Conrad, Kelly - Rogue Preacher (Siren Publishing Ménage and More ManLove) (11 page)

“So that’s it,” Sunset said as he jumped up from the bed. “Keep the sideshow freak happy, and there won’t be any problems. Right?”

“Sunset, we got a good thing goin’ here, and I’ve seen the way them people look at you out there, especially the men. They think you’re a god, damn it. All we need is to have some lovesick cowboy make a play for you.”

“Yeah? And what if he did? You think I don’t know how to say no?”

“Well, if he’s good lookin’…”

“Hell, Vince, we’re arguin’ over something that ain’t even happened yet, and probably won’t. And even if it did, this kind of thing happens all the time. It don’t mean a thing.”

Vince turned to Chick. “Chick, tell him. You’ve seen it, haven’t you?”

“Well, yeah, I guess. I agree with Sunset, though. I think it’s nothing but…I don’t know. Preacher-worship?” He looked over at Vince. “Sounds to me like you’re comin’ down with it.”

“Me?” Vince laughed.

“Yeah, you. You’ve had it ever since you first heard him preach. You say you’re in love with him, but I think all it is, is preacher-worship.”

“You’re nuts.”

“Well, I’m tired of this,” Sunset said, and after putting on his guns and boots, he turned and stomped out. “I’m goin’ to get a drink.”

“Sunset, you can’t go into town.”

“Why not?”

“You can’t have people seeing you take a drink.” Vince quickly threw on his clothes and then reached down and pulled on his boots. “Nobody knows me. I’ll go and get you a bottle.”

“Hell,” Sunset said as he threw his shirt down and sat back down on the bed. “I wasn’t this careful before. I don’t know why I have to be now.”

As Vince ran out, he said, “I’ll be back later.”

For the first time since he’d met Sunset, Chick felt timid in his presence. After spending a few seconds trying to build up his courage, he broke the awkward silence and said, “So, what is it, Sunset? You don’t like me because I’m not as good lookin’ as Vince?”

Sunset looked up at him. “Who said I didn’t like you?” He smiled. “Don’t you remember the lake in Rogue’s Canyon?”

“You’ve come a long way since then,” Chick said as he ambled over toward the bed and sat down. As he reached over and put his hand on Sunset’s thigh, he said, “I can see what Vince means.”

“What are you talkin’ about?”

“Do you remember Windy Hollow? It was our first stop, and the first time I ever heard you preach. It was really something the way those people took to you. I couldn’t believe it. I hate to say it, but Vince’s got a good point, you know. I mean about other guys. Didn’t you ever have anyone fall in love with you when you preached before?”

“Sure, I had my share of admirers. Where do you think I got my lovers? When I saw the way they looked at me, all it took was a wink and a smile and they did exactly what I wanted them to.” Sunset gazed down sadly. “So, you see, my sin isn’t only in the act itself, it’s also everything that went with it.”

“Everything that went with it? What do you mean.”

“You know. The seduction, and even the act itself. Hell, stealing from the collection plate was bad enough.”

“Why did you think you had to pay them off? Hell, they liked you. They would’ve done it anyway.”

“Well, it was more to keep them quiet than anything else. All I needed is for one word to leak out, and my ministry was over.”

“You were hungry. Too hungry to think about what you were doing.”

“It’s funny what your body can make you do.”

Chick looked at Sunset with a certain gleam in his eyes. “That’s all over now,” he whispered. “Sunset, I’d like to make you happy, too. Vince isn’t the only one who can do that. Besides, in the time I’ve seen you preach, I know how easy it is to fall in love with you. Seeing you up there, so handsome and…”

“Chick, you’re not in love with me. You mentioned it before. It’s only…what did you call it? Preacher-worship?” He chuckled. “For want of a better word to describe it, I guess we’ll have to call it that.”

“Hell, Sunset, I don’t care what it is. All I know is it’s come upon me slowly. Even before you began preaching. I love you, damn it, and I really would like to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much.” Chick leaned closer to him and touched Sunset’s lips with his own. “I want to fuck you, Sunset,” he whispered, and began to undress. When he was naked, he mounted Sunset and pressed their cocks together in a loving and caressing fashion. Their passion rose slowly while Chick whispered in Sunset’s ear. “Are you hungry?”

“Hungry?” Sunset asked.

“Hungry for my cock. You ain’t never eaten me, Sunset. God, I’d love to bury my cock in your mouth.” He looked down at his mouth. “It’s your lips. They’re so full. I love to lick them, feel their plumpness in my mouth, and I’d love to feel them on my cock. God, I’m gettin’ hard just lookin’ at ’em.”

With a wicked smile on his face, Sunset turned Chick over and began to love him all over with his tongue, his teeth nibbling him and his lips sucking him.

Chick lay back and closed his eyes, floating through an erotic hell as Sunset kissed his way down his body. When he finally reached his cock, Sunset’s mouth opened wide, and he took the delicious cock into his mouth and lovingly sucked it.

“Ohhhhh!” Chick moaned. “Oh, God, Sunset. Eat the damned thing.”

Chick’s cock throbbed and twitched as Sunset began his shameless tasting, teasing, and biting, while his tongue rubbed, pressed, and licked it like an erotic lollipop. When Chick couldn’t stand it anymore, he buried his fingers in Sunset’s thick hair and held it steady while he thrust his cock in and out, working toward the wild sensations that before had only flirted with him. Now as they moved toward an intensity that promised a hot and wild orgasm, his hips moved in abandon. His inhibitions fled as he feverishly thrust in and out of Sunset’s mouth. And then finally, with a scowling face and a melting warmth, they embraced him, causing him to moan and sigh, and his wild and terrible thrusting to at last rest.

He lay back, feeling like a limp dishrag as Sunset moved upward, watching him. While Chick lay still, Sunset lay beside him, his own cock still hungry. With a nudge, he pushed Chick on his stomach, lifted his ass, and began to caress it, and then leaned down to suck it with his mouth. He wanted it so bad, so after sinking one, two, and then three fingers into his hole to stretch him out, he took his cock, rubbed the head against it, and then with a single thrust pushed himself in. His breathing was rapid, hard, and whimpers escaped his throat as he felt himself rising upward toward that special place. While he pushed in and out, he reached around Chick and lovingly caressed his cock and his balls. He could feel them getting hard, and knew Chick still had a good fuck left in him, so he worked his cock hard as he continued to fuck his ass. He was in heaven when he heard a deep moan escape Chick’s mouth, and then felt his stiff cock rub against his hand. He began to get wild with his thrusts into his ass, and as he continued to handle Chick’s cock, his breathing became ragged and hot, as his passion mounted. With a slack jaw, he continued to work over Chick’s ass, going as fast as he could, and then suddenly he felt a sticky substance spewing into his hand. Just as Chick had come, he also felt himself on the brink as one sensation after another broke upon him. And then it happened. His face grimaced as he burst into the red-hot hell of wicked pleasure.

As they lay together on the bed, Vince came into the room. The satisfied looks on their faces told him what they had been doing. “Is this why you got rid of me? You wanted to fuck each other?”

Chick gave Vince a shrewd gaze, and said, “Yeah. How does it feel?”

Vince gave Chick a killer look as he threw the bottle down on the bed. “From now on you get the whiskey.”

“Nobody asked you to go get that bottle of whiskey,” Sunset said. “You volunteered, remember?”

“Well, I ain’t gonna get it,” Chick said. “I’m through bein’ the errand boy around here.”

“Well, how do you like that? The puppet thinks he’s a boy.”

Chick jumped up off the bed and would have plowed into Vince if Sunset hadn’t stopped him.

“Now, look, you two. If you’re gonna fight all the time, then this ain’t gonna work. Both of you knew when we started out that life on the road ain’t easy. Hell, we’ve only been to three towns and already you two are at each other’s throats. If you can’t settle your differences, I’ll have to send one of you home.”

“Send one of us home?” Vince yelled. “You’re talkin’ like you’re the boss of this outfit. This is my gang, not yours. Hell, only a few weeks ago you were actin’ like a scared virgin. And now you think you’re takin’ over?”

“You little weasel,” Sunset shouted. “We’re playin’ in my backyard now. If you doubt it, just ask yourself, Vince. Who draws the crowd? Whose name is it out there on that banner? Who is it that brings the money in here that lines your pockets? We both know the answer to that, so I’d advise you to get the hell out of the way and let the real boss through!”

“Well, I’ll be damned. I would’ve never thought it’d happen.”

“That’s your problem, Vince. You don’t think.”

“C’mon, Chick, let’s get out of here and see how the preacher does on his own.” Vince turned quickly, but Chick didn’t follow. Vince suddenly stopped and looked back at him.

“One of us needs to stay, Vince.”

“If you’re a member of my gang, Chick, your place is with me.” He looked over at Sunset. “He’ll come runnin’, just like he did when he had us arrested.”

Sunset went over to the safe and opened it up. As he stood there, he counted out the money and then handed each one of them their cut. “Sorry it had to end like this. Goodbye,” he said, and left the room.

Vince looked at the way the tarp swung back and forth after Sunset had gone through it, and began to get suspicious. Had Sunset met someone else? Why was he so damned hot to end this relationship if he didn’t have someone else in the wings? He suddenly thought of the good-looking man Sunset was talking to the other night. Expensive suit, a card shark’s eyes, and a fancy cowboy’s gun belt hanging around his hips. Not a speck of dirt on him. Maybe Sunset was tired of sweat and dirt. Maybe he wanted a little sweet toilet water with his sex.

Chapter Eleven

Russ Maddox worked by the light of one lamp as he took his book full of notes and put together the sizzling exposé of Sunset Carson. He knew without a doubt that what he’d written would ruin Sunset. Three men—three outlaws—lived on poor people’s money while living in sin together. And that wasn’t even the end of the story. The twist was the men Sunset lived and slept with were the men who shot and killed his wife. My God, could there be anything worse?

He recalled the night he talked to Sunset and couldn’t believe he didn’t even know how famous he was. His was a name that was known all over. Synonymous with religion, miracles, salvation. Hell, when the people thought of God, it was Sunset’s face that came to their minds.

He had lied to Sunset. He was really writing this story because a group of men called the Full Gospel Association wanted Sunset Carson out of the pulpit. Knowing his reputation of writing sensationalism, they hired him to dig up as much dirt on Sunset as possible so they could use it against him.

In his mind’s eye he looked back about a week ago and saw a man with thick, white-gray hair, a mustache, slim, and richly dressed, pacing in a long room while puffing on a cigar with smoke circling his head.

His name was Hyde Pendergrass, and he was the head of the Full Gospel Association. He had called a meeting, and Russ sat there with several others watching him pace while he waved his cigar in the air, and spoke with a rasp. “He lost his faith years ago, and now he’s running around as an Independent!”

“So?” Russ said. “Maybe he found it again.”

“It’s not only that,” Hyde persisted. “He’s gone completely off the deep end preaching his own gospel. The bad part is the people eat it up. When we try to send anybody else out to them, the people don’t even acknowledge them. They want Sunset. It’s absurd!” He looked around at the others. “Can you imagine? The Gospel According to Sunset Carson? Hrumphf!”

“This ain’t gonna be easy,” Russ said. “I’ve been to some of his services, and I’m here to tell you, Sunset Carson is as hot as a pistol.”

“I don’t care how
hot
he is. He’s dangerous. He’s a rogue preacher who has pulled away from the Association to preach his own gospel. Everybody knows his wife died, and he uses that to play on the sympathy of the people. Do you have any idea how much money Sunset makes when he passes the collection plate?”

“No,” Russ said. “Do you?”

“Plenty,” Hyde said and then looked around at the question in everyone’s eyes. “I have my ways,” he said and sniffed.

“Mr. Pendergrass, I’ve been to some of Sunset’s revivals, and for my money, he’s the real thing. I doubt if I’ll find anything.”

“You’re a writer, aren’t you? You’ve got an imagination.”

“You mean…lie?”

“It’s not wrong. It’s for the sake of the people. He’s a false prophet, Mr. Maddox! You stop a false prophet any way you can.”

“In other words, even if he is honest, I have to think up something that’ll make him dirty.” Russ frowned. “That’s doesn’t make sense, Mr. Pendergrass. If he’s honest, why not let him continue to preach? Isn’t he doing God’s work? You know…saving souls, performing miracles—?”