“Every minute gets me closer to throwing all their shit in their faces and heading back home,” he muttered as he followed Duncan to his truck.

  “Then why don’t you? Why are you here anyway?” Duncan opened the passenger side door and tossed his bag into the backseat.

  Ducking his head, Kyle shrugged and climbed into the truck. He wasn’t about to admit he was hoping to start something with Duncan. For all he knew, Duncan was just looking for a way to pass the time during the events. That when push came to shove, Duncan wouldn’t want a relationship any more serious than “friends with benefits.” Of course, Kyle’s cock thought that was a great idea. His heart, on the other hand, wasn’t so sure about being able to withstand the disappointment if that’s all it ended up being. The door shut behind him and he waited until Duncan slid in behind the wheel before answering the man’s questions.

  “Habit, I guess. I’ve gotten used to toting their shit from the hotel to the arena and back. Besides, I barely finished high school. What can I do back home except take care of the cattle? Momma has people to help her with the important stuff.” He stared out the window as Duncan pulled out of the parking lot, not really seeing anyone or thing on the way to the hotel.

  “Taking care of the cattle is important. Hell, you wouldn’t have a ranch without the herd.” Duncan reached out and clasped Kyle’s hand. “There’s stuff out there for you to do. You just have to think about it for a while.”

  Kyle stared down at their entwined hands and bit his lip, wincing at the pain from it. “Why?”

  “Why what?” Duncan gave him a confused look.

  “Why me?” Kyle met Duncan’s gaze. “I’m not the best looking guy on the circuit. I know you could find someone better than me. Plus I’ve got a ton of baggage hanging around my shoulders. Being with me could be dangerous to your health as well.”

  Duncan shook his head. “You just don’t get it, do you?”

  “I guess not.”

  They pulled into the hotel parking lot, and Duncan parked the truck away from any lights. He turned it off before pulling Kyle across the seat and kissing him. Kyle gasped in surprise, which allowed Duncan to swipe his tongue in.

  Whimpering, Kyle fisted one hand in Duncan’s shirt and braced the other hand on the dash, trying to keep the center console from digging into his ribs. The kiss lasted until both men needed to breathe again. They broke apart, staring at each other while trying to pull oxygen into their burning lungs.

  “You are the hottest thing on two legs I’ve seen in a long time,” Duncan whispered, trailing a finger over the slope of Kyle’s nose. “I thought that from the first moment I saw you. You don’t know how long I’ve been trying to figure out how to meet you. When one of the bull wranglers told me you’d come to help with the bulls and that Tex seemed to like you, I knew it was my opening.”

  Kyle shook his head, still not understanding why anyone like Duncan would be interested in him.

  “Don’t question it. Just accept it…and you better get those bags to your room. I’ll wait out here, so no one sees us entering the lobby together.”

  Kyle climbed out of the truck and yanked his two equipment bags out of the back. He resented the fact he couldn’t be seen with Duncan, not because anyone would think they were fucking, but because his father would get angry and take his rage out on either Kyle or Duncan.

  “Congratulations on winning the event,” he mumbled.

  “Thanks.” Duncan reached out and touched his hand lightly. “You know my room number. I’ll be there all night.”

  Nodding his head, he headed toward the lobby. He doubted he would have the courage to make his way to Duncan’s room. Waiting for an empty elevator took longer than he thought it would and Duncan rode up to their floor with him. They exchanged nods, but that was it. Some other riders joined them, congratulating Duncan on his ride earlier in the night. Kyle pushed his way through the crowd to make his way to the room he shared with Rusty and his father.

  Without paying attention, he slid the card into the lock and pushed the door open when the light turned green. He shoved the bags in front of him and slammed the door shut.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?”

  Kyle looked up and his jaw dropped. Well, no wonder Rusty had taken the truck. The bastard had picked up a girl and brought her back to the room. The woman huddled in the middle of Rusty’s bed, sheet pulled up to her ample chest and cheeks red with surprise. Rusty glared at Kyle from the bed as well, naked and obviously furious at his interruption.

  “I happen to be staying in this room as well. I had to drag your shit back from the arena.” Kyle waved a hand at the bags.

  “Get out,” Rusty ordered.

  “Seriously? Where the fuck am I suppose to sleep tonight? Since I bet you plan on keeping her here.” He nodded toward the woman. “Sorry for getting you in the middle of all this.”

  She nodded slowly, seeming to understand what he meant.

  “I don’t care where you sleep. Dad won’t be back until eight when we’re ready to check out. Go sleep in the lobby. Just leave.” Rusty turned his back on Kyle.

  Could it be as simple as that? Kyle grabbed his duffle bag and stuff from the bathroom. He left his key on the dresser. “I’ll meet you down in the lobby tomorrow at eight. Don’t expect me to cart your shit downstairs when you’re ready to leave.”

  He strolled out, bag slung over his shoulder, and a smile threatening to break on his face. Standing in front of Duncan’s room, he took a deep breath and knocked, knowing when he stepped into that room, his life would change. Hopefully, it would be for the better, but if it got worse, he’d deal with it.

  “Hey.” Duncan opened the door and eyed the bag Kyle held. “You get kicked out?”

  “Yeah, seems Rusty plans on doing some entertaining all night and I don’t have a place to crash.” His heart pounded. “I was wondering if you might know a spot I can sleep tonight.”

  Several chuckles rose from behind Duncan, and Kyle stiffened. Duncan grabbed Kyle’s arm and yanked him into the room. Two other guys sat on the second bed, leaning against each other.

  “I got room.” Duncan gestured to the guys. “This is Abe and Mason, friends of mine. You don’t have to worry about them. They like your dad about as much as I do.”

  Kyle shook their hands. “I’ve seen you both around. You’re pretty good with the bulls, Mason. Abe, your family’s bulls are some of the best, but I have to admit, I don’t like the way your dad treats them.”

  Abe grimaced. “Neither do I. All I can do is run interference for them.”

  “Drop your stuff over there. We were about to head out to grab something to eat. Want to join us?” Duncan rested his hand at the small of Kyle’s back.

  For once, Kyle didn’t tense. Something in the way Abe and Mason sat so close to each other told Kyle that they weren’t going to beat their asses for being gay.

  “Sure. More than likely, we’re not going anywhere Father will be.” He looked down at his shirt. “Just let me change my shirt and boots before we go.”

  After grabbing a clean shirt and his nice boots, he went into the bathroom and leaned against the closed door. He risked a lot by going out in public with the other men. Of course, being in a group of people should make his father a little less likely to take his anger out on him if he saw him with Duncan. His dad didn’t really think much of Abe or Mason, but he didn’t hate them like he did Duncan.

  Chapter Five

  “Nice kid,” Mason commented softly after Kyle disappeared into the bathroom.

  Duncan shoved his hand through his hair and grunted. “I think so. Clayton MacDonald’s a drunken bastard who has abused his sons for a long time, but it looks like Kyle might be starting to break free.”

  “Will you stick by him if he does?” Abe held up a hand to halt Duncan’s automatic response. “I know you’re not a complete asshole, but it won’t be easy. His father is a possessive bastard who believes his sons belong to him. He won’t give up Kyle without a fight.”

  “I’ll do whatever I have to do to get him free of that man,” Duncan vowed.

  “Even if it means that after he’s free, he leaves you?” Mason shrugged. “I’ve seen it happen before.”

  “Even then. No one deserves to be treated like a slave or a second-rate citizen.”

  The bathroom door opened, and he turned to see Kyle standing there, wearing a dark red button down shirt over a white T-shirt and tight faded jeans. Of course, his friends wouldn’t blame him for fighting with every weapon in his arsenal to keep Kyle in his bed and his life.

  “Ready?”

  Everyone nodded and they headed out, taking Duncan’s truck to a moderately expensive steakhouse. Duncan told them all it was his treat since he got a check that night. No one argued and they spent an enjoyable evening.

  Kyle and Abe seemed to hit it off, making Duncan happy. Kyle needed more friends, especially if he chose to stay on the circuit and not head back to his family’s ranch. He was also happy to see that Mason and Abe were growing closer as well. He didn’t know Mason very well—the man just joined the tour at the beginning of the season—but he was fast becoming a good friend.

  After a quick check of his watch, he signaled to the waiter. “We should probably get back to the hotel. I know you two want to be leaving early in the morning.”

  Mason nodded. “We’ll be doing the next event before we go home for good.”

  “You’re both quitting the tour?” Kyle sounded surprised.

  Abe shot Mason a glance, and the older man nodded.

  “My family has one more event to provide bulls for. Once that’s over, I’m loading the bulls and we’re traveling to Texas and the ranch. After that, some shit’s going to come out and my dad isn’t going to be happy about it.”

  “What about you?” Duncan met Mason’s gaze.

  “At the moment, I go with Abe.” He grinned and touched Abe’s arm. “After things get worked out, maybe Abe will be moving to Ohio where I live.”

  Duncan paid the check, and they strolled out of the restaurant. Kyle walked with him over to his side of the truck. When he held open the door and Kyle climbed in the back seat, he couldn’t resist running his hand over the curve of Kyle’s ass and patting one firm cheek. Kyle tensed slightly, but after a second, pushed back into Duncan’s hand.

  The conversation stayed causal as they made their way through the hotel lobby and rode up in the elevator together. He waved good-bye to Mason and Abe as they headed in the opposite direction from them down the hall.

  He waited until they got into his room before he reached for Kyle and crushed the younger man up against his chest. “Please tell me your bruises aren’t hurting you too badly tonight,” he whispered into Kyle’s ear.

  Kyle wrapped his arms around Duncan’s shoulders and ground their erections together. “Is your back hurting you?”

  “No.”

  “Good.” Kyle practically jumped into his arms.

  Duncan slid his hands down to cradle Kyle’s ass as he entwined his legs around Duncan’s waist, and they stumbled their way over to one of the beds. The air rushed out of his lungs as they crashed on the mattress, Kyle landing on top of him with a laugh.

  “Oops.” Kyle pushed up slightly to look at him. “Are you okay?”

  “I’m better than fine.”

  He shoved his hands through Kyle’s auburn curls and drew his mouth down, licking along the seam of his lips, begging for entrance. With a moan, Kyle opened to him, allowing Duncan to take his mouth the way he wanted. Their tongues dueled and stroked while their bodies strained toward each other, needing hot skin-to-skin action.

  Easing away, Duncan tapped Kyle on the shoulder. “I think we need to get undressed because if we get farther along, I’m not going to want to stop.”

  Kyle nodded and climbed off him. Kyle’s clothes flew around the room as the kid stripped faster than anyone Duncan had ever seen before. Duncan took his time, enjoying the sight of all that tanned skin.

  “Get up on the bed,” he ordered, heading to the bathroom where he’d set his shaving case. He dug through his kit to find the lube and some condoms. Thank God, he always carried some because he didn’t want to run to the store right now.

  Deep inside, he had a secret fear Kyle would come to his senses and decide Duncan was too old or having any type of relationship with him might be too difficult, considering how MacDonald would react if the man ever found out.

  “Get a hold of yourself,” he muttered as he grabbed the slick and a couple foil packets. “It’s not like you’re pledging your love forever. The kid might just want to have a little fun for a night or two.”

  “Duncan,” Kyle called from the other room.

  “Be right there.” He braced his hands on the counter and looked at himself in the mirror.

  He’d spent most of the season so far watching and studying Kyle MacDonald every chance he had. The young man was quiet and polite, never talking back or causing trouble. Duncan had decided he wanted to meet Kyle and, like he’d told him, having Kyle hang out with the bulls was the best thing to happen for Duncan. It gave him a chance to talk to the kid and try to establish something.

  “If you don’t get out here, I’ll take care of myself.”

  “I’m coming,” he yelled back, grinning at his reflection. “Take what he’ll give you and be happy. Maybe you can convince him to stay with you longer. Now quit acting like a nervous virgin.”

  He snatched up his stuff and left the bathroom, only to freeze at the sight of Kyle sprawled across the bed, feet planted on the mattress and fingers buried in his ass.

  “Holy shit.”

  Kyle lifted his head from the pillow and winked. “I wasn’t sure how much longer you were going to be. Thought I’d get a head start.”

  “Good boy.”

  His clothes joined Kyle’s and he tore open the foil packet. Duncan squeezed some slick on the palm of his hand and closed the top before he tossed it at Kyle, who caught it.

  “You know what to do with that, right?” He smirked when Kyle flipped him the finger.

  “Yeah. I think I know how to use it.” Kyle got his own fingers coated and pushed them back into his ass.

  Using one hand, Duncan got the rubber on and covered with lube before he climbed onto the mattress and crawled up between Kyle’s thighs. Kneeling, he positioned the flared head of his cock at Kyle’s opening and eased the other man’s fingers out.

  “Relax and breathe,” he murmured as he pushed in, not stopping until he buried himself deep into Kyle.

  Kyle arched and his inner muscles clamped down on Duncan’s shaft like a vise. Their grunts echoed through the room. Duncan froze, not wanting to move until Kyle got used to being filled like that.

  Wide-eyed, Kyle stared at him, teeth biting into his bottom lip. Duncan stroked his hands over Kyle’s chest and stomach, doing his damnedest to soothe the younger man.

  “Breathe, honey. Try to relax. Does it hurt?” He leaned down to brush a kiss over Kyle’s lips and ended up slipping farther in.

  “Oh, wow.”

  The surprise shining in Kyle’s eyes brought a smile to Duncan’s face.

  “Not quite what you imagined, is it?”

  Kyle shook his head. “Not even close, but it’s getting better. The burn is disappearing.”

  “Just let me know when I can move because I guarantee it’ll blow your mind.”

  “Do it.”

  He grinned as Kyle rocked slightly, encouraging him to move. Tightening his grip on Kyle’s hips, he pulled out until just the head of his cock remained inside the stretched ring of muscles. He calmed his natural urge to slam their bodies together. He wanted to ride Kyle until the man screamed his name. Until his own climax exploded and filled the condom he wore.

  A fist landed on his shoulder, and he refocused to see Kyle frowning at him.

  “Fuck me, Duncan. Don’t think about it. It’s not a matter of national security, but I can tell you right now, it’s a matter of life and death.”

  “Okay.”

  Thrusting in, he almost drove Kyle’s head into the headboard. His lust wouldn’t let his brain work enough to apologize. Kyle braced both hands against the headboard and shoved back, meeting each of Duncan’s strokes with his own.

  They came together like two boxers, hard and fast, with the solidness of skin hitting skin. He drove moans from Kyle as his lover absorbed each slide in. Sweat ran down his chin to soak his chest hair or drip to Kyle’s flushed stomach. He shifted his angle just enough to rub his own stomach over Kyle’s hard-on while nailing Kyle’s gland with each advance and retreat.

  Kyle threw his head back and cried out. “Harder. I need to feel you tomorrow.”

  “Oh, you’ll feel me. The night’s not anywhere near over,” Duncan promised as he continued to ream Kyle’s ass.

  “Duncan,” Kyle shouted and hot liquid squirted between them, easing the friction of their skin.

  “That’s right, baby. Call my name. I want you to come on my cock. Milk me dry,” he mumbled as he continued to grind their pelvises together.

  The tremors running through Kyle’s body dragged Duncan’s climax from him. He yelled as he flooded the rubber and grasped Kyle’s hips so hard the man would have bruises for a week.

  When all the strength left his body, Duncan collapsed on top of Kyle. Regaining cognitive thought, he started to roll to his left, ensuring Kyle could breathe again. Kyle encircled Duncan’s shoulders and shook his head.

  “I like you on top of me like this,” Kyle admitted.

  “I have to take care of the condom, but I’ll be right back.”

  He held the base of the rubber as he pulled out and climbed out of bed to head to the bathroom. After getting rid of the latex, Duncan washed up and soaked a cloth for Kyle. He returned to see Kyle spread eagle on the bed. Cum streaked Kyle’s stomach and Duncan’s five o’clock shadow had left burns on Kyle’s cheeks. Complete debauchery—that’s how Kyle looked among the rumpled sheets and wrinkled blankets.

 

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