Conrad, Kelly - Rogue Preacher (Siren Publishing Ménage and More ManLove) (4 page)

“This is madness,” Sunset whispered between crazed kisses. “I don’t even know you, I—”

Before he could say more, his words were gobbled up in a succession of hot, deep kisses that had his senses whirling. Suddenly, their hands were all over each other, yanking and pulling until each of them was almost naked, their hard cocks standing erect and reaching one for the other. Vince reached down and cupped his hand around Sunset’s cock and began a scintillating play until he finally got close enough to him that their cocks touched. Only a teasing rub at first, and then more, harder, faster. They were two men playing with fire, two men standing together, moving themselves against each other and moaning. It was so god-awful naughty, and dirty, and so good, Sunset could taste it in his mouth. The sensations burst one after the other, getting hotter and hotter. In passion, Sunset responded, writhing against the hard wall until his shirt fell from his back. Vince took him and laid him down on the luminous bed. With flesh against flesh, Sunset opened his legs, inviting Vince to take his ass—to touch, to fondle, to lick and bite his flesh—to fuck him until he was spent.

Vince reached down and grasped Sunset’s cock and rubbed it until a guttural moan burst from his mouth. The quiet room was full of shaky breath, whimpering moans, and sucking sounds as Vince’s tongue licked his nipples and grazed his skin like a hungry beast. He finally pressed his cock against Sunset’s ass, pushing and moaning as the head of his cock inched in, little by little, inch by inch, creating a new sensation, each bigger and better than the one before. When Vince finally plunged his cock into Sunset, he whimpered and moaned loudly. Oh, God, it was good! They fucked each other hard, the bed bouncing slightly until finally Vince lifted Sunset up so he straddled him. They sat rocking together, with Vince’s cock still buried deep in Sunset’s ass, and his tongue deep into the sweet, dark, velvety softness of Sunset’s mouth. While their lips sucked and nibbled, their hips pumped faster and faster. Moans, smells of sex, and mild winds from the open window ruffled their hair. Each small fire rose higher and higher, and Sunset’s hungry ass wiggled with delight at Vince’s wild plunges that caused sensation after sensation to flood him.

Sunset growled lustily as Vince continued to thrust his cock in and out, deeper and deeper into his ass. And then it happened, and his cum burst from his cock into Vince’s hand. In only seconds a repeated blast of semen burst from Vince’s cock until the two of them wilted against each other, each wrapped in a sensual warmth.

Sunset slept like a baby that night, and what before was a faceless cowboy with a long cock now took on the features of Vince, along with the haunting familiarity of his face—and the spider tattoo.

* * * *

It was just before dawn when Sunset began thrashing around in his bed, asleep, but restless. The night was hot, and he threw back his sheet to reveal an erection. He was just about to reach for it and begin a rigorous handling of it when he felt something. He quickly looked down and saw a woman’s hands closing around it. He frowned when he noticed that her nails were long and bloody, and she looked at his cock as if she were hungry. Suddenly, her tongue leapt out of her mouth, and she began sucking and licking. Her full lips and even teeth moistened and scraped Sunset’s prick, making him moan with pleasure. When he finally came, he reveled in the release he felt until he looked down and saw her staring at him with his cum dripping down her chin. He gasped when he saw who she was, and watched as her face slowly faded away. He couldn’t believe it. He jumped out of bed to get away—away from her bloody hands and yellow silk dress—the yellow silk that lined her coffin.

The woman in his dream was his dead wife.

Later on that morning when Sunset came out of the hotel, he was still caught in the strange feeling he’d had from the dream. It made him wonder if his wife was haunting him. Did she know what he had become? He looked around as if he thought everyone in town was staring at him. Vince had recognized him, so he wondered if anyone else had. And if they did, did they know he’d shared his body with another cowboy? Maybe it was wrong, but now he knew it was something he had to have, no matter how dirty or wrong it might be.

Just then his gaze shifted, and he happened to catch a look at himself through a window that sold women’s fashions. There among the bustles and parasols was the ghostly image of the new Sunset Carson. Once a preacher, now a saddle tramp and sinner. A sudden surge of fear washed through him. He looked at the specter with no color and no depth in his image. It was almost as if he were a dead man. A dead man walking. He thought again of his wife—and her dress of yellow silk.

“You ready?”

Vince’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts, and he looked up at him and nodded. He reluctantly mounted his horse, his mind still heavy with guilt. The ride out beyond Rogue’s Canyon was long and dusty. The galloping horses kicked up the dust that mingled with the wind as it blew into Sunset’s face and over his body. Riding was a dirty job. With the sun burning down on him, and the hot dust blowing on him, the first thing Sunset wanted to do was swim in a cool, clear lake somewhere.

“Where’s the nearest lake around here?” he yelled out.

“The nearest one is at Cripple Creek.”

“If it’s not far, I’d like to get some of this dust off me.”

“It’s just up around that bend there. All you gotta do is follow this road about half a mile, turn north, and it ends at the creek.”

“Okay. I’ll go on ahead and meet up with you later.”

“All right, but when you come back, take the turnoff. That’ll lead you into the mouth of the Salt Lick. Follow the Lick until you come to a grove of trees. Stay on the path until you find a tree that looks like it’s been sliced through by lightning. Just beyond that is the…my place.”

“Your place? It sounds like a damned hideout.”

“It is.”

“What the hell are you doing in a hideout?”

“Look, preacher,” Vince said with a somber face. “I’m puttin’ my trust in you. Don’t let me find out I was wrong.”

Surprised by his answer, Sunset watched as Vince nudged his horse forward and got lost in the thick trail dust that his horse kicked up behind him. Vince’s words bothered him, so he allowed his horse to gallop along in a slow, steady pace while he thought about what Vince had said. Maybe it was nothing, but he wondered if he had gotten himself into something he couldn’t handle. After all, what did he know about Vince other than he was a bronco buster and a first-rate fucker. After a while the glitter from the sun shining on the creek took his attention, and he immediately pulled in among some trees. He quickly tied up his horse, stripped down naked, and jumped in. He’d been in about a half hour when he turned and saw another cowboy wading in.

“Oh, God,” Sunset muttered when he saw the cowboy’s cock. A heat filled his belly as he stared. He turned away quickly and looked around. He had to find a place where he couldn’t be seen, so he waded toward a thicket of bushes growing out of the water. There, he pulled the branches back and watched the cowboy wash himself off. He couldn’t help reaching for his own cock, all the while wishing for this stranger’s tight ass to plunge it into. His gaze scanned along the stranger’s body, his tight ass driving him crazy. He could feel the stranger’s cock in his mouth, and it tasted like candy. He must have closed his eyes in ecstasy for a moment because suddenly he heard a voice.

“Hi, there. What are you doin’ back here?”

Sunset turned quickly. “Oh…uh, nothing really. When I saw you, I came back here to give us both some privacy.”

“Oh, hell, I don’t need no privacy.” He looked closely at Sunset. “You know, you look familiar. Who are you?”

“The name’s Sunset Carson. I’ll be stayin’ with Vince Michaels at his…place.”

“Is that a fact?” he said, reaching out to shake Sunset’s hand. “I’m Chick Mason, a friend of Vince’s.”

“Really? Vince didn’t mention you.”

“No reason why he should. I’m just one of his gang.”

“Gang?”

“Yeah. Well, what’s left of us. Ain’t he discussed this with you?”

“No,” Sunset said, a worried look on his face.

“He will,” Chick said as his gaze raked over Sunset suggestively. “If you’re gonna be stayin’ with Vince, that must mean—”

“Mean what?” Sunset said defensively.

“Hey, I happen to know what kind Vince is.”

“What do you mean?”

“Hell, man, you know what I mean. Are you one like him?”

“What if I am?”

“That must make it kind of cozy.” He winked suggestively. “If the truth be known, maybe I’m that sort myself.”

Sunset could feel his cock getting even harder at what this cowboy was saying.

Chick looked around. “Nobody around. Maybe you’d like…”

“You mean…now…?”

“Sure,” he said, then reached down and began handling his cock. “Damn, I’m always ready.”

Sunset watched as he slowly walked toward him, the very air around them sizzling like sparks of lightning. The closer Chick came, the more the feeling of intimacy deepened.

Slowly, Chick reached out and stroked Sunset’s face. “You’re damned good lookin’. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Sunset’s breath caught in his throat when he found Chick’s face close enough to feel the heat of his breath. With an open mouth, the cowboy licked Sunset’s lips, his tongue sneaking in and tangling with his own.

Sunset moaned, responding as the cowboy’s tongue explored the soft, velvety inside of his mouth. Suddenly, he felt Chick’s brick-hard cock press against his. Both cocks rubbed against each other, causing them to become larger. The larger they became, the more the sensation heightened, making the movement of their hips faster, urging each of them closer and closer to the raw pleasure that flirted just beyond. Just then Sunset felt Chick’s hand as it reached down and grabbed his ass, and then his balls, stroking them over and over, causing another guttural moan to slip past his lips. Sunset could feel himself melting in Chick’s arms. He wanted his cock inside him so bad he lifted his legs, his back pressing against the cradle-like area that was almost like a bed and hidden by the water that covered them like a blanket. Chick’s cock found Sunset’s hole and entered him, his thrusts making Sunset moan as he pushed him against the soft mud of the bank, lunging harder and harder until Sunset thought he would die of pleasure. He gasped, he moaned, and when he felt himself nearing an orgasm, he said, “Oh, God, it’s so…”

“Be quiet, for God’s sake, I’m gonna come,” the cowboy whispered. As his passion rose, he frantically bit and grazed along Sunset’s neck, sucking at the beads of water on him. His breath was labored. Whimpers escaped from his mouth until at last he shattered in a fiery blast. When it was over, Chick continued to hold Sunset. “This was good for now,” he said in his ear, “but it’ll never be as good as having two cowboys at one time.”

“My God, two?”

With narrowed eyes, the cowboy asked, “Who the hell are you, anyway?”

“Su—”

“No, I don’t mean your name. Just who the hell are you?”

“Nobody really. Just a preacher turned—”

“A preacher?” the cowboy yelled. “I done went and fucked a goddamned preacher?” He turned to get out of the lake as if he thought a whole horde of demons were about to come down on him.

“No!” Sunset yelled as he followed him out of the lake. “I’m not a preacher now. That was a long time ago. Before I learned about myself.”

Chick turned and looked at him. “Maybe you’d better tell me the whole story.”

As they sat down on the soft grass, Sunset said, “Look, I’m nobody. Just a frontier preacher. At least I was before my wife died.”

“Your wife died? In a gunfight?”

“Yeah, how’d you know?”

“Oh, my God!” Chick muttered.

“What was that?”

“Oh, nothin’. I think I heard about that. You kind of…quit, or somethin’, didn’t you?”

“Yeah. Kind of lost my faith.”

“Look, preacher, are you sure you want to stay here with Vince? It might be a lot better on you if you just ride out of here now. Don’t even go back there.”

“Why?” Sunset asked, giving Chick a curious look.

“I’m just sayin’ Vince may not be who you think he is.”

“What does that mean?”

“Hell, I don’t know. Forget it.”

“So tell me somethin’ about you.”

“Me?” Chick said, and smiled. “I’m just Vince’s sidekick, I guess you’d say. We met when we was both workin’ for old man Cotter breakin’ horses. We kind of just fell together, bein’ the same kind if you know what I mean.”

Sunset smiled. “I think I do.”

“Well, one thing led to another, and I finally moved in with him.”

“You have any folks?”

“No, they died when I was sixteen. I been on my own since then. They come down with some kind of disease that was goin’ around. Scarlet fever, I think it was. As soon as they knew a plague was spreadin’, they sent me off to my aunt up in Montana.” He began moving some dirt around and then looked up at Sunset thoughtfully. “You know, I don’t think just anyone can live out here. It takes a strong constitution. My folks weren’t like that. If it hadn’t been scarlet fever, it would’ve been something else. I tried to talk ’em into goin’ back, but they refused to give up their dream of a new life. They said other people had done it, and they would, too.”