Conrad, Kelly - Rogue Preacher (Siren Publishing Ménage and More ManLove) (5 page)

“Gosh, I’m sorry, Chick.”

“That’s okay. It was a long time ago.”

By the time the sun was setting, Sunset and Chick were locked in each other’s arms once again, their naked bodies writhing among the leaves and debris, hidden in the shadow of a large tree.

Chapter Four

“Sorry, I fell asleep at the lake.”

Vince looked out the window and saw Chick riding up, and then cut his gaze over at Sunset. “Was Chick at the lake?”

“Yeah. He came along right after me.”

“Anything happen?”

Sunset looked over at Vince. “What do you mean?”

“Did he make a pass?”

Sunset wanted to smile at the memory, but said, “Was he supposed to?”

“Two naked cowboys in the lake? You figure it out. I just want to know one thing. Was he good?”

“You should know, he’s been in your bed.”

Vince took a plate, heaped it full of food, and put it down in front of Sunset. “The food’s cold by now, but it’ll still be good.” He grabbed a chair, turned it around, and sat in it backwards. “Hey, it’s been good…you and me, right? I mean…” He hesitated. “…well, I was just thinkin’. Have you ever thought of having two cowboys at one time?”

Sunset looked up at him, remembering what Chick had said. “Two?”

“Hell, yeah,” Vince said, getting excited. “One’s good, but two’s twice as good.”

“You mean, Chick, me, and you?”

Vince nodded, looking at Sunset with a half smile.

Sunset could feel himself getting hard, and he’d had sex with Chick not a half hour ago. What the hell was wrong with him? Instead of being satisfied enough to enjoy a good meal and a night of rest, he was imagining what it would be like to have two cowboys fucking the hell out of him. He cut a seductive gaze up at Vince and said, “I guess you know what my answer is.”

Vince smiled. “I’ll get Chick. Get through here,” he said, indicating toward his dinner, “and then get in bed.”

As Vince got up and went outside, Sunset looked down at his dinner. He slowly began eating, but somehow he had lost his appetite to the butterflies in his stomach. He pushed his dinner plate away, got up, and went to his room. While he was undressing, he thought of his wife, and the yellow silk that lined her coffin.

“Please understand, Jenny,” he whispered desperately. “I can’t help it. I didn’t ask for it. It just happened. Hell, I don’t know when. All I remember is one day I was lookin’ at some cowboy and fantasizin’ about fuckin’ his ass. Who knows, maybe I’m possessed with some demon or something. All I know is nothing satisfies me like another man’s ass.”

Just then he heard the front door slam and footsteps coming toward his room. He quickly crawled into his bed and was lying propped up on his pillows when both Chick and Vince walked in. His hand moved down to his cock as he watched them undress, their bodies golden in the undulating lamplight. A slight squeeze and a series of rubs made him as hard as a brick. The melting warmth he felt as the two men crawled in beside him sent thrills to his center. Vince leaned over Sunset and began licking his nipples, causing them to harden at his touch, while Chick leaned down and caught his cock in his hand and began to lick it.

Sunset moaned, a flood of desire rolling inside him like a stormy sea. Chick began at the sensitive head and worked it until he opened his mouth and began to suck hard. Sunset wanted to shout! His cock had grown so big he knew Chick could hardly wrap his mouth around it. His teeth grazed along the sides, slowly eating it, little by little. Finally, Sunset could feel the contractions of his throat as he swallowed his forbidden juices. The subtle movement of his throat rubbed him, causing his hips to begin a slow thrust. As the feeling intensified, he pushed harder and harder until his cock plunged into his mouth a little further each time.

While he grabbed Chick’s head and pulled him closer, Vince slipped in behind Sunset and began to nibble at his neck and shoulders as he rubbed his cock along his back. Slowly he worked his way down to Sunset’s ass. By this time Sunset was lying sideways, and Vince was playing with his opening, rubbing and teasing it, first giving him a finger fuck, and then working his cock inside, causing Sunset to moan with passion.

While Sunset was sandwiched between them, his lazy, lust-filled eyes opened, and he saw the bed surrounded by fire and instinctively knew that it was the fires of hell. Male whores seemed to be crawling up out of the hole and peering over the bed, watching as the three cowboys fucked each other. Their lascivious smiles and half-open eyes told Sunset that they were fucking themselves while watching.

They’re not here. It’s impossible. It can’t be happening.

And then suddenly Vince’s cock plunged into Sunset’s ass, causing him to cry out in delight. The three of them writhed, fucked, and sucked on each other’s flesh until finally, Sunset spewed out his creamy substance while Chick pulled away and immediately began to crawl up Sunset’s body. Once he covered him, his lips met Sunset’s, their tongues meeting in an impassioned mating. Sunset was in heaven while Chick and Vince fucked him. Slowly the sensations began to mesh, and he knew he was coming to a wild and heavy climax. He moaned loudly. Coming closer and closer, his body bucked and bounced until he finally burst like a lusty fountain. While the warmth continued to melt through him, he held Chick close, kissing his face and neck like an over-amorous lover.

“Was it good for you, Sunset?” Chick whispered, his wet breath playing on Sunset’s face.

“Oh, God, yes,” he answered.

Just then a mighty grunt came from Vince as he spewed into Sunset’s ass.

The three cowboys lay spent for a time, and then got up, crept out, and went to their own beds. Sometime in the night, Sunset woke up. When he couldn’t get back to sleep, he got up and wandered outside. He sat down on the stoop of the porch and looked up into the star-studded sky, thinking how his life had changed in three years.

In his time he’d seen miracles, heard God’s voice, preached thousands of sermons, been tempted many times by the devil—and then his wife was killed by a gang of men in black. That’s when all hell broke loose. He felt like a balloon that God had let go of, releasing the air and causing him to fly off in all different directions.

The dark urges seemed to grow and surfaced slowly. Nothing, not even his wife’s body, gave him the satisfaction he craved like a cowboy’s ass. Now, tonight, he saw the devil’s whores reaching up out of the lake of fire he’d preached against almost every day of his holy life. Was it a warning, or was it proof of what he’d become—a soulless sinner bound for hell?

Just then he looked up and saw Chick walking toward him.

“What’s wrong? Can’t sleep?”

“I was thinking of my wife.”

“Sunset, the faster you get her out of your system, the easier all this will be on you.”

“Look, it wasn’t her fault she couldn’t satisfy me. I loved her, and when you love someone, it ain’t all that damned easy.”

“I’m sure you loved her, but love can hide a multitude of sins…if you want to call it a sin. Did she know about you?”

“No, but she would’ve found out eventually. At least this way she was spared the hurt.”

“You’re right. Now do yourself a favor, and don’t worry about it anymore.”

He was silent for a moment and then looked up at Chick. “You know, it seems like I’ve seen Vince somewhere before. Every time I question him, he seems to get uncomfortable. It’s like he’s holding something back. Can you tell me anything about him?”

“The name Vince Michaels doesn’t mean anything to you?”

“No, but you have to remember that I lived in a different world. My world was my ministry, and that’s pretty much all I thought of, besides my wife, of course.”

“Your wife,” Chick repeated in a whisper.

“What was that?”

“Oh…nothing.”

“Look at me, Chick,” Sunset said.

When Chick turned his face toward Sunset, he saw something mysterious in his eyes. They seemed to hold a darkness that lived deep in his soul. “There’s something you’re not telling me. What is it?”

“If there is, it’s not my place to tell you.”

Sunset’s eyes naturally fell to his full, seductive lips, and remembered how they felt on his. But now that young, handsome face was full of shadows. Somehow he knew both Chick and Vince had a secret they weren’t telling. “What is it, Chick? What are you holding inside you?”

“I can’t, Sunset,” he said, and tried to change the subject. “It seems we share a common heritage, me, you, and Vince.”

“What do you mean?”

“The outlaw and the gunslinger.”

“You mean me? Look, Chick, we gotta get one thing straight. I ain’t no gunslinger. Sure, I have a fast draw, but I don’t go around killing people for profit.”

“Sunset, a man ain’t a gunslinger because
he
calls himself one. He’s a gunslinger because
they
call him one.”

“They?”

“Yeah. Them out there,” he said, indicating to the rest of the world. “You might deny it every day of your life, but if they say you’re one, baby, you might as well accept that fact and get on with your life.”

“Hell, Chick, a man can’t be a preacher one day and a gunslinger the next. Now, I don’t give a prairie dog’s ass what
they
say. I ain’t one!”

“Sunset, I don’t care how much you deny it. You’re one of us now. Sure, you’ve come a long way since your preachin’ days, but that’s all over. Now you’re livin’ in a different world. It’s called the world of the outlaw. We all live there, and we’re all after the same thing…a quick buck.”

“We?”

“Sure. Rustlers, cattle thieves, bank robbers, anyone who makes money at the point of a gun—these people are outlaws. Outlaws have to thrive in lawless territories. They find easy prey in poorly policed prairies, and can hide from the law easily for weeks or even months in remote canyons and hideaways like this one.”

Sunset felt a chill. “You and Vince…you’re outlaws?”

“Vince is the outlaw. I’m just along for the ride. I can’t believe you ain’t figured it out yet.”

“Are you tellin’ me the truth?”

“Why the hell would I lie?”

Sunset jumped up, and with a frightened look on his face, he ran toward the well. “Oh, my God,” he said, leaning over it and looking down into the black water that resembled his soul.

“Hey,” Chick said, getting up and following Sunset. “It’s nothing to get excited about. Vince’ll talk to you about it when he thinks you’re ready.”

Sunset turned and looked at him as if he were on fire. “You’re both hiding something. I can tell.” He grabbed Chick. “I want to know. I want to know who the hell I’ve got myself mixed up with.”

“Hey,” Chick said, gingerly removing his hands from his shirt. “It’s Vince’s place to tell you, not mine. If he hasn’t told you yet it’s because he has to be sure you’re one of us. If he decides not to, he’ll tell you to ride on. If he does, then it’ll be because he trusts you.” Chick’s dark eyes glittered like broken shards of glass when he added, “And that’s a trust you sure as hell don’t want to break.”

Sunset looked closely at Chick, trying to see past his glittering black eyes. He hadn’t noticed it before, but they looked a little shrewd, cunning—even deceitful. From the first, Vince had looked familiar to him, and now Chick seemed familiar, as well. Was it because they were notorious? Had he seen wanted posters with their images on them—their names?

“I guess I’ve given you a lot to think about. I’ll let you hash it around for a while, but don’t lose any sleep over it. We’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

Sunset watched him leave, wondering what the “big day” was that he was talking about.

The rest of the night was spent trying to figure out where he knew them from, and all he could see were five men in black. Faces with kerchiefs, eyes dark—no. One had luminous blue eyes, and his gun glittered in the sun as he raised it and began shooting. He was a devil in black—a gunslinger that pointed his gun right at him—but he shot in another direction. By the time it was all over, he turned around and saw his dead wife’s body lying in her own blood. Had the snake with the blue eyes shot her? He had been standing there wide open. Any one of them could have shot him. Why didn’t they? He looked around. Everyone was dead except him. It had been a senseless killing. Why had God let this happen? This question had been bothering him ever since the day at the gravesite where he buried not only his wife, but his faith.

Those eyes had haunted his dreams ever since. The blast, the smoke from the guns, his wife crumpling helplessly to the ground, her blood gushing from her body. He remembered running to his wife’s side. When he discovered she was beyond help, he looked up at the gunslinger, and saw him pull his kerchief down before he rode away. With the horses kicking up dust all around, he had gotten only a mere glimpse of his face—and the spider tattoo on his neck!

Sunset gasped.
Oh, my God, it was Vince!

Chapter Five

The next morning when Vince got up, he opened his door and saw Sunset sitting in a chair gazing hard at his door. His head was slightly lowered, his eyes licked fire, and the gun he held in his hand was pointing at him.