Saddle up, Cattle Valley residents. It's time for the annual Cattle Valley Days, which means one thing. Cowboys, lots and lots of chapped cowboy butts.
We'll be checking in with some of your favourite couples from the past as well as meeting a few new residents. Our old friends from the Good-Time Boys will also be dropping by for the annual rodeo festivities.
So slap your spurs in and get ready for a wild ride!
Reader Advisory: This book is best read in sequence as part of a series
General Release Date: 27th July 2009
Rio tossed the underwear into the hamper and returned to finish the movie he and Ryan had started. “He’s in another one of his moods,” he grumbled.
Ryan lifted his head and placed it back on Rio’s lap. “Cut him some slack. I remember how pissy Quade used to get this time of year.”
The long black hair fanning over the edge of the sofa begged for attention. Rio began running his fingers through the thick silk. “If I’d known, I would’ve put up more of a fight when he wanted to do this mayor crap.”
Ryan gazed up into Rio’s eyes. “Nate’s gratefully shared everything with us since he came into our lives. This is something he wanted for himself. Give him that, will ya?”
His lover always had a way of slapping his hands without coming out and yelling at him. “I just miss him.”
“We both do, but we’ll get him back after next week. Right now he needs our understanding, not our criticism.”
Rio wanted to argue, but knew it would be futile. He returned his attention back to the movie. Life without Nate being, well...Nate, sucked. He hadn’t realised how much he depended on his little metrosexual until he wasn’t there.
The movie lost its appeal, and Rio turned off the television.
“Hey. I was watching that,” Ryan protested, pinching Rio’s thigh.
“Sorry. I thought maybe we could go upstairs.”
“Okay, but you really coulda asked first.” Ryan sat up and swung his legs over the wide leather sofa.
Rio stood and pulled his tattooed man into his arms. “I’m a thoughtless ass sometimes, but you love me anyway.”
Ryan nipped Rio’s chin. “You’re right on both counts.”
They turned off the lights and headed upstairs. Walking into their bedroom, Rio was surprised to find the bed empty. “Fuck!”
“Oh, this will not do at all,” Ryan growled, turning to stalk out of the room.
Rio followed as Ryan threw open the guestroom door and turned on the light. He threw the covers from Nate’s nude body and picked him up. Nate was dead to the world and didn’t even stir as he was carried into the master suite.
Working quickly, Rio had the bed turned down and his clothes off in no time. He loved it when Ryan got this way, all commanding and sheriffy.
Ryan laid Nate on the opposite side of the bed and started stripping. “I don’t give a shit if he’s too tired to fuck, but I’ll be damned if I’ll have him anywhere but in my bed.”
Spread out on his back, with his feet firmly planted on the mattress, Rio let his legs fall open in invitation. “I got what you need right here, Sheriff Blackfeather.”
Ryan licked his lips as his hand began to stroke his cock. “You feel like being my prisoner, do ya?”
Wow. How long had it been since Ryan had looked at him with such unbridled lust in his eyes? “Yes. Use me, Lawman. Teach me a lesson.”
With a wicked gleam in his eyes, Ryan turned and rifled around in the dresser drawer, finally pulling out a pair of handcuffs. “Turn over.”
Rio’s eyes went wide. Kinky motherfucker. He did as ordered and stretched his arms towards the spindled headboard. The cold metal clicked into place, and Rio started to worry. What the hell have I gotten myself into?
He felt the bed dip a second before a large hand slapped him on the ass.
“Ow! What the fuck?” he asked, trying to look over his shoulder.
“Shut up. Prisoners speak when I tell them to speak.” A slick finger shoved its way inside Rio’s ass. He flinched, not expecting the sudden intrusion.
“Got any contraband in here?” Ryan asked, adding another finger.
“I don’t think so, but you might keep looking just in case I forgot something,” Rio moaned. He felt the pad of Ryan’s finger rub against his prostate and groaned. His cock was soaking the bed sheets with copious amounts of pre-cum. Usually, when Ryan got him this riled up, Nate was there to slurp the dripping liquid into his hot little mouth.
“Fuck me already, Sheriff.”
He received a harder slap to his ass. “You want this? I don’t think you can handle it. You look like a big candy-assed thug to me.”
Rio shoved his ass back as far as he could. “Please fuck me.”
Yeah, he was begging, but what the hell. He needed, and needed now.
After another round of Beat-Rio’s-Ass, Ryan entered him without his usual gentle nature. Rio almost swallowed his tongue at the sudden invasion. Spots appeared in his line of vision, and he had to take deep breaths to keep from passing out as Ryan assaulted his ass like never before.
An avid reader for years, one day Carol Lynne decided to write her own brand of erotic romance. While writing her first novel, Branded by Gold, Carol fell in love with the M/M genre. Carol juggles between being a full-time mother and a full-time writer. With well over one hundred releases, one thing is certain, Carol loves to keep busy writing sexy cowboys, shifters, bodyguards, vampires and everything in between. Although series books are her passion, Carol enjoys penning the occasional stand-alone title.
As founder and President of GRL Retreat, Inc., Carol helps organize the annual GayRomLit Retreat. Now in its sixth year, GayRomLit is an annual retreat that brings together the people who create and celebrate LGBT romance for a one-of-a-kind, must-attend gathering of dynamic, informal, and diverse fun.
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