Bailey Bradford - Southwestern Shifters 08 - Revenge (16 page)

“It’s almost like having our baby leave the nest,” Nathan said as the jet took off with Ryder and Maarten on board. They had said their goodbyes earlier at the compound. Now Nathan and Marcus could see the plane from their bedroom window. Together they watched as the jet rose higher and higher, until it finally was out of sight. “He’s all grown up, kind of.”

Marcus snorted at that. “Ugliest baby ever. He’s all hairy and bulky.”
Nathan poked him in the belly. “Don’t be mean. Ryder isn’t ugly.”
“If he was a baby and looked like that, more hair on his body than his head, yeah, he’d

Nathan wasn’t going to concede the point. He wasn’t going to argue, either. “I’m still surprised Guillermo and Juanita held the Alpha Anax position for Ryder. Jeez, Juanita can kick ass!”

Sissy to Ryder. He gets her for his guards down there. Ass.”
“Well, Guillermo will get to deal with Double Trouble,” Nathan said, referring to Sissy
and Juanita. “It’s a damn good thing he healed up so fast.”
“Yeah. So.” Marcus turned and gave him a wicked look. “I hear there’s some beautiful
places in South America. Bet there’s somewhere perfect for two shifters celebrating their
anniversary.”
Nathan frowned at him. “We just had our anniversary last week, did you forget?” “No,” Marcus laughed, catching him up in a big hug. “I didn’t, or you’d have strung me
up and skinned me. I meant next year.”
“I wouldn’t have skinned you because you wouldn’t have forgotten,” Nathan couldn’t
help but say. “As for getting away to celebrate our anniversary next year, are you sure you
don’t want to do that here with the pack instead?”
Marcus lifted Nathan up off his feet. “Nope. Well, a small party, sure, so our pack can
celebrate with us, but then I want you all to myself, out in the middle of some exotic,
beautiful place we’ve never been before—”
“First off, I’d have to tell you, there is no such thing as a small party with a pack our
size.” Nathan pinched Marcus’ butt. “Second, I don’t know about going to South America.
It’s got to be hotter even than New Mexico, being all closer to the equator and shit. Third—” “Third, you need to stop talking,” Marcus said right before slanting his mouth over
Nathan’s.
Nathan had to admit, kissing was much better than talking, unless they were talking
dirty. Then it depended. His mental rambling spluttered when Marcus nipped his tongue.
What the hell was up with that?
“Quit wandering off on me,” Marcus scolded, then immediately went back to kissing
him.
Nathan’s eyelids fell shut and he clutched at Marcus’ shoulders. It didn’t take much
effort to get his legs around Marcus’ waist, either, and gods, that felt so good! Marcus moaned and spun them, and somehow they ended up on the bed, tearing at
each other’s clothes. Nathan only had a problem getting his socks off—he hated fucking with
socks on, it made him feel goofy-looking or like a porn actor. Once he tossed them aside, he
leapt on Marcus, bouncing them both on the bed.
“Love you,” he told his mate. “So much.”
“Gods, but I love you more,” Marcus replied.
Nathan growled at him. “You do not love me more, you love me the same.” “No,” Marcus said, shaking his head slowly. “I don’t love you the same. I love you
more, each and every day.”
Damn it, the man was going to melt him with sweet words. Nathan sniffed. “Well,
that’s fine, and that’s what I meant. Every day, I love you more. Now can we quit squabbling
and make love?”
“Oh, I love it when you talk romantic instead of dirty.” Marcus batted his eyelashes. Nathan leant down until he was nose to nose with his mate. “Are you trying to make
me fuck you until you can’t walk?”
“To quote you, duh.”
“You are so in for it,” Nathan warned, his pulse racing with excitement. “You think so? What’re you going to do?”
A short scuffle ensued. For all that Nathan was shorter, less bulky, Marcus didn’t go
easy on him. Nathan still won, shoving Marcus down on his stomach. Both of them were
panting from exertion and arousal.
“I’m gonna do what you’re begging me to do,” Nathan promised.
“But I’m not begging—Oh gods,” Marcus gasped as Nathan licked down his crack. “I’ll
beg, just please don’t stop!”
As if Nathan would. He spread Marcus’ cheeks and went after his hole like a starving
man given a meal. Every lick and suck drove the most delicious noises past Marcus’ lips.
Nathan thrust his tongue inside and Marcus rose up onto his knees, presenting his ass so
prettily. Nathan kept at his pucker, getting it good and wet. He slid a finger in easily. “Lube, honey.”
Marcus groaned. “Just fuck me.”
“Lube,” Nathan snapped. “I don’t want a raw dick and you don’t want to be fucked like
I’m gonna do without lots of lube.”
Marcus was reaching for the lube and handing it back to Nathan in no time flat. Nathan
opened the bottle and poured out plenty onto his palm. He coated his dick and slathered the
remained over Marcus’ asshole. He pressed the tip of the bottle to Marcus’ opening and
squeezed.
“Aw, that always feels…”
“Good?” Nathan guessed.
“Kinda gross,” Marcus corrected. “But good too because I know what’s next.” “You are entirely too chatty,” Nathan growled, then he was pushing into Marcus’ hole,
the tight, hot grip of his ring and the rippling inner walls shattering his restraint. Nathan grabbed Marcus’ hips and thrust in to the hilt.
“Fuck yeah,” Marcus crowed, wiggling against him. “Do it.”
Nathan did ‘it’, withdrawing and slamming into Marcus’ ass until he was out of breath,
until they were both panting loudly, sliding over the sheets. Marcus slapped at the
headboard and pulled himself up until he was kneeling, his legs wide apart so Nathan could
drill his cock into him.
Nathan wrapped his arms around Marcus and palmed his shaft. No words were
spoken, only grunts as Nathan pounded away, fucking Marcus, jerking him off. He licked at
Marcus’ back, scraped his teeth over a favourite spot.
Marcus made the sound Nathan had been waiting for, a mewling, needy one that was
more instinctive than intentional. Then he bit, letting his teeth break skin, tasting his mate in
a different way.
Marcus shouted, a wordless sound as his ass clamped down around Nathan’s cock.
Marcus’ length pulsed in Nathan’s hand, then the smell of spunk hit the air just as the actual
jet of it splattered on Nathan’s skin.
Yes, yes! This is it, this is everything, love and want, trust and need.
Nathan felt it to
overflowing, everything good and right between him and his mate. It surpassed the ecstasy
of relief, the indescribable bond they shared greater than anything else, physical or
emotional.
It was, and would remain, the perfect love.

“Wow, I don’t know about this,” Troy muttered, looking out of the passenger side window. There were freakin’ mountains. They made Troy feel small and he didn’t like that at all.

“I think it’s beautiful,” Will said, leaning against Troy. Will, lithe guy that he was, always sat in the middle of the truck’s bench seat. Will loved being in the middle, whereas Troy only loved it in certain situations—like when he, Will, and Carlos were all naked and fucking like bunnies. Troy pulled his gaze away from the intimidating ginormous mounds and cast it towards the stoic, chiselled cowboy driving so competently.

Carlos could be a mountain, Troy decided. Their mountain, his and Will’s. It had taken Troy a while but he’d come to believe he could depend on Carlos—and Will. Sometimes he thought he was the weak link in their relationship, but he tried not to let his insecurities get the best of him.

“I missed this when we were in Texas,” Will continued, and he began to stroke Troy’s thigh, just teasing at the inside seam of his jeans. “South Texas is so damn flat, and dry, God, it’s awful. Nice people though.” Will shifted and nipped Troy’s jaw, drawing every bit of Troy’s attention then. Will’s eyes gleamed with the knowledge that he’d just made Troy’s dick so hard he was surprised it didn’t drill right through his jeans. Troy knew Will’s expressions better than he knew his own.

Troy’s dick got just
that
much harder. Carlos was still looking straight ahead, watching the road, as far as Troy could tell. He either had awesome peripheral vision, or he knew his men quite well. Probably the latter, Troy thought as he sucked in a sharp breath. Will rubbing his balls was guaranteed to make Troy whimper unless he bit the crap out of his lips.

“We could put on a show for you, Cowboy,” Will purred, using his pet name for Carlos. “Or you could pull over and join in, ’cuz I’m gonna be all over Troy and his big dick in just a few seconds.”

The whimper Troy had been trying to hold in burst free in a gush of warm air, blood surging through his veins at the promise in Will’s voice. Dimly, he was aware of Carlos cursing in that low, rough way he did when he got horny as hell. The truck swerved, bumped along for a few seconds as Will bent and blew on Troy’s denim-covered dick.

Troy grabbed a handful of Will’s sweet, round ass with one hand and the Oh Shit bar with the other. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, sliding down as much as he could. Someone—Will, most likely—unbuckled his seat belt, and Troy made another one of those embarrassing sounds as Will unfastened his jeans.

The fact that it was day—a bright, sunny one—rather than night, and that they were out in the open didn’t faze Troy at all. After you’d inadvertently made a porn tape, like he and his lovers had back in the bar Troy used to work in, you tended not to be so shy. Troy had never been much on the shy side to begin with, but he really had forgotten about the security cameras in the storage room.

Hell, no one in their right mind would have been thinking about anything other than the two sexy men he’d been with, was still with. A little sunlight and possible exposure wasn’t going to stop any of them. Besides, Troy trusted Carlos to take care of them.

There was a subtle scent on the wind, an almost sweet odour that somehow added to Troy’s stimulation. Eyes closed, Troy moaned softly at the first flick of Will’s tongue over his slit. Everything else ceased to register when Will sucked his crown into the tight, wet confines of his mouth.

Troy’s worries along with his doubts and insecurities melted away under the skilled tongue and hard suction. He heard the metallic sound of Carlos’ seatbelt being unfastened then the grunts and murmurs as Carlos moved to lean over Will. His mouth was taken and ravished by the expert kiss Carlos laid on him. Troy quivered and keened as his balls drew tight.

“Not so quick,” Carlos growled against his lips, following the command with a bite on Troy’s lower one. “Got us pulled over in a nice, private spot. No reason to rush this.”
Troy would have begged to differ. He was desperate to come. Even so, even lost as he was in his own needs, he knew Carlos would have his way. Mainly because Troy and Will wanted him to.
“Mmm,” Will hummed as he sucked Troy’s cock in deeper.
Troy gasped and Carlos was on him again, plundering his mouth in a kiss that was every bit as good as being fucked. Troy managed to get a handful of Carlos’ shirt, scraping his blunt nails over Carlos’ chest as he did so. His other hand he kept on Will’s tempting ass.
Will’s mouth was divine, but Troy wanted more. He needed to thrust and fuck and be taken—he needed to be in the middle now. None of his fears could slip into his head then, when he was being loved on like that.
Will bobbed down and took Troy in to his throat. Troy jerked his head aside and yelped, struggling not to squirt like a virgin getting his first blowjob. He let go of Will’s ass to try to grab the base of his own shaft. Will swallowed and Troy kicked his feet, forcing his climax back through sheer determination.
“Want in,” he panted, and hoped to God his partners understood. “Fuck me,” was the best he could get out to possibly clarify his needs.
Carlos got it, though, and Will must have too, because Troy, big, muscle-bound guy that he was, found himself pulled out of the truck shortly after hearing the door open. He prised his eyelids apart as soon as his feet hit the ground. Carlos burned him with a hot look then cupped his jaw firmly, almost painfully. He slanted his mouth to Troy’s again and kissed him with a savage intensity that made Troy quake from somewhere deep inside all the way out to his toes.
Meanwhile, Will pulled on his jeans, shoving them down. “Lift your foot.” Will tugged, and Troy did so. He was melting under Carlos’ onslaught, unable to truly focus on anything else.
Until a slippery hand stroked his cock, smearing it with lube. Troy jolted, eyes flying open as Carlos spun him around. His own hole was rubbed, slicked up while at the same time Carlos nudged him towards Will’s sweet bottom. Will was bent over the seat, propped up on his elbows and peering eagerly over his shoulder. His pucker glistened and gaped just enough that Troy knew he’d stretched himself, and Troy could just shove in and fuck until he shattered.
Troy took Will’s ass cheeks in hand and spread them apart. He noted the way Will’s nuts were already pulled up right before Carlos growled at him to get on it.
“Yeah, what he said,” Will panted, reaching beneath himself to palm his cock.
Troy didn’t need to be told twice, although thinking was becoming difficult what with Carlos pushing a thick finger into his ass. Carlos’ hands always looked long, lean, his fingers almost delicate despite the scars on them—and yet, when Carlos slipped a finger into Troy’s ass, it felt like he was being opened up with something a helluva lot bigger. Troy moaned, his pucker burning around the intrusion.
Carlos muttered something unintelligible and pushed another digit in. “Come on, honey. Can’t fuck you until you get on in Will, and look at Will. He wants you to fuck him so bad, so hard and long. Gonna have to slap that ass a few times while you’re riding him.”
“Ungh, please,” Will whined, shaking his rump. Troy obliged him with three sharp smacks that were every bit as hard as Will liked them to be. Will yelled and raised his butt for each one, even though they left his skin bright, fiery red. Before the last slap finished ringing out, Troy thrust into Will’s hole, giving them both the rough fucking they liked. Sex wasn’t always this way, but when it was, they all revelled in it.
Will’s ass gripped Troy’s length, rippling around it as he sank in balls-deep. Troy loved watching his dick split Will open. He loved the drag against his cock when he pulled out almost completely. He loved everything about fucking Will, and—“Shit,” he hissed. He loved being fucked, too, and Carlos’ cock was thick, thick and long, and pushing through Troy’s pucker. Troy didn’t even think Carlos had his fingers all the way out when he’d started pushing in, because holy hell, that had been some burn, but Carlos was soon holding his hips, and that was good, so good.
It was perfect, better than perfect, if that was possible. Troy kept his hips pressed to Will’s ass and he bent over him, the better to receive Carlos’ cock. As soon as that thick shaft was so deep inside him Troy thought he could taste it, Troy swivelled his hips.
“Damn it,” Carlos huffed. He tightened his grip on Troy, bruising him, marking him, and Troy shivered with the pleasure of being owned by these two men. He owned them just as much, and it was times like this that he knew it in every cell of his DNA.
Carlos thrust in even further and Troy gasped, pleasure shooting through his ass. Will moaned and dropped his head to the seat. His hand was still on his cock, and Troy had to brace himself because he knew it was going to get wild. He grabbed the headrest and got his other hand on to the floorboard just in time. Carlos pulled back, Troy following for a few inches, then Carlos slammed back into him, driving Troy’s cock deep into Will’s ass.
The truck rocked or the Earth moved, or maybe it was just Troy’s head spinning. Whatever, he didn’t have time to figure it out because Carlos set to fucking him like Carlos was starving for it. Probably was—they were all three kind of sluts for each other.
Troy lowered himself enough to drag his teeth over Will’s nape. Will shrieked and followed that up with, “More!”
“Gonna give it to him,” Carlos rasped, ploughing Troy harder.
Troy’s teeth clacked together and he came up to his toes with the force of the fucking. He hammered into Will, each thrust pushing whimpers and curses from him. Troy arched his back, getting a deeper drive in, and Carlos cursed just before he laid a harsh slap to Troy’s backside.
“Oh,” Troy panted, his vision sparking with red and black spots. His balls drew right up, getting ready to shoot him into orbit. “God. Damn!” Whether he actually got the “Again” out, he couldn’t say, but Carlos laid his hand down once more, the sound loud despite their panting.
Troy powered into Will’s ass then like a madman, need ripping through him. Will’s “Uhn uhn uhn,” sounds were driving Troy insane, just like Carlos’ harsh breaths and jabbing hip bones that would leave marks on Troy’s butt. His hole burned and ached from the pounding, and his prostate was about too sensitive for much more. Carlos was nailing that gland consistently.
“Now,” Carlos barked as he shoved in again. He punctuated the order with a pinch to Troy’s hip, and that bite of pain gave Troy just what he needed to come.
Troy howled, his throat aching as he tensed from calves to neck, his cock throbbing. Will’s ass clutched him almost too tight, milking his shaft in irregular constrictions. Will keened, and Troy was jostled by another hard thrust from Carlos. Then Carlos gave that rusty sound he made when he came, and hot cum warmed Troy’s ass deep inside.
Will grunted when Troy collapsed on him. Troy would apologise later, when he could speak. He was doing well to just fucking breathe at this point.
Carlos’ raspy breaths gave Troy a sense of joy, knowing he’d helped push Carlos to that point. Oh, he knew it wasn’t just him. Carlos’ cock might have been up his ass, but Will was just as integral to Carlos’ pleasure as Troy was. The three of them made up a maybe unlikely partnership, but it worked for them, and damn it, they loved each other on top of it all.
“Gotta move,” Carlos warned right before easing his softening dick from Troy’s ass. “Get you two to the ranch, I’m gonna have to show you some more rope tricks.”
Troy’s already aching throat went dry at that promise. Carlos was the only man Troy had ever trusted enough to let tie him up. He was kind of becoming addicted to it.
“Need…to…breathe…” Will got out. Troy stood up, stumbling until Carlos caught him by the shoulders.
“Yeah, y’all make my legs shaky, too,” Carlos said, and it was the easy way he admitted things like that that helped Troy. Carlos was a strong, tough cowboy, but he had no trouble admitting his needs, or the way his men affected him. That he didn’t view those things as weaknesses assuaged Troy’s fears about being a wuss when it came to falling in love.
“Make all of me boneless,” Will mumbled, flopping onto his back and promptly sliding gracelessly to the floor board. “Ouch!” he said as he hit, his legs flying out and arms flailing.
Troy was still more fucked out than agile, but he lunged for Will at the same time Carlos did. Despite thumping into each other, they managed to keep Will from falling to his ass on the ground. Soon they were snickering, and Troy’s heart hadn’t felt so…so full, since they’d started their trek for the Mossy Glenn Ranch in Montana.
He was beginning to think they might just be able to make themselves a home here.
“That’s the look I like to see on your face.”
Troy glanced away from Will’s brilliant smile and turned to Carlos. “What look?”
Carlos’ smile was a bare curve of lips, but it packed a sensual punch like you wouldn’t believe. “That one, the happy, you-love-us look. Makes me feel like I could fly.”
“It’s an awesome look, Troy,” Will affirmed. “If my ass didn’t feel like I’d just had a huge dick shoved up it, I’d be on you like stripes on a tiger.”
“Y’all know I love you both,” Troy said more gruffly than he’d intended. “I’m just, you know, nervous about moving here and…and what my role is going to be. I don’t know anything about ranching.”
Will shrugged. “Yeah, me either, but I know Carlos, and I know you. The three of us can do whatever we need to, to make the Mossy Glenn a successful ranch again for our friends.”
“And employers,” Troy added. “Don’t forget, Nick, Annabelle, and Rory are our bosses, too.”
Will nodded. “Yup. So are their partners. We’ve got a shitload of bosses, so we are going to make sure we don’t let ’em down. I’m sure there’s plenty you and I can do while Carlos cowboys around.”
Carlos snorted and started straightening his clothing. “Hand me the wipes out of the glove compartment, please.”
Will got the wipes and handed some to Troy, too. “I have an idea,” Will started, grinning fit to be tied when Carlos gave him an arch look. “What? It’s a good idea! You know, we have to hire a whole new staff, or hands, or whatever you call them.”
“Yeah,” Carlos agreed. “Sure do since the place has been run into the ground and everyone fired or quit.” He sighed and ran his fingers through his thick black and grey hair. “Gonna be a pain in the ass trying to find people willing to come back to the Mossy Glenn.”
Will winked at Troy, then looked at Carlos. “So, what if we place some ads in some of the gay mags and newspapers?”
Carlos stopped mid-zip. Troy did, too. Troy frowned and cocked his head to one side as he contemplated the idea. “You mean hire only gay cowboys?” Troy wasn’t sure he was down with that. He trusted his men, but only a fool would want temptation right the fuck there with them.
Will shrugged. “Gay, bi, lesbian, trans—every colour of the rainbow, and straight, too, if they’re friendly to us. Wouldn’t think there’d be any bigots reading those kinds of papers and applying for jobs. Plus, I think they’d be more likely to understand what we have going on.”
Troy sure felt like he’d paled, though he didn’t know for certain. “I. Uh.” He rubbed his forehead and finished dressing. Once he did so, he realised Will and Carlos were still waiting for him to speak. Troy grimaced and scratched his shorn head. “I hadn’t thought about that,” he said truthfully. “Just figured we’d be together and fuck it all, you know? I didn’t even consider how other people would react.”
Will nodded, but Carlos only grunted, watching Troy closely before speaking. “That gonna be a problem, other people’s opinion of us?”
“You know it’s not,” Troy snapped, feeling peevish and petty because maybe it would be, a little, and he didn’t want it to be an issue. He just needed to find his backbone. Other people’s opinions really
didn’t
matter, he was just being a worry wart. Troy shook himself internally and stood up a little straighter. “It’s not,” he reiterated. “But I think we should hire ugly men with shitty personalities.”
Carlos’ eyes widened and Will laughed like a loon. Troy raised his hands up, palms out in an almost pleading gesture. “What? I’m just suggesting we not be swayed by pretty faces.”
And Carlos, who always seemed to know just when Troy was feeling insecure, pinned him in place with a dark stare. “You know you ain’t gotta worry about neither one of us screwing around. You’re all we want—me, Will, you. That’s it, that’s perfection.”
If Carlos had said it in any other way besides his usual, calm manner, Troy’s doubts might have lingered. But with Carlos so certain, and Will’s heart in his eyes, Troy wondered why he’d ever doubted them in the first place. “Same goes,” he said, a warm, comforting flow of love moving through him. “I’m okay with Will’s idea.”
Carlos didn’t speak right away, instead kissing first Will, then Troy, thoroughly before stepping back. “We’ll talk about it once we get to the ranch and see what’s what there. May be we don’t have any other choice. Montana ain’t the most tolerant place for us folks.”
“Neither is Texas,” Troy pointed out. But they’d had quite a few friends, in the long run. Now they’d have just each other. Troy hoped it would be enough if things got nasty. “I’m not trying to be a jerk. I want this to work.”
“This?” Will asked.
Troy resisted rolling his eyes, barely. “This, as in the ranching thing. I know we’ll work. I just kinda worry.” He tucked his hands into his front pockets and toed at the grass. “You know, like…like that news story about the gay couple whose barn and fields were set on fire? They lost everything except the ranch house. All their cattle and horses, and just ’cuz some dumbfuck bigots got a hateful hair up their ass. That’s the kind of thing I’m worried about.”
Carlos had his deep-thought expression in place, but Will was chattering almost instantly. “Yeah, well, we can put up security cameras and see, if we just hire people who definitely aren’t bigots, they won’t be likely to try to kill us. We don’t have to flaunt anything, but I don’t want us to discriminate against someone who might be more…” Will fluttered his hands in the air. “Stereotypical, I mean, yet still very capable of doing a good job.”
“Let’s not put the horse before the cart,” Carlos finally said, drawing both of their attention. “We’ll discuss this more, but right now I’d really just like to get to the ranch.”