Conrad, Kelly - Rogue Preacher (Siren Publishing Ménage and More ManLove) (10 page)

For the first time, he wondered how many other cowboys out there might be attracted to this dynamic man who held them all in the palm of his hand. Like a silly woman who wanted to hang on to her unfaithful man, Vince decided he would have to keep him satisfied with sex. He never wanted him to have an excuse to go anywhere else for what he needed, so he would have to make himself available to him every night.

* * * *

Sunset needed the sex he shared with Vince, but as good as it was, it made him feel like two people. One part of him a sinner, the other a saint.

The sinner couldn’t say no. When he felt his body burning with need, he surrendered to Vince’s seduction. It might only be a licking tongue, a suck, a nibble on his nipples, or even a kiss or a nuzzle on his neck and shoulders, but it didn’t matter. Tonight, when he felt Vince lightly scratching the inside of his leg, all the way up to his thighs, he closed his eyes and waited until he reached his balls. It made him crazy. He writhed, his body urging itself upward for more, his cock growing large and hard with desire.

And then suddenly Chick was beside him nibbling his ear, his wet breath almost singeing his skin. Slowly, he made his way along his face until he found his lips, where he gave him a deep, soul kiss. His tongue moved around, expertly alternating the rhythm of the kiss. It was such a beautiful thing, Sunset felt like he was in heaven. He inhaled Chick’s scent, his rugged, manly elixir setting him on fire. During the kiss, Sunset’s passion rose, and he clung to Chick, taking his bottom lip in his mouth and sucking it, his tongue rubbing it seductively. The two of them moaned, their hot, humid breath mingling intimately. Slowly, Chick lowered himself and began to explore Sunset’s body like a newfound treasure. He grazed it with his open mouth, sucking and licking passionately while Sunset’s cock became harder and harder, anticipating a hot, sucking mouth. Now, as Chick leaned in and licked his balls, Sunset felt his lips move slowly toward his cock. Finally, with his mouth as wide open as he could get it, he began to eat the head of his cock, his sucking tongue rubbing, caressing, the deep, dark erotic movement giving Sunset shivers of delight.

Sunset had never felt anything like it. His emotions reeled. The more Chick gave him, the more he wanted, until at last he felt his cock flirting with an orgasm. In his passion, he reached down and grabbed Chick’s head, and thrust himself into his mouth as deep as he could get it, while Chick worked feverishly to bring him to the brink. Finally, the lusty tide broke upon him, causing him to spew into Chick’s mouth with a sigh and a moan.

While Sunset lay limp in the afterglow of his orgasm, Vince crawled up Sunset’s muscled body, took him in his arms, and whispered his love into his ear. While he held him, he inched his hands behind Sunset’s ass and squeezed, and then began to rub his cock against Sunset’s. Sunset writhed, naturally lifting his legs around Vince when he felt Vince push his fingers into his hole and stretch. When he was finally ready, Vince plunged himself in and began to ride him while Sunset rode with him, moaning out his delight. While Vince rode him, Chick crept up behind Vince and began fucking his hole, and the three of them rode the last mile into hell.

The next night the saint was back out on the platform shouting, singing, and preaching the gospel once again, his sins still hidden from everyone—but God.

Chapter Nine

While holding his notebook and pen securely in his hand, Russ Maddox strolled into the tent. He looked round for a seat, but when he couldn’t find one, he joined the dozens of people who stood in the back. Only a few minutes had passed when a long-legged man that looked more like a gunslinger than a preacher appeared with a shout. By now he was used to Sunset’s unorthodox entrances, but it never failed to put a smile on his face and rob him of his breath. He began to write hurriedly, but could hardly describe what he saw. Making one note after another on his pad, he watched as the preacher boldly walked across the platform, gesturing wildly, leaning toward them and looking into their eyes as if he were talking to each and every one.

He made it personal, and the people were eating it up. He, along with the people there, hung on Sunset’s every word while he preached a rousing sermon. He watched as he strutted across the platform, sometimes talking to God, and even talking to the Devil. Maddox was convinced that he knew how to get the people excited. As he preached, his sermon would reach one crescendo, and then quickly begin building toward another while the people shouted out their
amens
and
hallelujahs
, many standing to their feet, the power of God everywhere.

The preacher was just about to call the people forward to be saved when a young cowboy stepped out of the crowd. Standing tall, his presence was daunting. With his hand hovered over his gun, he shouted out with a strong voice. “Can you shoot that gun, preacher, or is it just for show?”

The preacher’s words faded. When he saw the threat standing alone in the aisle, he stood tall with his legs wide apart and his frock coat back, revealing both guns on each side. Looking about seven feet tall, he glared down at the boy, anxious to meet him head-on. “You don’t want to find out, boy.”

“Boy? I ain’t no boy. I’m a man as big as you are.”

The preacher said only two words. “Prove it.”

The whole congregation watched the boy as he stood there, his frightened gaze shifting from one to the other.

“C’mon, boy, draw,” the preacher challenged. “Show me how much of a
man
you are.”

The people began to shuffle backward, giving the preacher and the foolish young boy room.

Maddox could see the boy’s hand trembling as it hovered over his gun. He knew the boy hadn’t expected him to call a showdown. He expected a soft, patient voice trying to talk him out of drawing, maybe even a terrified preacher spouting Bible verses and salvation. Instead, he faced a black-clad giant with a gun resting on each hip. A gun-slinging preacher who wasn’t afraid of anything—not even the devil. So he sure as hell wasn’t afraid of this boy.

And then suddenly the boy’s hand moved. He was going for his gun! But before he could even touch it, the preacher already had his out and was pointing at him.

“Bang!” the preacher said sarcastically while the crowd laughed.

As the boy’s face flushed red with embarrassment, he grabbed his gun in anger, but before he could shoot it, the preacher shot it out of his hand, and he dropped it. “You bastard! Look what you’ve done!”

“Hey, you pointed a loaded gun at me, boy. What the hell did you expect me to do? This ain’t no game. You point that gun, and you gotta be prepared to take the responsibility of standin’ behind it.”

“But my hand, it’s—”

“I see it. It’s bleeding.” He looked up at the crowd. “Could someone go and get the doc?”

Suddenly, a man scooted out of the crowd. “I’m a doctor.”

While the boy was being helped by the doctor, Sunset knelt down beside him, and asked, “What the hell did you think you were doin’? You don’t go around waving a fuckin’ gun in the face of someone and not expect them to defend themselves.”

The boy began crying. “Leave me alone, you son of a bitch. You shot my gun hand. I’ll never be able to—”

“Did it keep you from breathin’?” Sunset shouted. “Did it stop your heart? Hell, no! Look, kid, if you keep goin’ down the road you’re on, you’re gonna come to a dead end. And the one that’ll be dead is you.”

“I didn’t expect you to shoot me, or even draw on me.”

“What the hell do you think these guns are for? My God, did you think I’d just stand there and let you kill me?”

“But you’re a preacher, for God’s sake. Preacher’s don’t go around shootin’ people.”

Sunset glared hard at the boy. “This one does.”

Once it was all over, crowds of people streamed down the aisle, including the young boy who had had the devil driven out of him at the point of a gun. Russ Maddox continued to scribble one sentence after the other, telling his readers that this amazing frontier preacher by the name of Sunset Carson had faced unbelievers, the demon possessed, and even the sick and the lame. He did all this while exalting the name of the God who poured miracles down on the congregation.

It was a night he would never forget.

* * * *

Later, when all the people had left, the grounds around the tent were dark and silent. As Russ Maddox walked the empty grounds, a chill crept up his spine when he heard the tarp as it snapped and whipped in the wind. He was searching for something—anything—when he saw a dim, undulating light shining in a window. He carefully sneaked up to it, making sure he couldn’t be seen, and stood silently, listening.

Sunset was getting ready for bed when Vince looked up from counting the donations and said, “These damned troublemakers are beginnin’ to worry me, Sunset. I think you’re too easy on ’em. If you’d kill a couple of ’em, word would get around that you ain’t gonna put up with no funny stuff.”

Sunset turned and looked at him. “You mean to tell me, you think I should have shot and killed that kid out there?”

“Why not? It would’ve been self-defense. He went for his gun first.”

“Vince, he can’t be more than eighteen years old.”

“If he’s old enough to wear a gun, he’s old enough to die!”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Hell, Sunset, killin’ is killin’, no matter how old they are. If they’re old enough to carry a gun—”

“My wife didn’t have a gun, and you killed her!”

“Hey, will you get over that? You know—” A gasp sounded from the window, and Vince jerked his head around. “What was that?” He ran toward the window and looked out. “Nothin’, I guess. Must’ve been my imagination.”

Sunset kicked off his shoes and crawled into bed. “Hurry up and get that counted. I’m tired.”

Vince turned from the window, walked over to Sunset, sat on the bed beside him, and reached beneath the covers. “Hey, you ain’t too tired for a little fun, are you?”

Vince’s touch was like fire. He gazed down at Vince’s hand as it stroked his body, bringing it alive. “Vince, I don’t think…” he began, but suddenly Vince was grasping his cock. The minute he touched it, he leaned over Sunset and covered his lips with his own. Sunset cursed himself when he felt himself become aroused. He wanted to push Vince away, but his body wouldn’t let him. “You devil,” he whispered. “You know how to get to me, don’t you?”

Vince pulled the cover back and lay down beside him. “You ain’t mad at me, are you? You looked really good out there tonight. I’ll bet we pulled in at least five hundred, and maybe more.”

Sunset said nothing as he surrendered his hungry body to Vince and received his kiss. Every place that Vince touched him felt like fire. It was as if a flame was stroking his body, causing him to melt inside and out.

“What do you want, baby, my hand or my mouth?”

Sunset said nothing as Vince held his cock tightly and rubbed it from the tip to the root. God, it felt good! Wanting more, he turned to face Vince and clung to him, his hips moving against his hand, the fiery sensations taking him upward, higher and higher. He could feel himself getting more and more excited until Vince took his hand away and pressed his cock against Sunset’s. Both cocks grew and twitched in a carnal mating dance. Finally, Vince crawled on top of Sunset while ungodly sensations flared. Their cocks were still mating in this sinful dance when Vince opened his mouth and raked his tongue over his chest, his tongue sucking and licking, causing Sunset to writhe like a hungry beast. Lust roiled inside him while he buried his fingers in Vince’s hair, and parted his legs, inviting Vince to take his ass.

* * * *

Hearing the squeaking springs, Russ Maddox stood up and peeked in the window. His eyes widened when he saw the preacher in bed with the man he had accused just moments ago of killing his wife. Knowing this was too good to let pass, he hurriedly opened his notebook and began writing. What developed was the blazing story of Sunset Carson and his night of sex with another man—his wife’s killer!

Chapter Ten

Just then a loud sound was heard, and both Vince and Sunset turned to see Chick standing at the door, watching them, with angry sparks flying from his eyes. “Starting without me?” he said sarcastically.

“What’s the matter, Chick?” Sunset asked.

“I’m sick and tired of being left out!” He pointed toward Vince. “He gives me these stupid jobs to do to keep me out of the way, and the first thing I know he’s in here with you, and you’re in bed together.”

Sunset looked at Vince. “Is that true, Vince?”

“So what?” Vince said. “He’s been with you any number of times without me.”

Sunset looked at each of them. “I can’t believe this. You’re fighting over me? I thought this was a mutual arrangement.”

“It is,” Vince said. “It’s just that…well, someone has to take care of these things, and Chick is good at it.” He gave a light shrug and looked at Chick. “Hey, man, I’m sorry if you think we’ve left you out, it’s just that…” His words faded as he got up to dress. What he wanted to say sounded stupid, so after raking his fingers through his hair, he said to Chick, “All right, hell. The truth is I’ve been trying to keep Sunset satisfied. He’s been making sounds like he’s not happy, so I’ve just been…I don’t know, trying to keep him happy.”