there would be no going back.
‚Tell me, Tyler. I don’t want to push you too fast. If you want to stop now, we can.
I’ll just hold you while you sleep. But if you’re willing to try, to take a chance on this old
cowboy, I promise to take you some place you’ve not even let yourself dream of.‛
Ty searched Cass’ steady gaze. Cass lifted one corner of his mouth in a small,
reassuring smile.
‚Don’t worry, we’ll start nice and slow,‛ Cass said again, while he traced just the
tips of his fingers across Ty’s lips, down the column of his neck. He flicked Ty’s nipple,
nearly sending him bucking from the bed with the sensation.
Cass cupped Ty’s balls, and he could feel the heat of the touch through the thick
denim. ‚I meant it when I told you I just wanted to taste you tonight. We won’t go any
farther than that.‛
Tyler took a deep breath, and gave a short nod, afraid to trust himself to speak.
*
He held Ty’s gaze for a long minute, giving him every opportunity to change his
mind, praying he wouldn’t. Cass had never wanted a man more than he wanted Tyler
Hardin, and he wasn’t about to fuck it up by moving too fast. It was like breaking a
horse, only a helluva lot more important. He needed to get Ty used to his voice, to his
touch, before they went any further.
And what will you do with him once he’s broken, the small voice in his brain asked.
What makes you think this one’s any different from all the others? How long before you
push him away, just like the rest? He brushed the thought aside as his mouth claimed
Ty’s once again, before he started the long, slow exploration of the other man’s body.
Cass was used to rangy cowboys, with long, hard muscles, and who smelled of
leather and hard work. Ty was big, bulky, and he smelled<well, fuck. He smelled
delicious. Just like one of his goddamn cinnamon rolls he’d made for breakfast. Cass
slid his tongue over Ty’s spicy skin, tracing a path along his neck, covering his
collarbone in kisses.
Ty’s well-defined pecs were covered with dark, silky hair and topped with flat
coppery disks. Cass stroked one nipple with his tongue and then he blew on the
dampened skin. He worked at the puckered peak with his teeth and mouth, drawing a
moan of pleasure from the other man, before moving to the other nipple. When he
judged that Ty was ready for more, Cass followed the ridges and planes of the most
defined abs he’d ever seen outside a magazine.
Ty’s muscles quivered under the assault and his moan of pleasure drove straight to
Cass’ already rock hard cock. Pushing aside his own need for release, Cass followed the
trail of hair as it vee’d a path straight to the treasure he’d been craving since he’d first
laid eyes on Tyler. He pulled the jeans the rest of the way off, taking Ty’s underwear
with them. Extending proudly from a triangle of curly black hair, Ty’s engorged cock
twitched and throbbed, as if begging for long-denied attention.
Kneeling between Ty’s thighs and pressing his face into the soft nest of curls, Cass
breathed deeply of the spicy man-scent. ‚Fuck, Ty. You smell so good,‛ he murmured,
just before his tongue darted out to capture the pearlescent drop of pre-cum hovering
on the broad cap of Tyler’s cock.
Ty gasped, his back arched, and his hips thrust at the first touch of tongue. Cass
quickly took the weeping tip into his mouth, gentle at first, pulling, sucking. Keeping
his hand fisted around the base of Tyler’s prick, he worked at the tip, flicking his tongue
into the slit, spreading moisture along the thick column, teasing and tasting.
The tension in Tyler’s body radiated from his every pore. Cass knew Ty waged a
personal war between pleasure and shame and he was determined to make sure his
lover’s pleasure emerged a clear victor in this battle. Again, a fierce sense of
possessiveness swept through Cass, but he pushed the feeling aside and focused on Ty.
‚God, please, Cass, I—‛ Ty said, his voice tight with a desperate need.
‚What, baby? Tell me what you need,‛ Cass said.
‚You, oh God, don’t stop, I need you!‛
‚I’ll never stop, lover,‛ Cass said. Then cupping Tyler’s balls in one hand, he
pumped his own cock with his other hand. Ty’s sac drew up tight, and he knew neither
of them would last much longer. Opening his jaws wide, he took Ty’s cock deep and
fast, letting it bump against the back of his throat with each hard stroke. Ty’s hips thrust
in strong, jerky movements. When Ty began to fuck his mouth, Cass hummed around
his cock, letting him know he could take it harder.
‚Oh fuuuuck,‛ Ty yelled, his head thrown back, hips pushed up.
Cass opened his throat and swallowed around the big cock, enjoying the feel of the
hot cum shooting down his throat. He continued to milk every drop, even as his own
load shot into his hand.
*
Every nerve ending he possessed was firing signals of pleasure to his brain. Ty’s
muscles shook, simply overwhelmed by the magic of Cass’ mouth, by the promises of
his words. He was fucking trembling with pleasure.
When Cass crawled to the top of the bed, Tyler allowed himself to take refuge in the
other man’s arms, to be held by him against the barrage of sensations. Neither man
spoke; it seemed both of them needed a minute to bring their breathing back to normal.
‚I never knew—‛ he started when he could speak. He broke off mid-sentence,
unsure of how to express everything he felt. Gratitude, relief, and lust all mixed
together, but the overriding sensation at the moment was anxiety. He wanted to take
Cass into his arms, to take the next step, but he was afraid he’d fuck it up. He’d never
even touched another man before now, only dreamed of it. What the fuck did he know
about giving a blowjob?
‚You’re thinking too hard again, baby,‛ Cass whispered against his cheek.
‘I don’t know what to do next,‛ Ty admitted, tentatively reaching his hand toward
Cass’ hips.
Cass grabbed his hand and held it for a moment. ‚You don’t owe me anything. I
promised we would take this slow, and I meant it. We have plenty of time.‛
‚But it’s not fair to leave you<to leave you<‛
Laughing, Cass said, ‚Ty, baby, you didn’t leave me hanging, if that’s what you’re
thinking. Come here.‛
Cass took Ty’s hand and swiped it against the tip of his own cock, and Ty’s fingers
came away sticky with Cass’ cum. ‚We came together, baby. Feeling you, tasting,
watching you come for me<there was no way I was letting you go over by yourself.‛
Cass brought their joined hand to Ty’s mouth and rubbed his cum on his lover’s
lips. Then he closed his mouth over Ty’s, mingling the taste of their sex. ‚Tomorrow’s
soon enough,‛ Cass whispered, his words a promise.
Chapter Seven
‚You goddamn son of a bitch! You just had to go and take what was mine. You
never fuck anything close to home. You knew I wanted Tyler, but you fucking took him
anyway.‛
Well, hadn’t this morning just started out great, Cass thought. Never taking his eyes
off Jed, he said quietly ‚You don’t want to do this, Jed. I swear to you, I didn’t fuck
him.‛
‚Maybe not yet, but you plan to. I ain’t stupid. I saw the way you was eyeing each
other at breakfast. Hell, you practically fucked him at the table.‛
‚Ty’s a grown man, Jed. He’ll make his choice when he’s ready, and it isn’t up to
either one of us. Now nice and easy, put the gun down.
Without a flick of a glance, Cass saw Tyler move out the kitchen door and through
the courtyard. He moved smoothly, quietly as he crossed the dirt drive behind Jed. Shit,
he needed to get the gun out of the asshole’s hands before Ty got anywhere close to the
trouble.
It seemed Tyler had other ideas.
‚Hey, Jed,‛ Tyler said quietly, as he got closer, drawing Jed’s attention from Cass for
a second.
Cass tried to take advantage of the momentary distraction. He took one quick step
forward, but he wasn’t nearly close enough to disarm the bastard. Jed whirled and fired
a shot that kicked up dirt a scant inch from Cass’ left foot.
‚Fuck, Jed! Put down the goddamn gun before someone gets hurt,‛ Cass yelled. The
other ranch hands had started to gather, forming a lose circle around the men. That was
all well and good if it was fists, but goddamn Jed brought a gun to the fight and
someone was likely to catch a stray bullet if the asshole kept firing.
Too late, he realized Ty was intentionally drawing closer to Jed, despite the gun. He
wanted to shout out, to warn Tyler to stay back, that he would handle it.
In the blink of an eye, Ty went from too far away to reach Jed, to close enough to
hug him. There didn’t seem to be any space of time or sense of motion, he was just
suddenly there. Then Ty was airborne, spinning, and yelling, his right leg bent at the
knee, left leg extended. Cass saw Jed’s head snap back half a moment before his brain
registered the sound of Ty’s foot connecting with the side of Jed’s head.
With eyes rolling up to disappear under sagging lids, Jed went down in a boneless
heap, gun clattering harmlessly to the dirt.
Not exactly a ranch hand’s weapon, Cass thought, as he watched a very cool Tyler
Hardin deal with the situation. Ty bent down and retrieved the nine-mil, clicked on the
safety and tucked it into the waistband of his jeans. Never taking his eyes from Jed, Ty
casually asked, ‚You going to call the Sheriff?‛ Only then did he look up and it seemed
to come as a surprise that everyone was staring at him.
‚Goddamn that was cool,‛ said Tony. ‚Like some kind of action hero,‛ he laughed.
‚Think we’ll have to give you your own name.‛
‚Ty Hard,‛ said Roy, entering the circle of men standing around watching. ‚That’s
what Gibby said they called him.‛
‚Ty Hard, huh?‛ said Cass. ‚Well, I don’t know about that, but I do know you
probably saved my life,‛ he said and crossed to Ty in three steps. Without hesitating, he
pulled him into a kiss that seemed to go on forever. Dimly, Cass was aware of the other
men whooping and hollering. When Cass finally pulled back from the kiss, Ty was
breathing hard and his eyes had taken on a sexy haze.
Cass grinned before turning and pointing at Jed, still an unmoving useless heap.
‚That asshole is dangerous. Tony, you and Rot Gut grab his shit. Throw him in the
truck and take him on down to Kingman. Stop by the office before you head out and I’ll
have his last paycheck ready.
He turned back to Ty and saw his lover had recovered from the kiss. He wanted to
put that look of hunger back on his face. Maybe he wouldn’t wait until tonight to
continue with the next lesson. First, he needed to make sure Tyler never did something
that crazy again.
‚As for you, Ty Hard, I appreciate what you did, but we need to get one thing
straight. You’re the cook and I’m the cowboy. If anyone needs to be going after
assholes, it’s going to be me. Don’t you ever fucking go up unarmed against a gun
again. You hear me?‛
Ty turned a quarter of a turn and their gazes locked. The look in Ty’s eyes went as
cold and dead as any snake. ‚I take care of my own shit. No one fucking messes with
me.‛ Without another word, he turned and walked back into the house.
Cass sucked in a breath at both the words and the tone. Ty had just gone someplace
very bad in his head.
‚Damn, he’s stone cold,‛ Rot Gut said.
‚Ty Hard,‛ agreed Manuel.
‚That last bit? That kind of dead in his eye? Damn, that’s the part that worried
Gibby, Cass. I think you better go after him,‛ Roy said softly.
‚Okay, show’s over everyone,‛ Cass called out. ‚Get this piece of shit out of here.
Manny, I changed my mind about the check. Go get two weeks pay from the petty cash
and tuck it in Jed’s pocket.‛
He took off his hat and swiped a hand over his sweaty forehead and let his gaze
drift towards the kitchen door. Now he knew. Tyler could take care of himself in a fight,
but it damn near made him want to cry to see Tyler’s warm blue eyes turn empty and
lifeless. With what the man had been through overseas, his injuries, and
medication<hell, Tyler was a walking advertisement for Post-Traumatic Stress
Disorder.
Gibby had wanted to bring Tyler here to heal, to spend some time getting his life
back together before he had to face any stressful situations. In short order, Tyler had
been forced to face the death of a man he loved like a father, gotten his dick sucked, and
now, had disarmed a man firing a goddamn gun.
Way to go asshole, he thought. He couldn’t have made Tyler more stressed if he
tried. He should just leave the man alone, give him some space to sort through his
feelings. He knew he couldn’t do that. Wouldn’t do that.
‚Manuel, take over for me, today,‛ he said, his gaze flicking between his men and
the house. ‚I’m not sure how long<‛
‚Sure, boss, no problema. Let’s go, caballeros. We have work to do. Tony and Rot
Gut, get this piece of shit out of here. Take your time, boss,‛ Manuel smiled.
With a sharp nod of his head, Cass started toward the house. Toward his man.
****
Ty stood with his hands gripping the edge of the counter, eyes closed, and counting.
In<one, two, three, four, five. Out<one, two, three, four, five. He did not want to take
more drugs, did not want to lose another piece of himself. Fuck.
Suddenly, light exploded all around him. He recognized the flash-bang grenade,
even as he dove for cover. He rolled and bounced right back to his feet, fighting stance
ready. He saw no one, but everything slowed, just as it always did when he prepared
for battle. He was careful to keep his heart rate down, felt the blood crawl through his
veins. He moved slowly, began to take inventory. His knives<where the fuck were his
knives? He patted his forearms and looked down. Where the hell was his uniform?
Special ops<were they supposed to be undercover?
The familiar press of a gun tucked into his waistband told him he was armed, but
goddamn he needed his knives. Slowly, he reached for the gun, automatically checking
that it was loaded and the safety off. He looked around and realized he was in a
kitchen<he knew kitchens—there would be knives. With the stealth of a jungle cat, he
moved to the block of wood holding an assortment of blades. Selecting two paring
knives, Ty continued to make his way down the hall.
There weren’t many shadows, so he clung to the walls as he moved silently through
the house. He’d never seen anything like this house anywhere in Kandahar Province
before. Never seen a house with bright sunlight streaming through broad windows. The
buildings that still had windows were shuttered, the glass layered with grime,
darkened by any means possible. This little incongruity told him the target he was
pursuing must be somewhere outside the city, and was very wealthy.
There were voices outside, but that wouldn’t be anyone from his team. They
wouldn’t speak freely if anyone in the compound was still alive. Unless of course they
had already captured the entire camp. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Why couldn’t he remember the
mission? His team? He’d have to report this lapse to Doc.
‚Ty? Tyler? You back here, man?‛
Tyler moved swiftly, taking cover behind a door. He palmed the small knife,
checking the balance, automatically calculating the throwing distance. He tucked the
gun back into his waistband, he preferred to kill silently. That would keep him safe
until he could find his team leader.
‚Tyler?‛
*
‚Tyler?‛ Cass called out softly, not at all happy about the silent house.
Tyler should have been in the kitchen, should have answered when his name was
called. Cass just didn’t know enough about Ty’s injuries, about PTSD. What if Ty was
on the floor, collapsed under the debilitating headaches that plagued him? What if it
was something worse?
This morning he’d awakened alone in his big bed, already missing the feel of Tyler
curled against his side. They’d fallen asleep after a very intense blowjob, the very first
Ty ever experienced from a man. Cass admitted to himself that he’d hoped for a repeat
when they woke, but either Ty had been too skittish or the call to make breakfast was
just too strongly ingrained.
Cass hadn’t a moment alone with Tyler since then. The men had already been in the
house waiting to eat by the time Cass had made it out of the bedroom. He could have
waited until they’d gone outside after breakfast, but he thought it might make Tyler
even more uncomfortable. He’d planned to go outside, have his usual meeting with the
men, and then sneak back in for a quick word with Tyler before he rode out for the
morning.
Instead, he’d walked outside and ran straight into Jed and his gun. Shit, he needed
to talk to Tyler, where was he?
‚Tyler?‛ Cass called softly as he went through the door of the bedroom.
In an instant, a massive forearm circled his neck, and a big hand splayed against the
back of his head. The broad, hard body of his lover pressed up against his back, but
there was nothing gentle about this embrace. It was deadly serious.
‚Ty<Tyler,‛ Cass pushed out through his compressed windpipe. He let his muscles
relax against Tyler, needing the man to feel the total lack of resistance, hoping to
communicate with his body that he was not the enemy.
‚Tyler, it’s me, it’s Cass. You’re safe here, babe,‛ Cass rasped out, his throat on fire.
‚Cass?‛ Tyler whispered uncertainly and loosened the chokehold slightly.
‚Yeah, Tyler. It’s me. We’re on my ranch, remember? Willow Springs Ranch. Come
on, big guy, loosen up, now. Let me breathe,‛ Cass whispered.
Ty’s arms dropped suddenly to his side, and the knife slipped from his hands. Cass
turned and wrapped his arms around the other man’s waist, but not before he’d caught
a glimpse of the complete confusion on Tyler’s face.
‚Shh<it’s all right, now. Everything’s all right,‛ Cass said, swaying slightly, tucking
Tyler’s head against his shoulder.
Ty started to shake, a small tremble that shivered through him. Cass didn’t know if
it was a reaction to what happened with Jed or their own narrow escape. All he knew
was a fierce need to protect the man in his arms.
Keeping one arm around Tyler, Cass moved him toward the bed. ‚Come on,
handsome. We didn’t get much sleep last night. How about we lie down for a little bit?
Maybe take a little nap together, okay?‛
Cass felt relief wash over him when Ty let himself be led to the bed. ‚Let me help
you get out of these, you’ll sleep better,‛ Cass said as he stripped the jeans from his
lover. ‚Does your head hurt? Can I get you some of your medicine?‛
‚I don’t<I don’t want to take<makes me feel<‛ Tyler stammered out, starting to
get agitated.
‚Shh<you don’t have to take anything right now, let’s just lie down here together
and see if that helps, okay?‛ Cass soothed. When Tyler curled on his side, facing away,
Cass rubbed his calloused hand soothingly over the younger man’s back until his
breathing relaxed, and he fell into a deep sleep.
Cass curled around his lover’s body, draped his arm over his hip, and pressed a kiss
to the smooth brown shoulder. Tyler needed help. He might have been physically well
enough to be released from care, but there was no doubt, he wasn’t finished healing yet.
Chapter Eight
Tyler only got as far as mentioning his name to the receptionist before the double
doors separating the waiting room and the clinic pushed open and a small, good-
looking man hurried out, hand extended.
‚You must be Tyler. It’s a pleasure to meet you,‛ he said, clasping Ty’s hand in both
of his. Then he tucked his arm around Tyler’s waist and led him into the secure medical
treatment area. There was nothing left for Cass to do but wait.
For the next forty-five minutes he surreptitiously observed the other men in the
room. Were the women Veteran’s tougher and they didn’t need healthcare? Or maybe
this was a men only clinic day. With a mental shrug, Cass continued to watch.
Eventually, each man had made it through the double doors and back out, until the
receptionist and he were the only two left. She finally came out from behind her glass
booth and flipped the sign to indicate to the world that the clinic was now closed. She
smiled at him as she wobbled pasty on high heels and thin legs to return to her secure
desk area. Apparently, like him, she was here for the long haul.
With a sigh, he picked up yet another magazine about beautiful people whose lives
didn’t connect with his in any way. After Ty’s flashback, he’d called the Kingman VA
Clinic, unsure if they’d see Tyler. He needn’t have worried. After a couple of minutes
on hold, he’d explained part of Tyler’s situation to a social worker named Perry, who’d
insisted he bring Tyler in for an appointment. Perry had even shifted things around and
arranged for Tyler to meet Dr. Hoffmann that very afternoon, so they’d climbed in the
truck and made the two hour drive to town.
He glanced up when the sharp smell of nail enamel wafted through the room. The
receptionist was painting her nails with a textbook propped against her monitor.
Apparently, they were closed enough for extra-curricular activities, but not closed
enough for her to leave.
‚Long day?‛ he asked when she’d glanced up to find him staring.
‚Not too bad. I’m still in school, so I only work afternoons and we close at five. It
gives me time to take classes at the community college a couple of nights a week.‛
‚Are you open late like this one night a week?‛ he asked, a little confused, since it
was past closing time.
‚No, no, we’re not really open. Perry asked me to stay as a favor. I’m happy to do it
for your friend.‛ With an apologetic smile, she turned back to her book, dainty
nailbrush dripping with pink poised over her left hand.
Out of things to pretend to read, Cass propped his elbows on his knees and absently
tapped his cowboy hat against his calves. Thirty long minutes later Ty emerged, with
the man’s arm around his waist again. Still? Was the doctor making moves on Ty?
‚Don’t forget Tyler, take two capsules in the morning, and two at night. Same time
each day, like maybe six and six. You’re probably going to feel like shit for the next few
days, more tired than usual. Stay with them, and that sleepy effect will fade. Doc said
you won’t have to take these forever, but you can’t just stop taking them, okay? You
wait ‘til Doc gives the word. Go over and talk to Missy, she has some more paperwork
for you to take home. Bring it back next Thursday when you come to see me.‛
‚Thanks for everything, Perry. I really appreciate it,‛ Tyler said. He turned to the
receptionist and Perry turned toward Cass.
Perry, not the doctor, he thought, as a piercing blue gaze locked with his. Perry was
only a couple of inches over five feet, with delicate features accentuated by the long
dark hair pulled back from his face in a ponytail. A beautiful man who set all kinds of
gaydar alarms ringing.
‚Mr. Cartwright? Nice to meet you, I’m Perry White,‛ he said holding out a hand.
‚Call me Cass. Seriously? Perry White?‛ Cass said, looking down and shaking the
other man’s slender hand.
‚Seriously. Never gonna work in the newspaper business. Parents suck,‛ he
grinned. ‚Thanks for bringing Tyler in, it’s a real honor to meet him. Will getting him
here next week be any problem? Or should I go ahead and schedule transportation? It’s
no problem to schedule the van pick up. Especially since we’re going to be seeing each
other twice a week, starting week after next.‛
‚Tyler’s got a car, but if he’s not supposed to drive, I’ll make sure he gets here,‛ Cass
said, with a quick glance to check on Ty.
Perry fixed him with a searching look, started to say something, then stopped. He
glanced quickly over at Tyler once more and said softly, ‚Thanks for taking him in
temporarily. We’re going to work on the vocational rehab and reintegration into a
community. I understand why the Docs back east wanted to release him to an almost-
family member, but this situation disintegrated in a hurry. It’s more than he should
have to deal with so soon. This is a tough time right now for anyone to be in his
position. Disabled Vet. No job, no home<‛ the social worker trailed off.
‚He’s got a job and a home,‛ Cass said through suddenly clenched teeth. ‚Excuse
me, it was nice to meet you,‛ he said. He pushed his hat down on his head and moved
to Ty who was waiting by the door, a sheaf of papers in one hand a bottle of pills in the
other.
‚Ready to go home?‛ he asked.
‚Yeah,‛ Ty agreed tiredly.
****
‚What’s the matter? Isn’t the steak cooked the way you like it?‛ Cass asked.
He looked down, startled to realize he’d only taken a few bites of the perfectly
seared strip of rare beef. His mind was caught up in all the things he and Perry had
talked about this afternoon. Doctor Hoffmann had joined them halfway through the
appointment, asked a few questions about the head injury and the surgeries that put his
Humpty-Dumpty-self back together. He’d hoped he could escape the appointment with
nothing more than an updated prescription. Not that he hadn’t appreciated the medical
care after his injuries, but six months of it was more than enough.
Unfortunately, before the doc could leave, Perry spoke up about Gibby’s death and
the flashback. All of a sudden, Ty had seemed to present a more interesting case than
just another head trauma. The doctor changed the prescription and added twice-weekly
therapy sessions, plus vocational rehab, and life counseling. Christ, it had really pissed
him off.
After the doctor left, he’d laid in to Perry for interfering in his personal life, but the
smaller man wasn’t intimidated by either his words or his attitude. He’d just stared
with his tranquil blues eyes until Tyler ran out of steam, then proceeded to make a
ridiculous number of plans that he deemed necessary for a full recovery and integration
back into civilian life.
Belatedly, Ty realized Cass was waiting for an answer. With a quick shake of his
head, he popped a piece of steak in his mouth and spoke round it.
‚Sorry, the steak is perfect. This was a good idea. I mean getting some supplies and
eating before we start to drive back. How do you get used to living so far out in the
boonies?‛
Laughter poured out of Cass, his dark head thrown back, teeth flashing white
against his tan skin. ‚Seriously? How’d you do it in Afghanistan or on a ship? You
couldn’t exactly run down to the neighborhood market. You build a plan, make a list,
and learn to be comfortable with what’s actually on hand. But it’s also why anyone who
comes to town picks up everything on the running list taped to the fridge.
‚Looks like you and I will be coming to town pretty regular for a while. I’ll run the
errands while you have your appointments. That’ll keep things pretty simple.‛
‚That’s not what I expect, Cass. Perry says he’ll help me find a place in town and a
job. Soon as I have a permanent address I can switch my bank so the VA payments will
be easier to get. I never came out here intending anything except a visit with Gibby
before I moved on to find my own way. I still think Laughlin sounds good for a job once
things settle down, so I’ll probably look for a place to live in Bullhead City,‛ he said,
mentioning the city on the Arizona side of the Colorado River
Realizing he’d been doing all the talking, he took another bite of steak, and looked
up to find Cass staring at him. The man’s lips were tightly compressed, his nostrils
flared, and a tick in his jaw was visible below his left ear. He didn’t know the cowboy
that well, but if he had to put a name to the expression, he would say the other man was
seriously pissed.
Before Ty could ask what was wrong, Cass threw a wad of cash on the table.
‚Finish up, we need to go. I’m going to gas the truck and I’ll meet you out front in a
few minutes.
Swallowing around the partially chewed meat, Ty asked the now empty table, ‚Was
it something I said?‛
****
Cussing a blue streak, Cass kick at the lopsided bumper of his truck and pressed 9-1-
1 on his cell phone. He stepped back to avoid the pebbles of shattered glass that littered
the asphalt on the driver’s side. Two flat tires and a smashed driver side window. Hell,
Riley’s was a busy steakhouse on Route 66, right in the middle of where every tourist
on the way to Las Vegas stopped for gas, but he doubted they’d find any witnesses.
This was just the sort of random act of vandalism a bunch of high school kids could get
into in hurry in a small town on a Friday night.
He absently walked around the truck as he gave the dispatcher the details and she
promised to send a deputy as soon as she could. He dug in his wallet for his insurance
agent’s business card and left a brief message on the answering service.
With a sharp exhale, Cass moved to the restaurant’s porch to wait for the cops.
Riley’s Steakhouse was a large barn-style building, with a raised boardwalk separating
the front door and the parking lot. He sat in one of the rocking chairs and eyed the
numerous barrel tables, chairs, and checkerboards. It was just bad luck that no one was
sitting outside, waiting for a table.
Flipping open his phone again to call the ranch, he realized he was delaying the
inevitable. He should go inside to find Tyler and let him know what happened to the
truck. Shit. He should go find Tyler and apologize. He’d acted completely out of
character when Ty spoke about trying to put his life back together. The man had been
dealt one bad hand after another, and was doing his level best to survive. Who was
Cass to judge? He had no claims on the man, but God damn it, he’d never felt like this
about anyone before.
The front door swung open, and Cass jumped to his feet to face Tyler, the apology
already on his lips.
What walked through the door was a completely new flavor of tall, dark, and
handsome. Although they’d never met, he had no trouble identifying the new Sheriff.
His picture had been plastered all over the local paper for the last two months. He’d
been a controversial selection, and a clear indication that the mayor was trying to free
herself from the good old boy network that had kept the county in a stranglehold for
the last decade. And the man was holding the door for Tyler.
‚Are you new in town, Tyler?‛ Holden Titus was asking. Holy shit. How long had
they been talking?
‚Yes, sir. Well, not really in town. I’m staying on the Willow Springs Ranch with
a<friend of a friend, I suppose you’d say. I just got discharged from the Navy and I’m
still sorting through what to do next.‛
Deep laughter rumbled through the Sheriff’s chest. ‚I remember when I first got out
of the Navy. I called everything that moved sir.‛ He clapped a big hand on Ty’s beefy
shoulder. ‚You don’t need to call me or anyone else around here sir. Unless you’re in to
that sort of thing,‛ he joked. ‚Listen, I’ve got to get back to work. I’ve got a report of
some vandalism I need to check out, since I was already at the scene. It was nice to meet
you, Tyler. Looks like we’ve got some sea stories to share. Maybe we could get together
for lunch next time you’re in town. I’m new around here, myself. It would be nice to
make a friend.‛
Before Tyler could answer, Cass stepped forward, hand extended. ‚Hey, Sheriff. I’m
Cass Cartwright. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I wonder if I might be the victim of
that report?‛
Holden looked up for a moment, then grinned, and took his hand.
‚Nice to meet you, Cass. Let’s have a look at your truck.‛
‚Your truck? What happened, Cass?‛ Tyler asked.
Cass spent the next hour filling out forms, answering questions, and watching a
futile effort to find fingerprints. An over-sized tow truck pulled up just as the last of the
city vehicles was departing.
‚You staying in town, tonight?‛ Sheriff Titus asked. ‚We could go back inside and
grab a beer at the bar. Start on those sea stories. Or maybe not,‛ he said, as he looked at
the rocking chair where Tyler slept soundly.
Cass felt the smile tug at his mouth when he looked at Ty. The new meds must have
already kicked in, he thought. ‚Some other time, Holden, thanks. They’re bringing the
new tires,‛ he nodded at the wrecker. ‚I need to get Tyler back tonight. He’s had a
pretty rough day.‛
Titus gave him a look. It was a good look, and Cass fought the urge to squirm under
the scrutiny. He had a momentary thought that he and the Sheriff would be a good
match in a poker game.
‚Anything else you want to tell me, Cartwright?‛ Holden asked.
Looking back at the sleeping man, Cass weighed his options. He didn’t really think
the damage to his truck was anything other than a random act. On the other hand, if Jed
were involved, he’d like the bastard to pay.
Trusting his gut, he told the Sheriff what was on his mind. ‚I don’t believe this had
anything to do with what happened here, but we did have some trouble out at the
ranch this morning. To be honest, so many other things happened since then I didn’t
think of it until just now. I had to fire a ranch hand for being drunk and waving a gun
around this morning. A couple of my men dropped him off at the YMCA. I suppose he
could have gotten pissed off enough to do this, if he saw my truck.‛
‚Want to tell me the ranch hand’s name and what he was so upset about?‛ the
Sheriff asked.
Cass raked his hand through his hair before he put his hat back on. ‚Jedidiah Black.
He had an interest in Ty, and thought I might be letting my own interest interfere and
prevent him from having any luck with the new comer.‛
Holden’s face was perfectly neutral, except for the one eyebrow that arched over his
right eye. ‚And were you?‛
‚Yep.‛
‚I see,‛ Holden said.
‚Bother you?‛ Cass asked bluntly.
‚Nope. I got enough on my plate without worrying about what people get up to on
their own. I assume you noticed the color of my skin?‛
‚Yep,‛ Cass said again, and gave the Sheriff a grin. ‚All right, I just thought you
might need to know. There’s just one other thing. Ty kicked Jed’s ass.‛ He snorted and
shook his head. ‚No, that isn’t exactly right. Ty took one flying damn kick and Black
went down in a heap, out cold.
‚Ty got back from Afghanistan not too long ago, and he was injured pretty badly—‛
‚Yeah, I saw the scar on his head, and wondered,‛ Holden said.
‚The whole thing with Jed this morning triggered some kind of combat flashback.
That’s why we’re here. Went to the VA. For everybody’s sake, it would be best if Black
stayed far away from Ty. And he sure as hell better stay the fuck away from me.‛
Chapter Nine
Weekends at the ranch were a different pace than the rest of the week. Most of the
men took off if there wasn’t a need to haul animals to a rodeo or livestock sale. Cass
usually split the duties up, and either he or Manuel stuck around to make sure
everything ran smoothly. This was his weekend off, and he had plans for his chef.
‚Come on, sleepy head,‛ he said, sticking his head in the door of Tyler’s guest room.
Between the long day and the addition of the new drugs, Ty had been nearly comatose
with exhaustion by the time they’d returned from Kingman. As much as he would have
loved to tuck the man in bed next to him, Cass was smart enough to realize he needed
to take things slow.
‚Get yourself dressed, pack an overnight bag, we have plans,‛ he said, and then left
to pack his own small bag.
*
Ty held on to the rail of the all-terrain four-wheeler, grinning as Cass gave him a
quick tour of the ranch. He couldn’t help smiling at the carefree expression on Tyler’s
face as they bounced over the ruts and rock.
‚The ranch has over twenty-thousand acres, between what I own outright and what
I lease from the government.‛
‚Wow. That’s huge. I had no idea your ranch was so big,‛ Ty shouted over the
sound of the engine.
‚We don’t have much free range cattle. We monitor the land carefully, keep the
cattle from causing permanent damage to the natural landscape. The desert isn’t like the
land back east. Our scrub doesn’t support much in the way of grazing, so we keep most
of the livestock closer to the main house and provide their food and maintain fenced
pastures. We provide stock for rodeos, do some dude ranching occasionally, even have
a camp twice a year for kids. It keeps me and about a dozen ranch hands busy, most of
the time.‛
‚And you have a big garden and I thought I saw some fruit trees, behind the main
house,‛ Ty said.
Cass glanced over to make sure Tyler wasn’t making fun of him, but all he saw was
a genuine interest.
‚Yeah, that’s kind of my own pet project. I like gardening. It’s all organic. Gibby
used to use a lot of the herbs and vegetables.‛
‚Good to know. I’ll check it out when we get back. Where are—holy shit! Is that a
lake?‛
‚Hardly a full-fledged lake, more like a pond on steroids. It’s about three acres and
stocked with large-mouth bass. You like to fish?‛
‚Love it. I used to go fishing when I was training down in Panama City. Sometimes
deep-sea, but mostly just a little fishing hole near the Air Force base. Training was a
little<intense. I could take a sleeping bag and spend a couple of days by myself,
winding down.‛
‚Well, you’re welcome to one of those sleeping tents any time,‛ he said, pointing to
the small structures on the far side of the lake. It never gets too hot here, never too cold,
either. We’re just high enough in the Black Mountains to give us four mild seasons.‛
‚There’s so much here, Cass. I had no idea. Gibby seemed to think I’d want to work
here, but I couldn’t imagine having enough to do, stuck out in the middle of nowhere. I
kind of had a picture of our camp in Afghanistan<‛ he trailed off.
Reaching over, Cass clamped a hand on Ty’s shoulder, but let the moment pass
without saying anything. Sometimes the only comfort came from knowing you weren’t
alone.
After a minute, he felt Ty’s shoulder relax, and he removed his hand. ‚So tell me
kid, not afraid of flying are you?‛ He’d timed his question perfectly to coincide with the
four-wheeler topping the crest of a hill and revealing the private airstrip and the Cessna
tied down and waiting.
****
Tyler looked around the luxury suite, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the extravagant
furnishings. They were on one of the suite levels of the Bellagio Hotel, overlooking the
famous fountains. ‚I’ve never been to Las Vegas, before. I don’t think my blue jeans are
exactly going to cut it here, Cass. This hotel, this suite<you obviously have something
in mind that I’m not sure I’m ready for. Something I might never be ready for. You
should have said something.‛
The cowboy wrapped long arms around his waist and rested his chin on Ty’s
shoulder. Ty forced himself to relax enough to accept the embrace, but not enough to
melt into it, as certain parts of his body were encouraging him to do.
‚Hear me out, Ty. Please?‛ Cass asked, voice a hot whisper against his neck.
Ty gave a quick nod and tried to figure out what to do with his hands. His arms felt
awkward hanging down by his sides, but Cass was wrapped around him, holding him
tight.
‚I’ve been on my own a very long time. My parents were big adventurers. We were
a close, happy family, took a lot of trips together. To celebrate my graduation from high
school, they planned an African safari. They started the trip without me so I could make
a quick side trip to visit MIT to plan for my first semester in the fall. The department
chair woman tracked me down to tell me that parents had been killed. The jeep they
were in overturned and suddenly, my whole world changed. I went into a bit of a
tailspin. Gave up the idea of college, quit my job, sold their house. I bought a pickup
truck and headed west. Decided I was gonna be a cowboy.‛
Ty noticed Cass’ voice took on a singsong rhythm and his words rolled a little more,
as if he was pulling his cowboy persona over the pain of losing his family. A shudder
passed through the rancher, and he seemed to shake himself out of the memories.
‚Sorry, got lost for a minute there. The point is<I’ve been on my own for twenty
years. I never had any intention of settling for one man, because I know how quickly all
that can be ripped from you. In a lot of ways, Jed was right about me. I never bring
anyone home, never had a relationship, unless you count the guys on the ranch.‛
Cass dropped his arms suddenly and moved around him to press his forehead
against the window. Ty wasn’t sure what to do. He was pretty sure of what he wanted,
but he didn’t think this was the time.
‚I don’t know what’s happening to me,‛ Cass said in choked voice. ‚Practically from
the first moment I saw you, I wanted to claim you, to keep you. Shit, I know I’m fucking
this up. You’ve never been with anyone but me, and even that was just a baby step. But
Ty<I gotta tell you—‛
Cass swallowed hard, then ran a hand over his face, leaving his eyes covered for a
minute. Ty put a hand on the cowboy’s shoulder.
‚Come on, Cass—‛
‚No, I’m sorry, Ty. You’re right. I should have told you where we were going, what
we were doing. I just wanted to surprise you. I’ve never had someone I wanted
to<hell, I don’t know. I just want to make you feel better, okay? You’ve had a shitty
time of it lately, and I just want to give you this weekend as something a little special.‛
He turned to face Ty.
‚Let me give you this weekend. It’s no big deal, no strings attached. Here’s all I had
planned<I hate fuckin’ shopping, but I thought we could go downstairs and get a pair
of slacks for the evening. The dress code said business casual, and, well, I figured it
would just be easier to get that here.‛
‚What the fuck are you talking about? What dress code?‛
Cass grinned, his good humor and confidence temporarily restored and went to the
small table and took an envelope tucked into the front of the welcome basket of fruit
and wine. Holding out two passes, he asked, ‚Do you play poker, sailor? We’ve got a
Texas Hold’em tournament that starts in an hour. Then I figured dinner and a show.
That’s it. No other plans. Tomorrow we can go wherever you want. Please, Ty. Say yes,
let me give you tonight. Don’t sweat the bed; I’ll stay on the couch. Let this just be about
me giving you a special weekend because I want to, not about anything else.‛
The silence was tense as Cass looked at him expectantly. Hell, what could he say?
The big cowboy was wearing his heart on his sleeve. He knew what a risk the man had
taken to tell him all that and his words had cut right through every last line of Tyler’s
defense.
Ty couldn’t even remember who he thought his lifelong self-denial was appeasing.
There was nothing he could do, no price he could pay that would change what
happened to his mother. He owed his father nothing. Not one fucking thing. His
penance was done, the price paid. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket to check the
time. He heard Cass’ shape intake of breath and realized his friend thought he was
going to call someone or maybe even a cab.
Ty looked up into deep, dark eyes and a let a slow grin curve his lips. ‚We better get
our asses in gear, then, if I’m gonna kick your ass in poker.‛
****
Cass looked at the table. Ace of hearts, jack of hearts, three of spades. He kept his
eyes absolutely flat. No way was he going to telegraph the real strength of his hand.
Better if Ty thought he was bluffing than to think he was facing three aces after the flop.
For all the tension in the gallery, Tyler appeared remarkably relaxed. Of course, it
wasn’t his money that he was playing with, and he stood to earn eight thousand dollars
just for losing.
It had cost Cass a thousand dollars apiece to enter both of them into the tournament.
With five tables of ten players, it had taken nearly two hours before Ty landed at his
table. The competition had dwindled, until only he and Tyler remained. Although he
was a skilled player and regularly survived to the final table in his monthly trips, Cass
had expected to bow out hours ago, as soon as Tyler was eliminated. Instead, his
friend’s luck stood him in good stead, and he’d survived to the final two, with even
more chips than Cass. Lucky bastard.
The dealer reached forward, dealt the turn. Ten of hearts. No help, possible harm.
With three hearts showing, and the river to come, Cass quickly calculated the risk of the
other man drawing a flush. The risk was high, but acceptable against three aces. Maybe
he could smoke him out.
‚Check,‛ he said, not making a bet. If Ty had a hand worth betting, he’d make his
move now. He watched his sailor carefully, but there wasn’t a flicker of interest in the
turn card. Ty just kept a casual smile on his face and watched everyone with apparent
equal interest.
‚Check,‛ Tyler echoed.
The dealer slid the river card from the deck. Ace of diamonds. God damn. Four of a
kind, quad aces. Maintaining his outward appearance of dead calm, Cass placed his bet,
making it big enough that Tyler would likely fold. Especially, if Ty wanted to last too
many more hands.
‚Damn, cowboy. Are trying to take advantage of me, since this is my first trip to Las
Vegas?‛ Ty asked. His smile was wide, ice blue eyes sparkling with the teasing tone. He
looked at the cards on the table, then at Cass’ chips. He chewed on his bottom lip.
Cass was almost starting to feel sorry for Ty. It was clear the man wasn’t sure his
hand was good enough to win. If he knew about the other two aces, he’d just walk
away from this hand, relieved he still had chips left to play.
‚Okay, I’ll see your bet and raise you<‛ Ty looked at the stack of chips, and then
named an amount.
With the confidence of an angler who knew he’d just landed his biggest fish, Cass
pushed the rest of his chips to the center of the table. ‚All in.‛ The gallery buzzed with
excitement. If Cass won, the tournament continued for at least one more hand. If Tyler
won, he would walk away with twelve thousand dollars.
‚The bet is quickly called. Mr. Cartwright is all in. Gentlemen, show your cards.
Cass used one card to flick the other over, revealing the aces he’d been dealt. Then
he raised his head to meet Tyler’s crystal gaze. For a moment, everything faded, no
sound, no one watching his every move, nothing but Tyler. He was lost, pulled into a
vortex of longing, his mind flooded with memories of taste and touch. Of Tyler begging
for more as he shoved his cock into Cass’ hungry mouth and down his throat. He felt
the heat flare in his face and he forced himself to look away, to drag his gaze to the table
and to Tyler’s cards.
To Tyler’s royal flush. Shit.
****
‚You are one Goddamn hard to read son of a bitch,‛ Cass told him, for the third
time, since they’d returned to their room.
Ty laughed and raised his bottle of water, tapping it against the cowboy’s beer in a
toast. He’d been stone cold when the dealer completed his royal with the ten of hearts
on the turn. Sure, he’d known then that the hand was won, but he wasn’t in it for the
hand, he was in it for the tournament. Which had made it imperative to finish the
seduction, seal the big win. When his friend slid those chips slowly across the table,
taken that ultimate risk and gone all in— Ty had to be honest with himself<the vision
he’d conjured of his cowboy going all in had nothing to do with cards and everything to
do with his own ass.
Cass’ scrutiny at the end had been so intense that they’d actually gotten a little lost
in each other<. With a start, Ty realized he’d been drifting while Cass was still talking
and had moved to sit next to him on the couch.
‚was watching. You never even twitched when the dealer turned the ten and made
your royal. I expected you to bet that round if you had a decent hand,‛ Cass said.
‚Why did we play cards tonight?‛ Tyler asked, his heart racing far faster than it had
all evening.
‚I thought you’d enjoy a night out. Coming here once a month to play is something I
really like to do and I figured you’d get a kick out of it,‛ Cass said. A little wrinkle
formed between his eyebrows.
‚No, I understand that,‛ Ty said patiently. ‚I mean why do you play cards in a
tournament?‛
‚Easy. I like to win,‛ Cass grinned.
‚Right,‛ agreed Ty. ‚But that’s not all of it, is it?‛
Cass fiddled with the label on his beer bottle, watching his hands, as if he needed a
minute to gather his thoughts. ‚No, you’re right,‛ he said finally. ‚I enjoy the strategy,
reading my opponents, figuring the odds and taking acceptable risks.‛ He continued
even more slowly. ‚And I approach each hand as a part of the overall strategy. I’m not
gonna make a stupid bet or take an unacceptable risk for the sake of just one hand,
because it’s all about winning the tournament<.
‚Shit. You knew how I’d react every step of the way,‛ Cass said, the realization
plain on his face. ‚You played your hand so that I’d go all in, and you’d win the
tournament, not just the hand. It’s exactly what I would have done. That was well
played, Ty. Really well played. I seriously underestimated you. I thought when you
said you’d never been to Vegas<‛
‚I answered the question you asked, Cass.‛ He leaned forward and took the beer
bottle from the cowboy’s hands. Carefully, moving with deliberate intention, Ty placed
both bottles on the coffee table. He turned and straddled Cass’ lap and cupped his face
in his hands. ‚Just because I haven’t played before, doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m
doing,‛ he whispered, close enough that their lips brushed against his words.
Closing the scant distance, Ty swiped his tongue over the other man’s lips and
tasted the malty exhalation of breath. He threaded the fingers of one hand into the soft
brown strands at the back of Cass’ head, holding him in place, pulling him into the kiss.
His other hand was gentle against the bristled jaw of his cowboy and he used his thumb
to trace his lover’s cheek. Cass moaned when Ty pushed his tongue between parted
lips, for a long, slow kiss. Arms wrapped around his back, sliding inside his shirt, rough
calluses against his skin. He deepened the kiss and rocked his hips, rubbing his ass
against the hard length he felt in Cass’ lap.
Thump, thump, thump—‚Room service,‛ a voice trilled from the hallway.
Ty pulled back from his exploration of his lover’s mouth, and forehead to forehead,
they panted, trying to catch enough breath to answer the door.
‚Just a minute,‛ Cass called. Then more quietly, he said, ‚Hold that thought, baby.‛
Ty moaned as he lifted himself from Cass’ lap and wondered if either of them would
be able to eat the late night burgers.
Chapter Ten
Cass signed the bill, added an extra gratuity, and practically pushed the bell hop out
the door, shutting it as firmly as he shut down the slender young man’s hopeful
suggestion he stay until they were finished eating.
‚Ready to eat?‛ he asked with his back to Ty. He removed the silver covers from the
plates, while he concentrated on bringing his breathing under control.
Firm hands grabbed his hips, spun him around, and pushed him against the table.
Then Tyler was pressed against him, stroking his hair, and bringing him in for a
possessive, demanding kiss. Cass relaxed into the embrace, and his body
enthusiastically overruled his planned slow seduction. Apparently, Tyler was setting
new rules. He wasn’t a passive participant, he wasn’t slowly working himself up to
overcome a lifetime of resistance. No, his Tyler was right here, right now, and
demanding every ounce of Cass’ attention.
‚Yeah, I am,‛ Tyler said, as if answering Cass’ thoughts. Ty dropped to his knees,
buried his face against Cass and inhaled deeply. Blood left his brain and headed south
so fast it took Cass an embarrassingly long time to realize Ty was answering his
question about being hungry.
‚Smells good,‛ Tyler said, then his hands slid from Cass’ hips and started fumbling
with his belt. As soon as the buckle released, he unzipped the slacks and stroked Cass
through the fabric of his boxers. Closing his eyes, Cass fought to keep his hands by his
side when what he really wanted to do was thread his fingers in the glossy black hair
and pull until Ty’s mouth opened to take his cock. He took a deep breath and risked a
look at the man kneeling before him. He sucked in his breath at the sight.
Tyler was looking up at him, lips swollen from their earlier kisses, eyes heavy. With
a quick dart of his tongue, the other man moistened his lips, and then he said the
sweetest words Cass had ever heard.
‚I want to taste you.‛
Cass closed his eyes for a moment then forced himself to ask the question he knew
he needed to ask. ‚Are you sure, baby?‛
‚Oh yes, I’m sure,‛ Ty said, and then he slid Cass’ slacks to the floor, taking his
underwear with them. Ty wrapped his fist around Cass’ cock and gave an experimental
stroke before locking gazes with his lover. Moving slowly, watching every reaction,
Tyler drew a slow circle around the head of his cock with his tongue, then his lips
formed a perfect ‚O‛ and Cass watched as his clock slid into his lover’s mouth. Ty
didn’t take much more than the broad cap with the first down stroke, but he continued
to push down and slide up, his deliberate pace a tease against Cass’ desperate desire.
Fighting against a nearly overwhelming need to claim his lover’s mouth with a hard
fuck, Cass leaned his hips against the table. He was unable to close his eyes, unable to
look away from Tyler’s lips stretched wide around his spit slick cock. Moving of their
own volition it seemed, his hands cupped Tyler’s face and his thumbs stroked the
stubbled cheeks, feeling them hollow on every upstroke.
‚Jesus Christ, Tyler,‛ he said as the other man changed the stroke, and now used his
tongue to flick against the bundled nerves on the underside of his cock. Then with firm
hands, Ty pushed Cass’ thighs further apart and pressed between his legs to lick his
balls. He took his time, lavishing his attention on every new taste, every new angle. Ty
seemed to know just where Cass’ limits were, and pushed him right to the edge of
every one of them, before backing off and moving his hot, nimble tongue somewhere
else.
When Ty’s mouth returned to slide over his cock, Cass was beyond thought, and his
hips moved as he started to fuck Tyler’s mouth. Each stroke was just a little harder, just
a little deeper than the one before. Ty hummed low in his throat, not a protest, but a
sound of pleasure, and the hand on Cass’ hip pressed into the flesh, guiding him into
harder thrusts.
When Ty’s other hand gently fondled his balls, Cass choked out, ‚Gonna<‛ and
tried to pull away. Tyler just opened his throat and took all there was, burying his nose
in the curls at the base of Cass’ cock.
The world went white behind his eyes, each nerve ending in his body seemed to
reverse course, sending all sensations to gather at the base of his spine, just before the
cum spurted from his body in hot jets against the back of Tyler’s throat. When his knees
buckled, the only thing that kept Cass from falling to the floor was Ty’s hand pinning
his hips against the table.
His voice wavered between a whimper and a growl, ‚Oh God, Ty, baby. I can’t—‛
This time when his knees buckled, Tyler helped lower him to the floor.
Cass looked at Tyler for a long moment, noting the crystal blue eyes shining with
undisguised pleasure. Tyler knew what he’d done to Cass and looked to be feeling
pretty proud of himself. Cass couldn’t blame him. That was undoubtedly one of the best
blowjobs of his life. And not just because it was Ty, although, if he was completely
honest with himself, that played a major factor.
He shouldn’t have assumed that because Tyler was new to man-loving, he wouldn’t
know what he was doing. Cass was nearly catatonic from pleasure, so if that was any
indication, Tyler was already damn near an expert.
Cass mentally reviewed and revised his planned seduction of Ty. He’d been off his
game ever since his first night with Tyler. It was past time to turn the tables for a bit and
see if he couldn’t shake his man up a little. He’d get right on it<as soon as he could
move.
*
Tyler didn’t even try to mask his smile as he helped Cass to sit beside him on the
floor. It might have been the first blowjob he’d ever given, but he’d paid for enough of
them over the years to know exactly what he liked. There’d been no shortage of
available women at any port willing to grant sexual favors, some for a price, some for a
promise. He’d figured if he used the same techniques the women had used on him, it
was likely Cass would enjoy it, too. And judging from his cowboy’s inability to stand,
he’d been right.
Just like with the poker tournament, Cass had underestimated him again. He
couldn’t really blame the man. Tyler realized he’d appeared weak from the very first
day they’d met. He was afraid Cass had mistaken the physical weakness associated
with his injuries for a frailty in Tyler that didn’t exist. He was a Navy SEAL, or at least
he had been one. Assessing a situation and adjusting as necessary was second nature.
Tonight, the entire structure of his world was about to change<hell, had already
changed. He’d been wrapped in his perpetual cloak of denial for years, yet the pivotal
moment of final acceptance hadn’t even been about him. No, the decision to make the
necessary changes in his life came when Cass had exposed his own vulnerability.
Assess and adjust.
‚I don’t know what’s happening to me,‛ Cass had confessed. ‚Practically from the
first moment I saw you, I wanted to keep you for myself.‛
The mental ties that bound Ty slid away with the power of Cass’ words, and he
knew he needed to fully accept himself and acknowledge that his desire to be with Cass
was a necessary and normal part of his life. As soon as he’d given himself permission to
say good-bye to the guilt over his mother’s death, he’d known he’d end the evening
with the cowboy’s cock in his mouth. And maybe some place else, too.
‚Get naked. I want to feel your skin against mine,‛ Cass said, reaching for his slacks
and pulling a small packet of lube from the pocket. His words and movement drew Ty
from his introspection and he hesitated briefly, savoring the thought of his cowboy’s
skin and plans for the lube.
Misinterpreting the delay, Cass added, ‚Please, baby, let me feel you.‛ Then his
hands and mouth were everywhere, as he slowly undressed Tyler.
Cass pushed Tyler backwards until he lay flat on the plush carpet of their suite. Ty
shifted his hips to help Cass slide his slacks down, and then they were stretched out
naked together, hot, needy.
‚This is becoming a habit,‛ he murmured against Cass’ ear. Cass leaned his
shoulders back so he could get an angle to look a question at him. ‚I’m just saying,
Cartwright, that you’ve been pressed naked against me since the first night I met you.
Are you finally ready to do something about it?‛ he teased.
Cass jerked against him and Tyler felt the other man’s cock stir to life. ‚Oh, fuck!
Who are you and what did you do with my sailor?‛ Cass murmured, stroking a
calloused hand along Ty’s cheek. ‚Never mind, I’ll look for him later,‛ he said, and
captured his mouth, staking claim. The kiss was deep, demanding, and just shy of
punishing. Ty was so turned on, he wondered if he was going to come just from the
drugging goodness of the cowboy’s kisses.
Then Cass wrapped fingers around his cock, and with only one stroke, Tyler was
gasping, his lips torn away from the kiss, hips pressing into the touch.
‚Like that?‛ Cass whispered, and his hot breath raised gooseflesh all the way down
Tyler’s back.
Tyler shuddered, and whispered back, ‚I like everything you do to me. Will you—‛
his words were cut off with another mind-numbing kiss. Just as Tyler thought he might
be lost forever in that kiss, his lover pulled back enough to let his answer brush across
their lips.
‚I want you home and in our bed when we make love. We have lots of time. All the
time in the world. Tonight I just want to feel your cock against mine. I want to explore
your body, make you ready for me.‛
Before he could argue that he was ready, Ty felt the cool liquid lube spread, and then
Cass’ hand tightened around his cock. Every touch, every glide, seemed to stoke an
invisible fire just underneath his skin. Each stroke conspired to send him nearer the
edge, closer to losing his last shred of control.
Cass shifted and aligned his hips with Tyler’s, then with a slow, deliberate
movement began to grind, cock against cock, the slick wet heat a scorching hot promise.
Ty had never been so aroused, so fucking responsive. He was burning with pleasure,
burning with need. Now that the fuse was lit, it wouldn’t stop burning until he was
consumed by this passion.
Ty heard himself whimper as Cass slid lower against his body, pushing his thighs
apart, settling between his legs. Then lips met Ty’s skin, lingering, teeth scraping,
nibbling.
‚Cass, please,‛ he begged, not even sure there was anything that existed beyond his
desire to feel the hard press of his lover’s cock.
*
Cass didn’t pretend to understand everything Tyler had gone through in his life.
There was no doubt he had scars that went far deeper than the one that creased the side
of his beautiful face. There had to be emotional scars from his father’s cruelty, the attack
in boot camp, the untold horrors of war.
‚Please, Cass,‛ Ty whispered. Cass smiled at the desperate hunger in Tyler’s voice.
‚Fingers only tonight, baby. I want you home in our bed when we make love,‛ Cass
repeated. He knew it was where Tyler would feel safest. He slid his fingers against Ty’s
crease, rubbed over the tight opening, until he felt the muscle relax against the steady
attention. When Ty’s legs fell open, and his hips rose, Cass pressed the tip of his finger
inside and back out, moving slowly, an extension of the gentle massage.
With each pass, his finger slid in a little further, and Tyler began to writhe under his
deliberate focus. When his finger encountered no more resistance, Cass withdrew,
smiling at his lover’s disappointed whimper. He added more slick to his fingers, and
resumed the stroking, noting the way Ty moved his hips, pushing them forward, his ass
trying to recapture that elusive finger. Cass lined up two fingers and slowly worked
them against the muscle with the same seductive gentleness. In, then out, feeling the
silky heat that clamped around his fingers, knowing it was all for him.
‚Cass, please. So full. So good,‛ Ty murmured, his head thrown back.
Cass wrapped his other hand tightly around Tyler’s thick cock, and stroked in time
with his buried fingers. Tyler’s balls were drawn up tight to his body, his legs trembled
under the double assault. Cass curved his fingers and brushed gently against Tyler’s
sweet spot. The response was instantaneous. Ty’s head and shoulders pressed into the
bed and his hips pushed up, he knees fell wide apart.
‚Unh<‛ the inarticulate cry punctuated the ribbons of white that spurted and
painted Tyler’s broad stomach, chest, and neck. Cass twisted his hand, the rolling
movement extending Ty’s orgasm, and his lover continued to pulse around his fingers.
Cass slowly withdrew his fingers, as he watched every expression on Tyler’s face,
looking for signs of pain or revulsion or regret. All he saw was the evidence of pure
pleasure. Ty had the look of a man well fucked.
Cass rose to his knees, and stroked his cock with his already slick hands. He looked
down on his lover, filled with a possessive pride and a need to mark his man. ‚Put your
hand over mine, baby. Let’s finish this together.‛
Chapter Eleven
He woke to the sound of his cell phone and a tangle of limbs. Gently pushing legs
and sheets aside, Cass rolled to the side of the bed and silenced the ringing. He didn’t
want to wake Ty, but there wasn’t anywhere to go in their suite, so he sat on the edge of
the mattress and kept his voice low.
‚Cartwright.‛
‚Cass, it’s Manuel.‛
‚What’s wrong?‛ he asked, every nerve went on high alert. Manny wouldn’t call
unless there was an emergency.
‚We got some cattle down on the north side, boss. It doesn’t look good. Doc Van’s
on the way, but<fuck. Looks like<‛ he trailed off and Cass could tell he wasn’t going
to like what came next. A hand slid up his back, offering comfort, and Cass turned to
lock gazes with his lover as he listened intently.
‚We’ll see what Doc Van and the Sheriff have to say. We’ve already lost five by my
count. I’ll be able to tell more in the daylight, but we’re gonna lose more, for sure. Not
sure how many.‛
‚Manny, God damn it, finish what you were going to say. Looks like what? And
why’s the Sheriff coming?‛
‚There’s no easy way to say this, Cass. The cattle were poisoned, this was
deliberate.‛
‚Okay, we’re on our way. We should be there in a couple of hours at most, as long
as we can get clearance.‛
‚What’s wrong?‛ Tyler asked, looking up at him, blue gaze full of concern. The
sheets pooled around his waist, his broad chest bare, and his hand was a hot press
against Cass’ thigh.
‚We need to go, there’s trouble at the ranch. Manny says cattle are dying and he
thinks it’s poison. He’s called the vet and the sheriff’s office.‛
‚All right. I’m going to take a quick shower. Three minutes tops, then I’ll take care of
the room. Do what you need to about the plane and grab your own shower. If we hurry,
we can be ready to go in about fifteen,‛ Ty said, standing and letting the sheets fall to
the floor. He walked around the bed and for a brief moment, Cass fantasized he was
bringing his morning wood for a quick blowjob. But Tyler leaned down and took Cass’
face between his hands.
‚Thank you for yesterday, Cass<for last night. It means a lot. Now let’s go home
and take care of this,‛ he said. Ty bent to brush a chaste morning kiss and then moved
unselfconsciously toward the bathroom. Cass watched the muscles of Tyler’s bare ass
contracting and releasing with each step as he strode away.
‚Damn,‛ he whispered to himself. He blinked rapidly, then looked down at his
phone. With a sigh, he phoned the Las Vegas Executive Terminal and scheduled their
early morning take off.
****
Tyler placed the covered tray of sandwiches on the sideboard, next to the platter of
assorted meats and cheeses. The men could pick pre-made or build their own subs. The
big pot of coffee was ready, along with tea, lemonade, and various soft drinks. The beer
was icy cold.
What a fucked up day, he thought. Men, horses, and livestock trailers had moved
through the compound at odd intervals throughout the morning and afternoon. The
rest of the time, the main yard remained quiet while the vet and the men fought to save
the cattle they could. Now, the last of the trucks was pulling out, and all that remained
were the ranch hands, the sheriff, and the veterinarian. And Cass.
He’d missed Cass today, which he knew in the logical part of his brain made no
sense. His heart and body seemed to have no such boundaries. Apparently, the cowboy
wasn’t the only one to go all in last night.
The back door slammed and the shuffling feet announced the return of the ranch
hands as they removed their hats and boots on the mud porch. The low tones of
murmured conversation spilled through the doorway, but the words were drowned in
the noise of the deep sink. Ty poured chips into a large bowl and took the lid from the
bowl of homemade picante sauce. He placed the condiments on the table. When he
turned around Cass was right there, standing at the kitchen counter, following him with
his gaze.
Whatever Cass was feeling was carefully hidden behind an expression closely
related to the one he’d worn at the poker table. There were signs of sorrow and
exhaustion etched into the thin face. Shadows smudged the tender flesh beneath his
deep brown eyes.
As the men headed his way, Tyler stepped to the side so they could get to the food
laden sideboard. Talk was subdued, and with fewer ranch hands around because of the
weekend, it was a much quieter beginning to any meal he’d experienced at the ranch.
After their first pass at the buffet-style meal, Ty consolidated the remaining
sandwiches to one platter, then turned back to the kitchen. One look at Cass had him
sucking air through his teeth. The wistful look he’d caught on the big cowboy’s face
shifted quickly to a more guarded, neutral expression, as if he didn’t want anyone to
know what he was thinking. He knew that stoic expression was hiding something<but
what? Pain? Rage? Whatever had been there, however fleeting, it was something Tyler
wanted to erase.
Tyler moved until he stood directly in Cass’ space. One hand cupped the bristled
jaw, while the other rested lightly on his lover’s hip. He looked up into tired brown
eyes.
‚Are you okay?‛ Tyler asked softly.
Cass searched his face and apparently liked something he saw. The side of his
mouth lifted in a crooked smile that erased some of the darkness in his gaze. ‚I am now.
You?‛
Tyler raised his mouth in invitation. ‚Yes,‛ he whispered. Then he pulled the taller
man into a swift embrace, holding on through the shudder that wracked the wiry
frame.
‚Ahem.‛ It was a patently false throat clearing, obviously designed to get their
attention. Then a deep voice said, ‚I hate to interrupt, but do you mind if we bring the
coffee pot into the dining room? It’s been a long day already.‛
Tyler scooted back as if scalded, then felt the heat crawl up his neck. He looked up at
Cass, and noticed the careful mask had slipped back into place.
‚Sorry, Sheriff. I didn’t, uh, see you there. I’ll bring it right out,‛ he said, cursing
himself for blushing. Moving toward the counter with the industrial-sized coffee urn,
he spoke over his shoulder. ‚Hey, come on, Cass. You need to eat something, too. Then
you can tell me about what happened.‛
‚God, Tyler, you’re a life-saver,‛ Manny said as he entered the dining room.
‚You men have had a long day,‛ he said, looking at the tired faces, the dirty clothes.
‚This was the least I could do. I’m sorry it isn’t more, I just wasn’t sure when you’d be
back.‛
Besides Manny, he recognized Tony, Rot Gut, Juan, and a couple of the other men.
The sheriff’s head was bent over a towering stack of three sandwiches, his arms folded
around his plate, as if he thought someone might steal his food. Holden seemed to be
watching his food with unusual attention, as well. At the opposite end of the table sat
another man, one Ty knew must be the vet, but they’d yet to be introduced. Paler than
the others, he was as tall as Cass, with short wavy brown hair and chiseled features.
He was also carefully watching his plate, but unlike the other men, he’d ignored the
pre-made sandwiches and was building his own with vegetables and cheese. Damn, the
vet must be a vegetarian. He should have thought of that.
‚I’ve got peanut butter and jelly or plenty of other food in the kitchen,‛ Ty said
quietly, moving to the other end of the table.
‚It’s fine,‛ the man barked without looking up. He shoved the end of his sandwich
into his mouth effectively cutting off further conversation.
‚Drew<‛ Cass said, an unmistakable warning in his voice as he loaded his own
plate with food. ‚Tyler, why don’t you grab a plate and join us? Everyone’s worked all
over the ranch today, so we all need to catch up with each other. That way you can hear
what’s going on, too.‛
Ty opened his mouth to ask a question, but he caught a small shake of Manny’s
head. Snapping his mouth closed, he brought a sandwich to the table and put his plate
in the spot next to Cass. He gave his cowboy’s shoulder a quick squeeze as he took his
seat.
‚Thanks, Ty,‛ Cass said. ‚We really needed this. Manny, would you mind starting
off? Seems as if you were in on the beginning of everything.‛
‚Sure thing, boss. We had the air conditioning off and the windows open in the
bunk house last night. I was asleep, but something woke me up. You know how it is
when you hear something out of place? I went outside and I was pretty sure I heard a
truck. I don’t think it was a four wheeler, but if it was, it wasn’t one of ours, because I
went straight to the barn and all ours was there. I woke Juan, told him I was heading to
the north field.
‚Could you tell what direction the vehicle you heard was headed?‛ Holden asked
reminding everyone this was a possible criminal investigation.
‚No, not really. If you want me to give you an educated guess, the truck was
traveling along a game trail, heading west, to the main road. We can go out on a quad
tomorrow morning and look for tracks, but it’s gonna get dark too soon to try and look
for anything out there now. I can show you where I think it was.‛ Manny stopped to
pile some chips on his plate, as he appeared to think over what had happened.
‚Last night, I was more concerned with what anyone might be doing near our
livestock. I drove toward the water station, because that’s the most likely spot to find
some of the cattle at night. As I got close, I saw two cows already down and another
two others staggering. There were another dozen or so nearby. I got on the phone and
called Doc Van, you, and then Juan and Tony. Juan came out to meet me right away,
and when the Doc arrived, Tony brought him along.‛
Doc Van, Andrew<Drew must be one and the same, Tyler realized, as the man
finally looked up from his sandwich. With a quick flick of his eyes at the opposite end
of the table, the veterinarian started his recap without waiting to be asked. ‚You’ve all
heard my report. This young man doesn’t seem as if he needs the gory details,‛ he said,
nodding toward Tyler. ‚Final number is thirteen dead. Not a God damn thing I could
do.
‚The only reason there weren’t more is because Manuel here has a brain, and kept
the rest of the herd away. At least he’s smart enough to know it couldn’t be some
fucking accident. Because his head isn’t up his fucking ass! Not like our citified-fucking
sheriff, down there. Wouldn’t know a God damn cattle crime if it jumped up and bit
him on the ass. Which this one did.‛ Tyler looked from the sheriff to the vet and
wondered what the hell he’d missed.
Andrew shook his head, ‚I’m sorry, Cass. Regardless of what the sheriff says,‛ he
practically spit the title, ‚I am not going off half-cocked. This was sabotage. There is no
way oleander leaves and branches just fell from the sky in the middle of your ranch.
There isn’t an oleander bush between here and Kingman, none of the cattle ranchers are
that stupid. Now, unless there’s anything else you need from me, I’ve got another call
over at Colmenter’s.‛
With that pronouncement, Andrew glared around the room as if daring anyone to
try to stop him. Then he stood abruptly and stomped through the kitchen. The
slamming door was a sharp retort in the stunned silence of the dining room. Nobody
said a word until the sound of his medical van faded completely.
‚Now what in the hell has gotten into him?‛ Cass wondered aloud, repeating Ty’s
own thoughts. When no one answered him, he turned to Tony. ‚You probably know
Jed better than any of us. Does this seem like something he would do?‛ Cass asked.
Tony stiffened under everyone’s attention, and looked down at his plate. ‚Jed’s my
friend,‛ he mumbled. ‚He has some problems, but nothing like what you’re talking
about. But you shouldna done what you did to him, Tyler. You shouldna embarrassed
him like that.‛
Before Ty could respond, Manny said ‚Boss, me and the guys need showers and
some sleep,‛ effectively diverting the attention away from the awkward situation.
‚Holden?‛ Cass tossed the question to the sheriff.
‚No problem. I just have a few more questions for you, Cass.‛
Tyler watched all of the drama, feeling as though he had definitely missed
something important by staying in the house all day. It seemed as though Holden and
Cass might have some things to say in private, so he followed the men into the kitchen
and loaded them down with the leftover sandwiches. He had to admit he was stung by
Tony’s remarks. All he’d done was disarm a drunken ranch hand. He hadn’t set out to
embarrass Jed. Seemed to him, the idiot had done that well enough on his own.
When Ty returned to the dining room, Holden was standing by the sideboard,
yawning and pouring another cup of coffee. Cass was leaning back in his chair with his
eyes closed. Both men looked exhausted.
Ty moved to stand behind Cass and placed both hands on his shoulders. ‚Do you
know what happened, yet?‛ he asked.
Blowing out a heavy sigh, Cass said, ‚Someone drove onto the ranch and put
oleander clippings around the water station in the north quarter. We were lucky Manny
got out there as quickly as he did and prevented any more cattle from eating the leaves.
It wasn’t a fucking accident, Holden,‛ he said, suddenly leaning forward, arms on the
table.
‚No,‛ the sheriff agreed mildly. ‚But there isn’t any evidence right now that’s going
to help us find out who did this, either. Goddamn prima donna doctor went off
halfcocked. So tell me what you think? Is this something your former ranch hand would
do?‛
‚Jed? Hell, I don’t know. I wouldn’t have thought he’d fire a gun over losing a shot
at a guy, either. I can’t believe I ever did anything to him that’s worth hurting innocent
animals.‛
The sheriff sighed. ‚This isn’t about the animals, and you know it. This is personal
toward you, Cass. Whoever did this was looking to cause you pain. Is there anyone
besides Jed who fits that category? A former lover? Other employees you’ve fired? A
hate crime?‛
‚What? No! I don’t know who would do something like this. This isn’t exactly the
most liberal part of the country, but mostly people out here are live and let live. I don’t
flaunt my lifestyle in town and I don’t hire hands that take offense. Hell, I’ve had other
ranchers send me guys who they thought would fit in better at the Willow Springs.‛
With another huge yawn, Holden looked toward the door and then back. ‚Tyler, can
I press you for a travel cup or two of this coffee. It’s a long-assed drive back to
Kingman.‛
‚I have a better idea. Why don’t you stay? We’ve got plenty of room. It’s going to be
dark soon, and you shouldn’t be driving back on such little sleep. I’ll throw your
uniform in the washer and you can shower, sleep, and when you’re ready, you can just
get up and go. That’s when I’ll give you some coffee.‛
Tyler stopped talking and tried to ignore the fact he’d just invited someone to stay
the night, as if this was his house.
Holden looked into his coffee mug for a long moment, as if it might hold the answer.
He folded his lips together, shifted his weight, sighed. ‚Yeah, all right. That makes
sense. If you’re sure it’s not too much trouble.‛
‚No trouble at all,‛ Cass answered, looking suspiciously as if he were hiding a
smile. ‚Ty, you’re going to have to loan him some of your clothing though, because he
sure isn’t gonna fit in mine. And don’t worry Holden, we’ll put you in a room with a
lock. Your virtue is safe enough, if that’s what’s bothering you.‛
Holden’s chestnut colored skin camouflaged most of the flush.
Chapter Twelve
Cass watched Tyler move around the kitchen, wiping the counter tops, putting
coffee grounds in the filter for the morning pot, checking the salt and pepper shakers. It
was like sitting in a diner at closing time.
‚Angry?‛ Ty asked, without looking around.
He blew out a big breath and tried to figure out what he was feeling. ‚I’m kind of
numb, I think. Why would anyone do that?‛
Unexpectedly, Ty circled around behind him, wrapped strong arms around his
waist, and laid his head against his shoulder. ‚I’m sorry, Cass. I hope this isn’t because
of something I did. I mean, I was never interested in Jed, you know that, but maybe I
could have handled things differently. You’ve been nothing but nice since I<since
Gibby<.‛ He felt Tyler swallow hard against his back.
Cass twisted in Tyler’s arms as he turned around on the stool. Drawing the younger
man to stand between his knees, he pressed their foreheads together. ‚Tyler, there is
only one person responsible for all of this. If it is Jed, then it’s something wrong with
him. Not with me, not with you, not with us together. Him.‛
Holding Tyler this close, breath touching breath, Cass was consumed with desire.
He was hungry to possess and be possessed, to take and to give. But he had to be sure,
had to know that Tyler was comfortable with the choice he’d made. Doubt had swept
through him earlier when Ty pulled away and blushed when they’d been caught in
their embrace. On the other hand, Tyler had invited the Sheriff to stay the night at the
house, as if this were—
‚Tyler, are you sure about this? I mean we haven’t—‛
‚Is this because I got embarrassed earlier or because I invited Holden to stay?‛ Ty
whispered.
The moment felt increasingly intimate, more intimate than making love, as if he and
Tyler were about to take an irrevocable step. This was unchartered territory for both of
them.
‚Both,‛ he admitted. Reluctant to let this intimacy pass, Cass prepared to jump with
both feet into the mysterious world of relationships.
‚Tyler, I think I might be in big trouble, here...‛ Before he could finish his
confession, Tyler pressed a gentle kiss against his lips.
****
Tyler kept the kiss soft, a brush of lips, a promise not yet fulfilled. Then pulling back
slightly, he said, ‚I think we both might be in trouble, cowboy.‛ He knew what Cass
was about to confess. He could practically see those three words like a fucking aura
surrounding Cass’ soft brown curls. Those same damn words that were hovering on the
tip of his own tongue. The little words that didn’t come anywhere close to describing
the enormity of the feelings tumbling around, wreaking havoc in his world. Three little
words that loomed large between them.
Tyler had spent the day thinking over everything that happened since he arrived
and he’d finally realized just what an innocent the cowboy thought he was. Everything
his lover had done showed his willingness to take care of Tyler, but Ty had been taking
care of himself and others for years. He’d seen a lot of death, caused some of it, and
he’d always survived.
Before Ty allowed Cass to say those words, he had to know his lover saw him for
the man he was, not a delicate fantasy who needed saving. For all his confidence and
desire to be with Cass, he wouldn’t allow them to move forward until he’d had his say.
‚Cass, you need to know who I am, to see me for something other than the damaged
goods who showed up on your doorstep. I wasn’t just a cook, like Gibby, you know.‛
‚Why are you telling me this, Tyler?‛ Cass asked him, their faces still close together.
‚I don’t want you to be with me because you think I need to be rescued or because
you think you need to help me find myself. Shh<let me talk for a minute,‛ he said,
when Cass would have interrupted.
‚It's not like I didn't know I was gay, or even like I was trying to deny the truth, I
was...punishing myself? I don't know. I was so young when I joined the Navy, and my
dad said they would kick me out if I got caught. It was true, you, know? I saw it happen
to others, and I wasn't going to ruin my life by doing something to get me kicked out of
the only family I had left.
‚Gibby got me started cooking, but I went into the SEALs on my own. I trained
hard, I went on missions, I<did things.‛ He pointed to his head, to the scar that ran
from his eye to his jaw. ‚This really fucked me up, Cass. Most of the time, I know I’m
okay, and the new meds are really helping. But it isn’t something you can fix, and
maybe I shouldn’t be around you. Because you need to know that what happened with
Jed<what happened after—‛ He swallowed hard. ‚I know something's not right in my
head. I could really have hurt you....‛
*
Cass’ felt his chest tighten at the pain in Tyler’s voice, but he couldn’t act out of pity.
He thought he understood what Ty was trying to tell him. He’d lived a full and normal
life before his injury, and some of the things he’d done as part of his job probably
wouldn’t be considered very nice in polite company. It was his history as a SEAL that
made his head injury so unpredictable. Because when Tyler lost track of where he was,
he would likely revert to that dangerous place in his mind. But Cass had more faith in
his lover.
‚You didn't hurt me, Ty. You heard my voice and responded to my name. You let
me go, Tyler. I know there’s a part of you that’s thinking about moving out, but I don’t
want you to leave. The VA's going to help, so are the meds, but I want you to stay with
me, to stay at the ranch. You have a job, one that’s important out here, and I didn’t offer
it just because I felt sorry for you. I know this is a lot for any man to deal with all at
once. But make no mistake Tyler, I want you. And you’re not going to stop me from
saying the rest. I lo—‛
‚What the fuck do you mean he’s on the way out here?‛ Holden was shouting into
his phone as he hurried into the kitchen. He held the phone between his ear and
shoulder as he struggled to untangle the Velcro tabs on his Kevlar vest. He listened
intently for another minute.
‚All right, let me know if Morgan catches up to him. Issue the BOLO alert, and add
the armed and dangerous tag.‛ He listened again, then his already deep voice dropped
even lower. ‚If Black comes to harm because of the armed and dangerous, you can God
damned well own it, Franklin. You were told to hold him for me if you found him, not
cut him loose after fifteen minutes. I’m at the WSR already, and that’s got to be Black’s
destination, because there isn’t any other place else out this way.
‚And for Christ’s sake, remind Morgan I’m here and armed. I don’t want him going
off half-cocked. Send back up and keep me informed.‛
Holden snapped his phone shut and looked over them. ‚Obviously, that was
dispatch and Deputy Franklin. Apparently, they picked up your man Black coming out
of some dive. The officer brought him in for questioning, but Deputy Franklin, in his
infinite wisdom decided to let him go. We don’t have much of a description, except that
he’s driving an old pickup truck, possibly a Chevy. He was last seen heading this way
on Ranch Road Seven.
‚I suggest—
Whatever it was the Sheriff was about to suggest was lost in the thundering
explosion that rocked the kitchen to its foundation, shattering glass, and raining hell
upon the three men who had been standing at the epicenter of the blast.
Chapter Thirteen
He’d been here before. People were screaming and he couldn’t get to them, couldn’t
help, because he couldn’t fucking move! Acrid smoke stung his nostrils, and already the
little fires were breaking out around the destruction. He was on his back, covered with
long pieces of wood and a chunk of stone pinned his right arm and the side of his chest.
Drywall was everywhere. This wasn’t the mess tent. Where the fuck was he?
He looked to his right, trying to make out anything that would give him a clue to his
location. Turning his head slowly, he saw the khaki-clad black man face down, and
knew the Master Chief wasn’t going to be leading any more missions. Given the size of
the splintered piece of granite protruding from the base of his spine and the copious
amounts of blood pooling under the man, Ty doubted he would even make it to the
field hospital.
Painfully, he turned his head to the other side, aware of the blood that streamed
from his own face. At least he could fucking move his head<at least he wasn’t nearly
dead this time. He squinted through the dust, trying to find something or someone to
help him.
Oh God, no! Gibby! The man who had been like a father to him lay broken, crushed
under the weight of the refrigerator. The appliance had obviously been tossed by the
blast, and landed on his old friend. He deliberately clamped down on his grief—there
would be time enough for that later. Now he let the cold fury loose, a quiet deadly force
to move him through what needed to be done.
Whoever had set this bomb was a dead man. As dead as the Master Chief. As dead
as Gibby. Ty wasn’t sure if he was the only man left alive on their mission, but by God,
he would seek vengeance against the murderer who had done this to his friends.
With his upper arms pinned under a ton of rubble, he used his bleeding hands to
painfully shift a piece of wood that was cross-wise on his chest and held his left arm
prisoner. The timber finally rolled, but came straight towards Ty’s face, and caught the
corner of his eye. The flare of pain was instant as the wood connected with his old scar
tissue. Blocking the throbbing bite of pain, Ty twisted until he was able to free his left
arm. Using the leverage of his body against a heavy piece of granite, Ty screamed as he
pulled his right arm free, leaving a long gash in his triceps.
Able to move his arms once again, Ty viciously kicked and pushed at the rest of the
debris until he was free. He scrambled out of the way, desperately looking around the
room for weapons. His hearing was completely shot from the explosion, but he knew
there would be others around. Friend or foe, others would be coming.
It looked as if he was in a giant kitchen. Moving cautiously, he stepped over to
where Gibby lay, still and unmoving, hidden under the metal box. He knew the small
fires would likely flare up and burn what remained of the building they were in. Ty
couldn’t just leave Gibs. Not here, not like this. He would get them both outside. Then
he would find and kill those responsible.
Using a piece of the granite to prop up one end of the fridge, he squatted at the other
end to take a secure grip. If he moved too slowly or twisted in the wrong direction, the
appliance would shift and crush what remained of his friend. Like a powerful squat-
thrust, he exploded upwards from his thighs and lifted the refrigerator from the other
man. When he had the body free, Ty bent to lift his friend and carry him from the scene.
‚Tyler.‛
The voice echoed inside his head. No<there was no one here, no one alive.
‚Ty...‛
‚No, no, no,‛ he whispered aloud to no one. He wanted to shake his head, to chase
the voice away, but he knew instinctively that would be bad. He had another head
injury, he knew that much<knew he might hurt something further if he wasn’t careful.
He needed to get out. Get out. Get out. Get out. The mantra slipped through his brain,
picking up speed, pushing at his resolve to follow his training.
Movement from across the room caught his eye. He kept crouched low, hidden
behind the refrigerator until he knew what he was facing.
‚Manny, it’s a fucking nightmare in here. I think they all must be dead,‛ shouted the
dark-haired stranger. ‚Ain’t no fucking way anyone could live through this.‛ The man
paused, listening to something outside.
‚Tyler,‛ the voice in his head whispered again. He looked down at the body and
saw something metal glinting in the flickering light. A blade. One of the kitchen knives,
no doubt. He palmed the blade, even as another man burst into the room from the
opposite side of the destroyed kitchen.
‚Jed? What are you doing here?‛ the first man asked, sounding bewildered.
‚Tony? Tony<what the fuck<‛ Jed started then trailed off as he looked around the
room.
He had names for all of them now, Ty thought, but he didn’t know if they were part
of the cavalry or the enemy. He didn’t like the way the red head and the shorter one
called Tony were looking at each other. He really didn’t like it when Tony pulled a
shotgun from where it had been pressed against his thigh, and pointed it toward Jed.
‚You shouldn’t be here, Jed. Just go now. I’ll come find you when it’s all over.‛
‚Tony?‛ Jed said again. ‚Did you<‛
‚Go on, Jed. The Sheriff’s here somewhere, more help is gonna be on the way.
Manny’s already called 9-1-1. Get out of here, Jed they’re going to pin this on you.‛
‚I don’t understand, I was—‚
‚Come on, Jed<think. You have a grudge against Cass. Everyone knows he turned
your ass down—‚
‚That’s only cause I was working here, God damn it. He woulda come around
eventually. Besides, it’s not like I wasn’t enjoying myself, meanwhile.‛
‚No, Jed. Cass never would have. That’s what’s so fucked—you know he’s fucking
that dude who kicked your ass.‛
‚So what? You think I blew up his kitchen because he cock blocked me?‛
‚No, the cops will think you blew up his kitchen because you’re sick. Especially
after all the cows and the oleander leaves.‛
Listening to them argue was making Ty’s headache worse. Nothing about this
situation made any sense. He couldn’t put it together<couldn’t quite<. All he knew
was he needed to get Gibby’s body outside before the fire got loose, and to do that, he
needed to get the shotgun away from the one called Tony.
Something brushed his hand, making him jump slightly. He looked down into deep
brown eyes, eyes that blinked at him. Eyes that weren’t Gibby’s. Oh God, what was
happening?
The man’s lips moved, but Ty couldn’t hear what he was saying. Bending over, he
placed his ear next to the stranger’s mouth.
‚Ty, baby. Need help.‛ The man’s breath was warm against his ear, somehow
familiar. ‚Stop Tony,‛ he gasped.
Ty pulled back slightly so that he could see the other man’s face, and he realized it
was a face he should know. That he wanted to know. Could he trust him? Fingers
squeezed again, so Ty bent forward to listen once more.
‚I’m<Cass. Love you, Ty. Stop To—‚ his whispered words cut off abruptly. Ty felt
for a pulse, and found it fast and thready, but unmistakably there.
Stop Tony. It was what his own instincts told him as well. Tony was the one with the
shotgun. He smiled grimly to himself, because he liked the odds. After all, he was the
one with the knife.
He tuned back in to the men’s conversation, dimly aware of the distant sound of
sirens.
‚Why, Tony?‛ Jed was asking.
‚Because you fucking took me and then threw me away. All these years I’ve waited
for you to treat me like I was more than your fuck buddy. You didn’t care. I was just
another conquest. I never understood what you saw in Cartwright. Was it just the
chase<the unattainable? Is that why you went after Tyler right under his nose?‛
Jed had the unmistakable look of someone thinking on his feet and trying to save his
own ass. ‚Tony, I didn’t—‛
Tyler stood suddenly, and as he hoped, his movement caught the other men’s
attention. Tony’s shotgun wavered as he turned. Ty’s arm moved with the certainty that
comes with the muscle memory of a perfected skill. The shotgun clattered to the floor,
as Tony fell to the ground, knife embedded in his throat.
****
Cass woke slowly, the bright lights and antiseptic smells letting him know he was in
the hospital. Opening his eyes, he scanned the room, noting the monitors, the IV drip,
the small man with piercing blue eyes sitting beside his bed, looking serious.
‚Perry?‛ he said, feeling very foggy, but aware enough to worry about why the
social worker from the VA was here. ‚Where’s Tyler? Is he okay?‛ Cass asked and tried
to sit up. The scene from the kitchen replayed in his head, the explosion. God, Ty must
have been so confused. He needed to find Ty now.
Perry’s grim face lit up, reminding Cass just how gorgeous the man was. ‚Relax,
Cartwright. Tyler will be back here soon. He’s meeting with the Doc right now. The
only way he’d agree to leave your side, even for a few minutes, was if I promised to sit
here until he returned. You two are really something.‛
‚But what happened? Is Tyler okay? Why’s he seeing the doctor?‛
‚He’s seeing Doc, because he has a few minor injuries. Scrapes on his face and
hands. A nasty cut on his triceps, nothing life threatening, but he wouldn’t let anyone
treat him until you’d been cleared from the emergency room and declared out of
danger.
Perry stood and started to pace the small room.
Cass ignored the other man and eyed the IV, debating if he should remove it himself
so he could go look for Tyler. ‚How long until<‛ he trailed off. Fuck it. He was going to
find Ty. He sat up and started peeling the tape from the back of his hand.
‚Hang on, Cartwright, he’ll be back any minute. I promise he isn’t going to stay
away from you one second beyond what it takes to stitch up his arm.‛
Perry looked uncomfortable for a moment, then seeming to make up his mind about
something, he sighed. ‚I wanted to send him down to Prescott for a few days, to the VA
hospital down there, but Doc overruled me. There isn’t technically anything wrong
other than I know his PTSD didn’t need that shit at your ranch.‛ Perry held up a hand
forestalling any interruptions.
‚Not your fault, I know that. But my first thought has to be his mental health. He
was placed in a situation that came as close to a war zone as it could get. He killed to
save your life. I thought he would benefit from a few days away from the reminder.
From me, you mean,‛ Cass said flatly.
Perry gave a rueful smile. ‚Yes, away from you. I wasn’t sure you were good for
him when you brought him to the clinic. Look, I’m a social worker with a counseling
certificate, not a mind reader. I realized right away that Tyler was in a vulnerable
position alone with you. I saw the possessive way you watched him, and I wasn’t sure
he was ready for that type of<attention.‛
The smaller man walked back over to the chair and sat again. He smiled before he
started to speak. ‚Ty made sure everyone in the ER and the Admissions Office knew
you were his partner and he wasn’t going anywhere. With everyone else distracted by
the injuries to the Sheriff, there wasn’t anyone to kick him out. Dr. Hoffmann was
already on site and told the charge nurse to let Ty stay with you, so she did.
‚It wasn’t personal, Cass. I was just looking out for Tyler,‛ Perry finished with a
shrug.
‚Like hell you were,‛ Cass snapped at the social worker. ‚You just wanted a piece of
his ass,‛ he ground out.
Perry threw his head back and laughed. When he could finally breathe enough to
speak, he choked out, ‚Is that what you think? Honey, I’ve been married to the same
man for seven years, and I can promise you, there’s no itch. No, I just didn’t want to see
someone with his record hurt over a casual fling. He was a certified hero, and I thought
he deserved better. But now that I see how you are about him, maybe he’s getting just
what he deserves.‛
Cass stopped fussing with his IV long enough to give Perry his full attention.
‚What does that mean<a certified hero?‛
Perry tilted head to the side, ‚You didn’t know? Tyler Hardin was awarded the
Medal of Honor along with his second Purple Heart.‚ Perry pushed to his feet and
moved toward the door. ‚I’m going to let the nurse know you’re awake. Will you be
okay for a minute?‛
‚Hell, yeah. Tell her to bring the doctor, too. I want out of here. I need to take Tyler
home.‛
Chapter Fourteen
‚Will you quit trying to sit up? The doctor only let you come home because I
promised you would stay in bed and get as much rest as if you were in the hospital
still,‛ Ty said. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed.
‚Now tell me what you want? I thought I’d make a simple soup for dinner. And we
have plenty of sandwich makings. The guys did an amazing job in the kitchen, but it’s
going to be a few more days before I can do much cooking.‛
Cass hadn’t gotten the immediate discharge he’d wanted. It had been four days
since the explosion, and Manny had supervised the cleanup. Ty had nearly been sick
when he’d first returned and seen the devastation of his beautiful kitchen. But since that
day, Manny, Juan, and the rest of the crew must have worked every evening after the
ranch duties to haul out the trash. They’d purchased a replacement refrigerator and
microwave, and replaced a couple of the cabinet fronts. The range, counter tops, and
floor would be replaced in the morning. Soon all would be right in his world.
‚Come here,‛ Cass said, pulling Ty down to his side. ‚I need you, need to feel your
skin against mine. Hold me, baby.‛
Their mouths joined in a passionate battle, lips fused, tongues searching, hearts
racing with the pleasure and relief of being together. Ty undressed quickly and moved
to help Cass remove his boxers and tee shirt. Then he climbed back on the bed to stretch
out next to his lover.
‚I don’t want to hurt you,‛ Tyler whispered.
‚Nothing was broken, and I’m already much better. I don’t want to wait anymore,‛
Cass replied. ‚Get the lube and a condom. You can ride me, baby. Then you can tell the
doctor I stayed on my back for two more days, as ordered.‛
‚Sneaky, bastard,‛ Ty smiled, reaching for the requested items. His heart pounded
hard against his ribcage, knowing this was it, the step he’d been waiting to take with his
lover.
He wrapped his arm around the taut stomach muscles, gently increasing the
pressure, testing to see if he was causing pain.
‚It doesn’t hurt, Ty, honest,‛ Cass said, and pulled the other man’s arm, so that Ty
half rolled onto Cass.
Ty took Cass’ face between his hands and kissed him gently. ‚I almost lost you.‛
‚I’m right here, baby. Not going anywhere.‛ Then his hands were moving over Ty’s
skin, creating a slow burn, and left him feeling as if his pulse was beating everywhere,
just for the touch of this man. His blood thrummed in his ears as Cass kissed him and
stole his breath.
He began to return the touches, feeling the heat that poured off Cass’ skin in waves.
He touched and tasted, reassuring himself with every lick and bite, that his cowboy was
safe and whole. And home.
Moving slowly, every cell in his body tingled with awareness, as if his lover’s name
was whispering through his bloodstream, becoming permanently etched on the very
fiber of his being.
‚Straddle my chest, up nice and high. I want to taste you while I get you ready.‛
Ty spread his knees around Cass’ shoulders and leaned forward on the headboard.
His lover pressed a well-lubed finger against his hole at the same time he wrapped his
lips around the tip of his cock.
Breath left Ty in a huff with the double sensation. As before, Cass took his time,
inserting one finger until Ty relaxed enough to take two, then three. His lover’s mouth
did nothing much more than tease his cock, tongue flicking against the broad tip,
mouthing the cap. It was enough to nearly drive Ty out of his mind.
‚Enough, I’m ready. I don’t want to wait; I want you inside me, Cass.‛ He slid back
and rolled the condom on his lover’s dick and lubed him generously. Ty crawled over
Cass, his knees spread far apart.
Cass watched him with an unmistakable heat in his eyes. ‚Okay, baby, help me line
you up. Then you control how slow we go.‛ Cass slid a hand up Ty’s back, then gently
along his side, down to a thigh and then returned to trace the same path over again.
Everything Cass had done so far, touching him, filling him, had made Ty burn with
need. He took a deep breath, ready to feel his lover inside of him, so ready to
consummate their love. The thought nearly startled him off his knees. Their love. Of
course it was love. He’d not actually told Cass how he felt. Not when he was conscious
any way.
More sure than ever that this was what he wanted, Tyler pushed down, not
hesitating as he pressed the broad cap through his puckered hole and lowered himself
quickly.
Hands immediately tightened on him, locking him in place, preventing him from
moving any further. Half a second later, he realized why. He felt the burn, then a
searing pain that made his dick limp. He hissed through tightly clenched teeth.
‚Fuck, Tyler. Are you trying to kill yourself?‛ Cass hissed through teeth apparently
just as tight.
‚Oh God,‛ Ty said. ‚I<it hurts<I<‛
Even as he said it, Cass’ hands were caressing his skin, soothing him, and the burn
began to fade.
*
‚So tight, oh baby, of course it hurts,‛ Cass murmured hoarsely. ‚I’m sorry, babe. I
meant for you to go slow. Breathe for me, nice deep breaths.‛ He didn’t move, didn’t
dare let Ty move until his body had adjusted to the invasion. He reached to touch Ty’s
cock, slow, lazy stokes, that led lower to his balls. Ty’s body was still tight with the
shock of him, but he could feel it gradually relax, slowly loosening up, trusting him.
He was filled with wonder that this man who had been through so much, who gave
so much, was here with him, giving the most private part of himself. Ty dropped his
head forward, and Cass saw the faint sheen of sweat, and felt sick that he’d caused his
lover distress. Then Tyler’s hips started to move and he knew that the pleasure had
started to chase away the pain.
‚Oh, Cass,‛ Tyler said when Cass shifted his hips, moving inside him. Then Ty
started to move, a slow, short rise, then down. ‚Oh, damn, that feels<good<damn<‛
Tyler said and started rocking, sliding up until Cass nearly slipped out of him, and
pushing back down with increasing force. He’d found a rhythm and was sending them
both racing toward the edge. Cass stroked Ty’s cock with one hand, while using the
other on his lover’s hips to change the angle of entry. Each long thrust swiped against
the younger man’s gland. He felt Tyler’s orgasm when it came in his stiffening body
and the tight clamp of his ass. Ty threw back his head howled, ‚Caaaaassss.‛
Cass needed no further encouragement. In fact, he couldn’t have lasted a moment
longer even if he wanted to. A chain reaction of mini spasm-like explosions seemed to
travel from his balls to the base of his spine, all the way to his brain, leaving him seeing
spots before his eyes. Afraid he might pass out, Cass focused on breathing, even while
he rocked his hips against Tyler’s ass, as they shuddered their way back to planet Earth,
together.
Without a word, Tyler rose, letting Cass’ spent dick slide from his body. He watched
as Ty took care of the condom, then came back to lie next to him, stroking a gentle hand
across Cass’ belly.
Cass felt paralyzed, afraid to speak, knowing it hadn’t been good for Tyler. What if
he leaves? What if he never wants to see me again? I am such a fucking idiot for not waiting
until I could do it right. God, I hurt him.
‚Cass,‛ Tyler said, his fingers stroking over Cass’ chest.
He couldn’t answer, couldn’t speak, as the terrible words sounded in his head. Oh
God, here it comes. I don’t think I’m strong enough to take it if he leaves.
Ty rolled up on his side, crooked an elbow, and propped his head on his hand.
‚Look, at me, Cass. I need to tell you something.‛
I’m gonna be sick, Cass thought.
‚God, Cass, I’m sorry, did I hurt you?‛ Tyler asked, voice suddenly full of concern.
Cass heard himself make a noise that he’d intended to be a snort, but sounded
suspiciously like a sob. He shook his head, but that was all he could do, there was no
speaking around the lump in his throat.
‚Cass, honey, look at me,‛ Tyler implored.
Did he just call me honey? Cautiously he raised his eyes to meet that wonderfully
steady crystal blue gaze of his lover.
Ty touched him, a gentle caress along the temple with a single finger until he
cupped Cass’ jaw in one big hand and wouldn’t allow him to look away.
‚The other night, I said let’s not worry about the words. I thought I knew what you
were going to say, and I wasn’t sure I was ready for that.‛ He leaned in and brushed a
gentle kiss across Cass’ lips.
‚I didn’t know<after the explosion, there were things I didn’t know. At first, I
thought you were Gibby under the<and when I< well, when I looked in your eyes, I
thought I should know you, but I didn’t. Not then. But I never stopped trusting you. I
knew when you told me that Tony was the one, not Jed. I mean, I already thought Tony
was the one to watch, and not just because of the shotgun. Something wasn’t right
about what he was saying to Jed, but I couldn’t remember their story. Hell, I couldn’t
remember my story—‛
Cass started to laugh, which hurt, but in a good way. He reached up and put his
hand over Tyler’s. He suddenly felt very much better about what Ty wanted to tell him.
If he ever got around to saying the words.
‚I’m babbling, aren’t I?‛ Tyler asked, shaking his head, obviously not expecting an
answer. He took a deep breath. ‚All right, bottom line here. Someone tried to kill us and
came too damn close for my comfort. Every time I think of you in the hospital, I think
about how close I came to losing everything. I would have lost you without ever giving
us a chance to say what we were feeling. I love you, cowboy.‛
Tears filled Cass’ eyes for the second time in under five minutes. ‚I love you, too,
Tyler.‛
Then he pulled his man down beside him and wrapped in his lover’s arms, Cass
slept.
****
Tyler helped Cass walk to the living room, although they both realized it was a
thinly veiled excuse to keep touching. He knew Cass was a little sore, but not incapable
of walking. He stacked pillows at one end of the couch and helped his cowboy lean
back. Then he sat at the other end of the couch and put Cass’ feet in his lap.
‚You’re not trying to do too much, are you?‛ Ty asked, mildly concerned.
‚Nope. The doctor said to sit up for at least fifteen minutes, three times a day.
Thanks for helping me look at the kitchen. It makes it better to actually see it, rather
than worrying and wondering,‛ he said quietly.
‚Yeah. Tomorrow some flooring people are going to be here to put in the new wood
floor. I hope you don’t mind, I told them just to match the old one. It
wasn’t<salvageable,‛ he said softly, and closed his eyes to hide the vision of blood. Not
Tony’s, he didn’t mourn that prick. No, the blood that gave him nightmares was
Holden’s.
As if following his thoughts, Cass said, ‚I wonder what he’s going to do? He’ll never
be able to stay on as Sheriff. Not if he can’t walk.‛
‚They won’t know for sure if he’ll recover the use of his legs until the swelling goes
down, but I think you’re right. He’ll never be able to work in law enforcement again.‛
‚Poor bastard. Still it was lucky Andrew had returned to check on the cattle. The
EMT said Andrew saved Holden’s life,‛ Cass said. ‚Although, I doubt he’ll be thanking
him for that any time soon.‛
‚Cass, I know a thing or two about recovering from life-altering injuries. Maybe we
could bring Holden back here to stay for a while<once he’s healed well enough, I
mean. It might help. Especially if you have some work he can do for you. Maybe he can
run background checks on any future ranch hands,‛ Ty added, trying to lighten the
request.
‚That’s a good idea, but I need to know something first, Ty.‛
‚What’s that?‛
‚What about you? Near as I can remember, considering all that’s happened<I
offered you a job and a place to stay. I don’t think you answered me yet,‛ Cass said.
Tyler saw beyond the smile and knew his answer was very important. He took his
time, wanting to answer in a way that let Cass know just how seriously he was taking
the question. ‚I could give you the obvious answer, Cass, and tell you I have nowhere
else to go. ‚
It looked as if Cass was holding his breath, so he hurried on. ‚The truth is, there is
nowhere else I want to be. When I suggested Holden stay here for a while, it was
because I was thinking of this as our home. Not yours. Ours. So maybe I better ask you
a question, instead.
‚What if I’m not looking for a job and a place to stay? I can find that in Bullhead or
Kingman, or anywhere. You’ve stolen my heart, cowboy. I’m looking for forever. Will
you share your home with me? Can we build a future together?‛ Tyler asked and then
it was his turn to wait.
His lover shifted his feet to the floor and pulled Ty’s hand until his head came to rest
against the cowboy’s chest. He could hear the rapid beat of his heart, feel the heat of his
skin.
Cass pressed his mouth against the top of Tyler’s head, and whispered the best three
words he could have said. ‚I’m all in.‛
~~The End~~
About the Author:
Laura likes it hot, which helps explain why she ended up Arizona after living in
such diverse places as Japan, New Orleans, Maine, and Florida. She once enjoyed
hobbies such as gardening and travel. Now the characters in her head compel her to tell
their stories to her readers, so she writes. She shares her home with her husband and
youngest son, a dog and a cat. Laura writes under the names L.E. Harner, for her
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Rescued: Book 2 in the Three’s Allowed Series
Edited and Re-released by Hot Corner Press
Chapter One
Graeme fumbled for the phone in the dark. He hated middle-of-the-night calls. He’d
thought he’d escaped that when he’d traded his Phoenix detective shield for the small-
town sheriff’s badge, but a quick glance at his clock showed it was two thirty-one in the
morning, which meant someone was probably dead.
‚Kennedy,‛ he said, already turning on the light, ready to write down the location of
the scene.
‚Sheriff, it’s Sally. Sorry to disturb your<sleep,‛ she said.
He noticed the pause, knew she was fishing. She’d been trying to dig into his
personal life ever since he’d arrived and had made it known she was available, if he
was interested. He wasn’t.
‚What is it, Sally?‛ he asked, keeping his tone neutral.
‚Got a strange report of a domestic at the rest area. Tim is just south of Flag, tied up
with a motor vehicle accident. He’ll be there at least another hour. There’s a fatality
involved. You said to give you a call before I called in Department of Public Safety. Do
you want to check it out? It’s probably just some kids. The caller hung up and didn’t
leave many details.‛
‚I’ve got it. Send the details to my unit. I’ll be on the road in five.‛
* * * * *
Oh god. How could this be happening? Elizabeth wiped the blood from her eye and
examined the car, trying to figure out the safest way to help.
The driver had saved her life, and now he was unconscious. The front tires of his
SUV were barely hanging on the edge of the precipice, and it was a clear drop of a
hundred feet to the red rocks below. She needed to make the vehicle stable and then get
out of there before anyone found her.
If she could prevent it from rolling forward until he regained consciousness or until
help arrived, the stranger could get out. He would be okay. He had to be.
She limped forward, carrying the biggest rock she could lift, and pushed it in front
of the rear tire. She returned again and again until both rear tires were wedged tight.
Her head whipped around at the sharp snap of twig behind her. Then a soft, purely
evil laugh sliced through the cold night air.
‚Looks like you’re fresh out of Prince Charmings again, Elizabeth. Funny how they
all seem to disappear on you. I wonder why that is? I think it’s fate. You’re mine, and
no one else is allowed to have you. Not ever. Come on now, Elizabeth. It’s time to go
home. We can kiss and make up.‛
There was nowhere to run. He would catch her, and this time he would kill her. She
was sure of it.
Movement from inside the SUV caught her attention. She glanced down in time to
see a strong hand raise a gun through the broken window. In one smooth motion, the
man aimed toward the brush and fired.
The SUV slid forward. Ears ringing from the gunshot, she didn’t hesitate. She
yanked the car door opened, then pulled the man’s arm with every bit of strength she
possessed. He came free from the crushed metal and tangle of seat belt just as his car
lost the war with gravity.
Michael tumbled out of his SUV and bowled the woman over. Rolling fast, he
covered her with his body, gun pointing into the brush, eyes searching for the source of
that disembodied voice. He could hear nothing after the retort of the gun except the sick
crunch of his custom hybrid Tahoe as it died a humiliating death at the bottom of the
canyon. Shit. He’d just bought that car!
The trip had started so beautifully, his new beginning. No more working all night,
no more losing track of the days, no more heart attack waiting to happen. Thirty wasn’t
old; he was just overworked in an obsessive-compulsive kind of way.
Enwright Security had grown to be the top high-tech security business in the
country and had nearly eaten him alive in the process. Not that he hadn’t loved every
bit of starting his own company. He had. But when one of his top technicians died at his
workbench after another fourteen-hour shift, Michael knew it was time to make a
change.
A little over two hours ago, he’d loaded a suitcase, laptop, and a few other gadgets
into his Tahoe and headed north from Phoenix with no particular destination in mind.
He’d stopped at the Sunset Point rest area, resisted the temptation to call the office and
check on the production statistics, and just stood gazing into the gathering darkness. No
destination meant no reservations, no plans. He felt lost. With a sigh, he’d gotten back
into the car.
He’d noticed the woman first. She’d burst from the backside of the restrooms,
running toward the brush with quick looks over her shoulders. A moment later, a man
dressed all in black gave chase.
Her face had been a mask of terror, and Michael hadn’t hesitated. He’d pushed the
four-wheel drive into action and barreled over the curb and into the brush surrounding
the rest area, following the path of the man. He’d figured it was a domestic dispute and
reasoned if he could get to the man, he could calm the situation. If not, he’d knock the
asshole out. Either way, he couldn’t sit by and watch a man chase a woman into the
wilderness.
The gunshots came as a complete surprise. Four bullets right to the windshield. The
bullet-resistant glass did its job, but the stars splintering across the front effectively
blocked his view. The Tahoe pitched over a boulder, and Michael had a terrifying
glimpse of the edge of the world before his head slammed into the door frame and the
lights went out.
All that had led to his current predicament. He was lying on top of a beautiful
woman, his gun in his hand, looking into the night for a rat bastard he now planned to
kill.
‚Police. Drop the gun, and lock your hands behind your head, motherfucker,‛ the
voice a low growl behind his ear.
Michael turned his head slightly only to find the barrel of a gun pressed against his
temple. He dropped the gun. The woman beneath him whimpered.
Graeme’s heart rate was nicely elevated. He cuffed the suspect where he lay,
needing to secure him before he risked a look at the woman. Jerking the man’s arms, he
dropped him unceremoniously and was rewarded with a muffled thud as his face hit
the ground.
‚Ma’am, are you okay? I need you to stand up slowly with your hands to the side
where I can see them.‛
He wasn’t taking any chances. They could both be assholes, and he was out here
without backup. The woman got to her knees and pushed herself up from the ground,
careful to keep her hands in view.
‚Turn around,‛ he directed.
She turned slowly, her long sweep of auburn hair hiding her face. It didn’t matter.
There was only one head of hair like that. Elizabeth Ashford. Fuck.
He reached her in two strides, brushed the hair back from her face, and saw the
bruises and blood. ‚Elizabeth, honey, are you okay? Where’d you come from?‛
He walked her over to sit far enough away from the suspect and lowered her to the
ground. Kneeling beside her, he said, ‚I’m sorry, Elizabeth. He’s not going to hurt you
anymore. Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ve got you now. Can you talk? Can you tell me
what happened?‛
‚Beat me,‛ she gasped and then she pulled away from his arms and ran a few steps
into the woods and vomited.
He figured she’d want a few minutes to recover, so he sauntered over to the bastard
that beat the most beautiful woman he knew and the only one he’d ever loved. He
grabbed a fistful of hair as dark as his own and pulled the man’s head back to take a
look. One eye was swollen shut while the other showed a slice of steely blue peaking
out between swollen lids. Red sand and pebbles clung to the blood that covered the
unfamiliar face. So it wasn’t her bastard husband after all.
He dropped the head and was again gratified by the sound of flesh on ground and a
small moan at the rough contact. He checked the man for more weapons, removed his
wallet and his cell phone.
‚What’s your name, asshole?‛ he asked as he gave a rough kick, his boot connecting
with the suspect’s hip in order to turn him over.
The man made a harsh sound that could have been a laugh, spit blood and dirt from
his mouth, and said through swollen lips, ‚Fuck you!‛
Graeme smiled. He would enjoy questioning this prick. He flipped open the man’s
wallet, just as Elizabeth came back to the small clearing.
‚Elizabeth, do you know this here—‛ he glanced down at the man’s driver’s license
‚—Michael Enwright?‛ The name was familiar, but he wasn’t sure where he’d heard it
before.
‚No, wait, Graeme, you’ve got it all wrong, and don’t call me that,‛ she said running
over to the downed man, even as he tried to stop her.
‚It was Barry that beat me. This man saved my life. Barry very nearly killed him,
too. He shot at him and caused the accident. Help me,‛ she pleaded as she tried to help
Enwright sit up.
This was all such a mess. What was she going to do? She probably needed a doctor.
She knew her ribs were bruised where Barry had kicked her. He usually confined the
blows to her stomach and thighs, places that wouldn’t leave a mark. He’d been
especially violent tonight. She’d recognized the signs, known it was coming. Yet she
hadn’t been able to divert him, and the rage came on fast and furious. He’d worked
himself up as he enumerated her failings, ending on the tragically familiar accusations
that she didn’t love him and she was having an affair.
It was hard to argue with the first. She didn’t love Barry. An affair was out of the
question. The only man she’d ever wanted was standing in front of her wearing a
badge, and he was a big part of the reason she’d stayed married to Barry for as long as
she had.
* * * * *
Fuckin’ cunt! She had no business running. Sneaking out the goddamn backdoor of
the bathroom. She’d planned to run away all along. It was why she’d whined for the
last thirty minutes about having to go pee at the next rest stop.
He wouldn’t have hurt her, not really. Sure he’d given her a tap, but she’d had it
coming. He’d planned to take her to the cabin where he could really teach her a lesson
before they made up. Now she’d gone and caused all this trouble. It was her fault he’d
had to shoot that prick in the fancy SUV. He knew who it was, though. He finally knew
who her fucking boyfriend was. The fancy Enwright prick. Rich bastard. Asshole had
practically fucked her on the ground with her husband standing there watching.
Goddamn it!
He would make them pay. Elizabeth was his. Nobody took what was his. Nobody!
He’d learned things in Afghanistan that would make her pretty little red head spin. He
would make her watch. He would skin Enwright alive, cut off his dick, and feed it to
her. Then she would learn. Elizabeth would learn.
He pressed his knuckles against his temples. Have to calm down, have to think.
Once Enwright was dead, she would settle down, but now they couldn’t go home. They
could still go to the cabin. No one knew where that was. Not even Elizabeth. Need
money. Enwright has money. Just need to get some of Enwright’s money before I kill
him. Need a plan. Need a plan. Need a plan.
* * * * *
‚You’re sure Lizzie?‛ Graeme asked, using her preferred name and deliberately
blocking her view of Enwright, who sat in the dirt rubbing his wrists. ‚I can keep you
safe, no matter what’s going on,‛ he added.
‚For Christ’s sake, she said she was sure. We are both victims here, Sheriff. I’ve
never met the woman before in my life. I saw a man chasing her, I followed. He shot at
my car, I wrecked. I shot at where I thought he might be hiding, and my Tahoe started
to slide off the edge. The lady helped pull me from the SUV, and I was covering her
body while I looked for the gunman. You know the rest.‛
The radio at his side squawked. ‚Sheriff Kennedy, come in. We have an emergency
near your location. Possible kidnapping. State police and FBI are on their way. Repeat,
we have an emergency—‛
‚Sally, will you please remember to use alternate channels and proper protocol
under unusual circumstances. I’ll call you on my private line, standby.‛
He stepped away to get some privacy, uneasy about leaving Elizabeth so close to the
Enwright fellow.
‚What is it, Sally?‛ he demanded as soon as the call connected.
He listened, grunted directions, and disconnected.
‚Do you know what that call was all about, Enwright?‛ he asked.
‚I have a pretty good idea,‛ Michael answered, a slight smile on his face.
‚It seems your fucking Tahoe is equipped with a satellite tracker and called the
police automatically when the crash was recorded and you didn’t answer.‛
Enwright didn’t respond, just waited.
‚Why didn’t you tell me who you are?‛ Graeme gritted out through clenched teeth.
‚You didn’t ask. You were too busy dropping me face-first into the dirt and kicking
me. God forbid you worry about who I am or what might have happened to me. If
you’d like to return my phone, I imagine I can at least keep the FBI from showing up
here,‛ Michael said, holding his hand out for his phone.
He hit the speed dial.
‚Shit, Michael, are you okay? It’s a royal cluster fuck here. The FBI are all over the
place. They said it was likely a kidnapping. What the hell’s going on? First you need a
break, like some Mr. Goddamn Sensitive, now you trash the Tahoe.‛
‚I’m all right, Jolynn. It was a freak accident. Call off the dogs. Tell the FBI to go
home. I suppose I’ll stay around here a day or two to supervise the extraction of the
Tahoe. Have Watkins ferry up the spare Tahoe, and he can take this one back. I’m afraid
we’ll have to salvage it for parts. Call and order another one and have Watkins use the
same specs for customizing,‛ he said. ‚Send me all new technology. You know what I
need. Send it care of the local sheriff’s office.‛ He ended the call.
He paused, thinking of what else he needed to do. In the momentary silence, he
heard the sheriff asking the woman—asking Elizabeth, he amended—where she would
stay. Her tearful reply that she had nowhere to go tugged at his heart.
Michael interrupted. ‚Elizabeth, I’m sorry, I know we’re meeting under unusual
circumstances, to say the least. My name is Michael Enwright, and my company
specializes in security. Considering what we’ve been through together tonight, I want to
offer you all of the resources available to Enwright Security. We’ll stop your husband.
My company will put you up in a secure location while we track his movements.
Believe me, we’ll find him. It’s the least I can do for your saving my life,‛ he finished
sincerely.
‚Like hell you will. Lizzie will be staying with me. We’re old friends. I can keep her
safe, and I have plenty of room. Besides, this is a matter for the local officials,‛ the
sheriff said stiffly.
‚If that’s the case, Sheriff, you know the Phoenix Police Department will be taking
over, and you’ll be shut out. Now that you know who I am, I imagine you know what I
can do, what strings I can pull. I suggest we work together. I’ll have access to far more
resources than you will, but I’ll be willing to share. I won’t even press charges against
you. On one condition.‛
‚What’s that?‛ Graeme asked suspiciously.
‚I’ll be staying with you, as well. Her husband got a good look at me. He’ll know
who I am by tomorrow, if he watches the news. He’ll likely come looking for both of us,
and together, you and I can keep her far safer than one of us alone.
Available 11/11/11 at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, All Romance EBooks, and other
fine retailers.
Highland Shift by Laura Harner
Book One in the Highland Destiny Series
Elena MacFarland wonders what everyone else knows about her new farm that she
doesn’t, and whether she’ll live long enough to find out. Betrayed by her fiancé and the
powerful Worthington family, Elena fights back and negotiates a comfortable
settlement with one small caveat: she must live in Scotland for two years. One
kidnapping and two attempts on her life later, the darkly arrogant Scot, Faolan
MacGailtry declares himself her new protector and moves into her farmhouse. The only
problem? He was present at all three incidents. Elena decides to follow the adage to
keep her friends close and enemies closer—but which is he? One by one, Elena
uncovers Faolan’s darkest secrets: his Druid heritage, his connection to her past, and
finally, the deadly curse that is powerful enough to destroy them both.
Prologue
‚Scatter,‛ said the Queen, imperiously, and then she’d thought no more about the
powerfully magickal Druids.
The Queen of the immortal race of the Tuatha Dé Danann, or Fae, was annoyed at
her Royal Court for the games they were playing with the humans. With a gentle twitch
of her finger and a word whispered on the wind, she’d banished the Druids to the four
corners of the world and destroyed their libraries. She believed that once they were
unable to pass on their magick, their power would die within a few generations.
The ancient members of the Druid Council that were wise in the ways of both gods
and humans survived and cast wards around an island known only to them. There they
continued to practice their arts despite their banishment, maintaining the veil between
worlds, keeping humankind safe from otherworldly harm.
It was from this island that the Druid leaders cast powerful spells to direct certain
futures. If one was inclined to believe in fairy tales, then you might believe this island
sank into the sea thousands of years ago, taking the last of the ancient Druids and their
magick with it. You might also believe that such ancient spells would have no place in
today’s world. You would be wrong on both counts.
Chapter One
Elena MacFarland stood motionless at the airline counter, temporarily lost in the
earthy, spicy scent of the man behind her. Tired from the long flight and ready to get on
with her fresh start, she resented the musky mixture that had her wanting to bury her
face in his chest. Briefly closing her eyes, she sought her inner strength, only to
experience a vision of naked arms and legs tangled beneath satin sheets, instead. With
one last shaky breath of the intoxicating aroma, Elena retrieved her passport and ticket
from the attendant and turned toward the seating area.
‚Excuse me,‛ the man said to the harried attendant, his Scottish burr deep and sexy,
‚can you tell me if there are any more seats available on that flight? ‘Tis a matter of life
and death.‛
Shaking off the additional brain fog his voice induced, Elena pushed her feet
forward to the boarding area and sat with her backpack by her feet. With a deep breath,
she reluctantly raised her eyes just enough to see what had smelled and sounded so
enticing.
No doubt about it, there had been a god behind her in line, Elena realized. Her
mouth went dry at the expanse of golden skin and light dusting of hair on display
between the top of his sturdy hiking boots and the bottom of his navy and green tartan.
A thick cream-colored sweater clung to his broad shoulders, giving him a look of old
world style meets modern rustic. He was six and half feet of barely suppressed power,
and her fingers itched to remove the leather thong that restrained his long mahogany
hair. Blushing at her thoughts, Elena wondered if anything restrained him underneath
his kilt. She thought he looked as though he stepped off the cover of a romance novel,
and she barely resisted the urge to fan herself. She hadn’t thought men still wore kilts,
but she definitely liked the look.
The perky attendant’s nametag identified her as Shelly, and she looked ready to cry
as she shook her head. There were no remaining seats available. The man continued to
speak softly, and it was plain that he was using his considerable charm to find a way
onto the flight. Whatever he said caused Shelly to look directly at Elena, whisper and
nod. He followed Shelly’s gaze and raised a sardonic brow when he caught Elena
watching him.
His eyes slowly raked Elena’s body before he finally raised his gaze to meet her
flashing green eyes. Her spine stiffened and her nipples rose to pert attention in a
confused and involuntary response to him. She felt as though she had a primal
knowledge of his rock hard body, steely arms, and crushing lips. He stirred an ancient
hunger deep in her belly, and lower still. Twenty feet apart and total strangers, yet
Elena felt scorched by the heat that radiated between them.
Elena extinguished the fire quickly, as her mind filled with memories of another
egotistical jerk that oozed such an overload of self-confidence. Over the past few
months, Elena MacFarland graduated from law school, become engaged, passed the Bar
Exam, and landed her dream job. She’d also been dumped on her ass, fired, served with
a restraining order, and evicted by Martin J. Worthington, III, who was both her former
boss and ex-future-father-in-law. Arrogance did not impress her.
Realizing she’d been used and unwilling to quit when she was so far behind, Elena
had cleverly negotiated a very comfortable settlement with the elder Worthington in
exchange for her silence. The only real drawback was that she needed to live in Scotland
for two years. Considering all she’d been through, that didn’t seem such a bad bargain.
With a little sniff, Elena turned away from the drama. She thought about the
circumstances that had brought her halfway around the world, ready to start a new life
on the outskirts of Inverness.
Impatiently, Elena pushed the memories aside and once more observed the ruckus
on the other side of the airport lounge. Shelly had taken the arrogant Scotsman to speak
with an older woman traveling by herself. The woman was listening attentively to
Shelly, while never taking her eyes off the man’s face. He took up the tale, presented his
case, and then waited for her decision. Elena pitied her, and expected it was a done
deal; the man would get the woman’s seat. It would be hard to resist his smoldering
gaze.
****
The flight attendant’s pampering made Elena glad that she had splurged on a first
class ticket. Sipping her complimentary beverage, Elena watched the other travelers
trudge past on their way to economy. The flight attendant gave directions for buckling
seatbelts once the stream of passengers stopped. Elena noticed the cabin door was still
open and the seat next to her was still empty. Uh oh<
The senior flight attendant came through the door at the last possible minute,
fawning over the gorgeous man from the terminal. He was completely oblivious to her
attentions and quickly scanned the cabin, his gaze settling on Elena. He folded and
squeezed himself into the remaining seat and brushed the flight attendant’s hands away
as she tried to help him fasten his seatbelt.
Elena leaned closer to the window and feigned an interest in the hustle and bustle of
London’s Heathrow Airport. She hadn’t been nearly this close to him in the terminal
and his scent alone had practically given her an orgasm. Her heart pounded
uncomfortably fast in her chest as she concentrated on making herself as small as
possible. Elena didn’t understand her reaction to this manipulative man. She chalked it
up to the strain of moving, and tried to push her errant thoughts away.
As the plane began to taxi, he surprised her by introducing himself. ‚Hello, lass,‛ he
said seriously, ‚my name is Faolan.‛ He pronounced it as FULL-an; the words rolling
out of his mouth in a low and devastatingly sexy brogue.
Elena longed to wrap her tongue around his name, unsure of her ability to do it
justice. She knew he was waiting for her to offer her name in return, but she had
apparently gone mute as she stared at his face up close. His eyes were stunning. The
golden amber irises were edged with a dark ring and his lashes were long enough to
make a woman weep with envy. They were eyes Elena could stare into for hours and
never be bored. His nose was strong and straight, with slightly flared nostrils. His lips
parted in a half-mocking smile that showed straight, white teeth.
She was just thinking she would like to nibble that full lower lip when he caught his
teeth on it in a small bite. Fortunately, the flight attendant provided a timely distraction
by asking Faolan what he would like to drink, giving Elena a chance to check herself for
drool. Taking a quick mental inventory, she knew her emerald green eyes would look
tired, and her long black curls were tangled into a clip on the back of her head. At least
her blue v-necked sweater still clung flatteringly. Taking comfort from that small
positive, Elena was slightly more composed when Faolan looked back, so she gave
introducing herself a whirl,
‚I’m Elena MacFarland, nice to meet you.‛ Oh God, that sounded so lame!
For the next hour, Elena was going to be stuck next to Faolan in a strangely intimate
public place. She reminded herself that she wasn’t trying to make an impression, just
trying to keep from touching the man. Even in the extra roomy seats of the first class
cabin, Faolan’s knee managed to bump against hers and Elena gasped. It was as though
a bolt of electricity shot straight up her leg! She thought she heard him laugh softly.
Elena stared out the window, more disturbed by her reactions than she cared to admit.
Faolan was one powerfully sexual man. Everything about him set her hormones on
fire. Her body and mind had disengaged from each other, and her body wanted to
touch him, pet him, taste him. Elena had learned that lesson the hard way and it wasn’t
going to happen again. Good looking, arrogant men like Faolan were never interested
in the real Elena, there would always be a catch. Her body would just have to back the
hell down; her head was in control now.
Determined to prove just how in control she was, Elena decided to risk some small
talk. She took a deep breath to relieve the tension, turned toward Faolan, and found
him staring intently at her. Elena had always wondered why people needed to gather
their wits about them, but now she knew. Wits could indeed be scattered. She spent a
moment gathering hers.
In her hesitation, Faolan made the first conversational strike, ‚What brings you to
Scotland, lass? Where are you headed?‛
‚Uhm.‛ That was clever. Try again. She cleared her throat, ‚I’m moving here. I just
purchased a home, north of Inverness, and I’m on my way there.‛ She was relieved to
notice that she sounded better, more like the confident woman she knew herself to be.
Faolan seemed politely interested, ‚How did you decide on Inverness, lass? Do you
have family here? Or is your man from here?‛
Elena sighed. ‚It’s a long story, but no, I have no family or a man, as you put it. I
haven’t seen the house yet. It’s supposed to be a small farmhouse on the outskirts of a
tiny village north of Inverness. It was part of a legal settlement.‛
‚A legal settlement?‛ he fished.
Elena ignored the opportunity to explain; she wasn’t reliving that story with this
man. Searching for a safer topic, she belatedly remembered his comments to the
attendant. He’d said, ‚It was a matter of life or death.‛ Maybe it hadn’t all been
arrogance; he could have a loved one seriously hurt somewhere. She wondered if he
wanted to talk about it.
‚I don’t mean to pry, but I heard you at the counter. You seemed adamant about
getting on this flight. I hope everything is all right with your family?‛ Elena probed.
His jaw tightened and he turned his head away. He looked livid for a minute and
Elena was glad that she wasn’t the focus of his anger. Then as suddenly as the fury
appeared, it left him with a sigh. ‚Nay, lass, nothing will ever be right again, I have no
family,‛ he said with a voice full of sadness.
‚I’m sorry,‛ Elena offered, not sure of how else to respond. She returned to looking
out the window in order to give him some privacy.
After a moment, Faolan changed the subject. ‚How will you get to the Highlands,
lass?‛
Elena jumped at the chance to ease away from topics that were more personal in
nature. ‚I leased a Land Rover.‛ Elena continued, trying to keep the subject light, ‚I
made a reservation at the Hilton in Inverness for tonight, tomorrow I’ll drive to Fairth.
They continued to chat about inconsequential things and discovered they had very
little in common. She told him she was an attorney, he said he dabbled in investments,
she liked sports, he didn’t, this was her first trip abroad, he was well-traveled. Soon the
flight attendant returned to tell them to prepare for landing. Although Elena had
enjoyed their brief conversation, she would be relieved to get away from him.
Everything about him was too intense. It had only been a few short months since her
break up with Marty, and Faolan was exactly the type of man she had sworn off for life:
great looking, seriously confident, with a tangible air of entitlement. Definitely not my
cup of tea.
‚I’m a little curious,‛ said Elena, as they stood in the aisle waiting to exit the plane,
‚How did you manage to get on the flight? I thought it was full.‛
Elena looked up and stifled a gasp. Although he towered over her, his face was
much closer than she expected because of the cabin’s low ceiling. His look was
positively dangerous and his tawny eyes turned dark as he scowled. Their gazes locked
for a minute, the air doing that strange burning thing around them again. He bared his
teeth in a tight, wolfish imitation of a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. ‚I always get
what I want. Eventually.‛