Conrad, Kelly - Rogue Preacher (Siren Publishing Ménage and More ManLove) (3 page)

“Eat it,” Sunset said.

Without another word, Vince opened his mouth, wondering if Sunset’s cock was too large to fit in his mouth. His tongue leapt forward. First he began to lick it, and then he opened as wide as he could and felt his mouth stretching as his lips closed around the head. His tongue rubbed and sucked, his teeth scratching along the side. And then he felt Sunset’s hands on his head, pushing his cock deeper into his mouth, his throat swallowing the sweet, tangy elixir that dripped from the tip and onto his tongue. By now, Sunset was leaning against a trunk, his hips gyrating as he forced his cock further into Vince’s mouth, and moaning.

As Sunset pushed his cock in and out of Vince’s mouth, Vince became excited, licking, sucking, and chewing as hard as he could until finally a moan burst from Sunset’s throat just as he spewed his lusty cream into his mouth. Sunset quickly pushed Vince to the ground, cupped Vince’s cock and balls with his hand, and began to rub. Vince turned on his side, and Sunset lay behind him, reaching around and hand-fucking him until he could do nothing but spew out his satisfaction all over the ground.

When the evening was over, Vince had twenty-five dollars in his pocket.

Did that make him a sinner beyond help? Just because he wanted to bed this Holy Roller, did that mean he was headed for hell? He knew the preacher was in torment, and he knew the reason why. After years of living by the good book, now he was free to fuck whoever he wanted, but he still struggled with it because he considered it a sin. Vince knew he must be as hungry as hell. He’d probably fucked every saloon girl from here to California trying to get satisfied, but it didn’t work. What he needed was to fuck a cowboy’s ass to give him that sweet feeling of satisfaction—and Vince was ready to help in any way he could.

“Ain’t that a weddin’ ring I see attached to your hat there? Your wife’s, huh?”

Sunset turned, his lightning eyes boring into Vince’s. “You got a big mouth, you know that?”

“Is that why you quit—?”

“I told you to leave me alone!” Sunset yelled.

“Okay, okay,” Vince said as he lifted his drink, and took a sip.

His gaze raked along Sunset’s face. He had fantasized about kissing those lips for years. While he was staring, Sunset turned and saw him.

“What the hell are you starin’ at?”

“I was just lookin’ at the ring there—”

“It wasn’t the ring you was lookin’ at just now. Keep your fuckin’ eyes to yourself.”

“Fightin’, drinkin’, cursin’, my, you have changed, haven’t you? So what happened to change you, preacher? Did it have anything to do with your wife—?”

“That’s it,” Sunset said. He stood and pulled Vince up by the collar. He was just about to knock him into the next county when Vince lifted his hands in surrender.

“All right, preacher, no need to get violent. You want to fight, we can step out into the street, or I can buy you a drink.” When Sunset pushed him away, Vince yelled out to the bartender, “Hey, Dan, how about another bottle for me and the preacher here?” When it came, he grabbed it up and poured a little into their glasses. “Come on and share my bottle with me.”

“Go to hell.” Sunset rose, kicking his chair backward. “If you won’t leave, then I will. This ain’t the only saloon in town.”

“All right, preacher, I get the message. You want to be left alone. Fine, but if you’ll sit down, I’ll let you ask the questions this time.”

Sunset turned, looked curiously at him, and thought this might be a good opportunity to find out just who the hell he was and why he looked so familiar. He sat down slowly threw his head back and swallowed his drink, and then asked, “All right, slugger, where the hell did you get that spider on your neck?”

“I got it in San Francisco when I was sixteen. It was a whim. You know how kids are.”

“Yeah, I know. So who the hell are you?”

Vince smiled. “For a start, I’m Vince Mi—”

“I know what your fuckin’ name is. What I want to know is what’s your reason for livin’? How do you spend your miserable day? Do you make a habit of forcin’ your company on innocent people who just want to be left alone?”

“I’m a bronco buster. I’m not workin’ at it right now, but I used to work for old man Cotter at his horse ranch. I kind of stay buried during the week, and then show up in town on Friday and Saturday nights and make a spectacle of myself.”

“Yeah, well, you do that damned well.”

“I do a lot of things damned well,” Vince said suggestively, his expressive eyes looking deep into Sunset’s.

Sunset turned away quickly. “That…that…bronco bustin’, that’s hard work, ain’t it?”

“Yeah, it is. I used to bust his horses before he sold ’em. Some went to the military, some to other buyers, and those that were left I took to market.”

“It seems a shame to take a wild horse and break him like that.”

“Maybe,” Vince said as he caught Sunset’s eyes and winked suggestively. “But anything rode has to be tamed.”

“Don’t look at me like that,” he whispered. “I ain’t…I mean, I—”

“Easy, preacher,” Vince said, reaching over and putting his hand on Sunset’s thigh. “You’re just a little wild right now, that’s all. I’ll have you—”

Sunset shoved his hand away and cut his gaze around as if he was afraid someone might have seen him. “So, what…what do you do now?”

“Now? Now, I got a different line of work. Maybe I’ll tell you about it someday.”

Sunset pushed his chair out and rose from the table. “I got to go.”

Vince caught his arm to stop him. “You keep runnin’ away, preacher, and you’ll never have a minute’s peace. I think you know what I mean.”

Sunset cut his gaze over at him, and then sat back down. “I tell you, I ain’t no—”

“You keep denyin’ it, but we both know the truth, don’t we?” Vince watched Sunset’s reaction as he sneaked his hand over to his thigh again.

“What the hell do you think you’re doin’?”

“Only what you want me to.”

“What the hell makes you think…” Sunset stopped and looked around as if he thought he might be talking too loud, and began again in a softer tone, “What the hell makes you think I want your fuckin’ hand on my thigh?”

Vince smiled knowingly and gave Sunset’s thigh a gentle squeeze. “It gets awful dark back behind that tent.”

A chill coursed down Sunset’s spine. “W-What the hell are you talkin’ about?”

“Twenty-five dollars for sucking your dick was good pay. I only paid the cowboy ten to get rid of him.” He slowly inched his hand up further and further until he found his crotch that was large and hard. “Yours is the biggest cock I’ve ever seen, and from the feel of it now, you’re beggin’ for it, preacher, and we both know it.”

While Vince’s hand rubbed him, Sunset’s eyes closed, and his tongue edged out of his mouth to lick his lips. “All right, so you know my secret. I’ll kill you if you tell anyone.”

“You have nothin’ to worry about, preacher,” Vince said as he squeezed his thigh again. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

“You bastard,” Sunset said under his breath. “Move your hand before someone sees you.”

“Come back to the hotel with me,” Vince whispered.

“I can’t…I—”

“I can put that fire out for you, preacher, with one hell of a fuck.”

* * * *

Sunset looked deeply into Vince’s luminous blue eyes, knowing he was about to enter hell.

Chapter Three

The two cowboys were walking down the dark street when suddenly Sunset stopped. “I—I don’t think—”

Vince turned quickly, grabbed him, and shoved him into an alley against the wall of the general store. “Why the hell are you fightin’ against this?”

“I’m not used to having anyone know about this.”

“Well, you didn’t seem to have a problem with it back behind your tent.”

“But those cowboys—they were faceless nobodies. I knew I’d never see ’em again. It made it easier somehow.”

“Preacher—”

“Quit callin’ me preacher, damn it! If you keep remindin’ me of what I was, I’ll never be able to do this.”

“All right,” Vince whispered. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe it’s too soon. Here’s what we’ll do. I got a place out at the edge of Rogue’s Canyon. You just got into town, so you probably don’t have a place to stay. We can stay at the hotel tonight, and tomorrow I’ll take you out there. It’s only a few miles, and if you like it okay, you can stay. We’ll work through this together.”

“I want my own room.”

“Sure, sure.”

Now that he had managed to get Sunset calmed down, they continued their walk down to the hotel and registered. To keep Sunset from getting cold feet, he got him his own room and walked him to the door. “Well, this is it,” Vince said and indicated to the room next door. “I’ll be over there if you need me.”

“Fine, I’ll say goodnight now,” Sunset said and turned to go in.

“Don’t go in yet,” Vince whispered and looked up and down the hall like an illicit lover.

* * * *

Sunset’s gaze followed Vince’s as he looked into the shadowy corridor empty of anyone or anything but their desires. A fire seemed to burn between them as Vince spoke in an intimate whisper.

“You know how long I’ve been waitin’ for this moment? Hell, I remember the first time I saw you. Everybody was talkin’ about this wild-hair preacher that came to town to preach a revival. It was before you used a tent. I remember you put up your damned podium in the saloon and preached sermons like a damned gunslinger. It made me wonder just how many souls you could save when you kept ’em seated at the point of a gun. I was intrigued enough to stick around, and so were the others, I guess. You were kind of a rogue, you know? It was great to watch you in action. Hell, man, you became famous. You got written up in papers as far away as California. I even remember when
The Trumpet
here in town bumped the story about Belle Starr, the Outlaw Queen, just because everybody wanted to read about you.”

“So you been plannin’ this all along?”

“Not plannin’ it really. I kept my eyes open, that’s all. I knew you’d come out of hidin’ sooner or later.”

“I wasn’t hidin’ out. After I threw my faith away, I traded my frock coat for a gut full of determination to get the damned bastard who shot my wife. I knew I wasn’t good enough, so I spent every day practicin’ my fast draw for the day I find him.” He looked Vince straight in the eyes. “If I ever find him, I’ll shoot the bastard so full of holes there won’t be enough to bury.”

A chill crawled up Vince’s spine. “Sunset, I—”

“I saw him,” Sunset interrupted.

“You what?”

“I saw the bastard who killed my wife.”

“Are you sure?” Vince asked.

“Hell, yes!” Sunset said. “He hid his face behind a kerchief, but he pulled it down before he rode off, and I got a look at his face. Wherever that devil is, he’d better be damned scared because his life ain’t worth a plug nickel.”

“Sunset,” Vince whispered, “let’s don’t talk about that. It’s over. Now’s the ideal time to begin a new life.”

A new life,
Sunset thought, as he looked at Vince, who stood close, his haunting lips only a breath away. He could feel his hands on his ass and his cock pressing against him.
A new life with Vince.
He could feel Vince’s hips moving to a hot, erotic rhythm that took his breath. God, he wanted it so much. Why did he hold back? He wanted to relax, and tried to, but his body was stiff. Vince was so close, he could feel his hot breath and his lips as he softly moved them along his face. With Vince so close, his breathing was becoming short while his groin flooded with hot, melting passion. He looked up, meeting Vince’s eyes. He saw the blatant hunger, and from somewhere deep inside him came a soft, hot, thrilling sensation that thrummed through his cock when he thought about fucking him.

Slowly, Vince leaned close enough for their lips to touch ever so slightly—until they finally covered his. They were firm, with the flavor of the wind and dust of the prairie on them. While Vince’s lips moved erotically over his, he pressed him against the door, his tongue invading his mouth. Sunset responded, his tongue meeting Vince’s in an embrace of hot lust. He wanted to cling to Vince, the kiss becoming hotter and hotter until his arms crept around him, and his cock pressed hard against his. Vince’s day-old whiskers rubbed him, making a fire flame up inside him. Sunset wanted to suck the bold cowboy’s tongue, to stay in his arms, melting against him, rubbing himself against him, causing fire after fire to explode between them. Without a doubt, it was an exciting and dangerous, wildly hot-blooded, and insanely wonderful kiss, but he couldn’t—not yet.

Sunset quickly pushed him away. “Here in the hall? Someone’ll see us.”

“Then invite me in.”

Holding his breath, Sunset turned and opened the door. The room was dark except for the moon’s rays that stretched across the bed, illuminating it. Sunset stared at it. It was inviting, yet scary.

No! No! I can’t let this happen,
he thought, but something inside him wouldn’t let him send Vince away.

When Vince reached for Sunset again, Sunset responded with a sinful eagerness, being comforted by the fact that the room was small and hot, and this dirty, illicit act was covered by darkness. Before he knew what was happening, Vince had him against the wall. His body was firm, his contours strong and muscled. It was the dream he had dreamed many times, and it was coming true. With his mouth open and moist, Vince’s tongue sought Sunset’s, and against his better judgment, Sunset offered it, opening to him like an addict tasting his first drug. Fire quickly flooded his veins and roared out of control, taking possession of him. Vince’s devilish heat surrounded him, seeping into his bones, spreading new waves of flames through him until every inch of his flesh was on fire.