Cowboy Gangster 03 - Outlaws of Love (20 page)

“Please…” Kane choked on a whimpered gasp. “…Fuck me. I need you to fuck me now.” His own plea startled and frightened him. He wasn’t just begging for sex –the emotional pull reached much deeper. And that’s what scared him –the need was more than sexual. But he couldn’t take it back. Didn’t have the will to try and stop this. It was too late for that.
Much too late.

“Don’t move,” Cochise spoke with a thick, coarse edge to his voice. A soft gasp shuddered up Kane’s throat when the man withdrew his fingers and he gave his hole one more thorough tonguing before stepping off the bed.

Kane didn’t move –
couldn’t
move –as a singular tension gripped his whole body. He listened to Cochise rummage through his pants then heard the quiet tear of a foil packet. Kane shivered pleasantly, the surface of his skin tingling. Beneath him, his stiff cock throbbed against the mattress, dampening the blankets. He hugged the pillow under his chin and waited.

The bed shifted as Cochise climbed back on and straddled his legs. The faint sound of the condom rolling down his thick cock caused a flurry of shivers and tremors to quiver through Kane’s body. They had only actually fucked once –but the force of the memory hadn’t yet begun to fade. He’d awaken from dreams of their backseat fuck-fest, drenched in sweat and so fucking hard he was dripping pure come. Whether he’d wanted to admit it or not –and he hadn’t –he had been craving the man since that first night, desperate for them to fuck just one more time.

Just “one” more time? You think this right here is going to get the man out of your system?

Kane couldn’t think. Didn’t want to think. He just wanted the man inside him, fucking him so hard that nothing else mattered but sweet intoxicating
release
.

He flinched, startled, when Cochise smacked his ass –not hard, but with just enough force to leave a pleasant sting on his hot skin. “Get up on your knees,” the Egyptian told him.

In past relationships, Kane had typically taken the dominate role with a partner. It gave him an unexpected charge to be ordered by the Egyptian and he complied without resistance. He pushed up on his knees and leaned forward, grasping the headboard of the bed. A pleasant heat spread through him from his scalp to the tips of his toes when the man moved up close behind him.

Cochise caressed his ass surprisingly tender then ran his hands up his back and let them drift down again, his fingertips lightly grazing his skin along the way. Kane shivered again. The man’s hard cock nudged between his ass cheeks as the Egyptian slid his hands around in front of Kane and took hold of his member. His fist tightened around the rigid shaft and stroked agonizingly slow as the man’s cock head prodded his rear entrance.

“Fuck…” Kane whimpered and gripped the headboard desperately. When he pushed back to force himself onto Cochise’s erection, the man withdrew –just a fraction, but enough to prevent himself from entering Kane. “Please,” Kane ground out in frustration. “
Fuck
me.”

Cochise withdrew one hand and spit in his palm, then lathered his sheathed cock. Kane swallowed thickly and closed his eyes, his breath staggering.
Yes. Take me –now!

“Uuh!” Kane choked when he was suddenly filled with Cochise's thick, hard cock, wrenching his breath from him as inch after inch shoved in deeper and deeper. “Oh fuck! Uuh!” He clenched his teeth. “God!” he ground out tightly. “Give it to me!”

With a short, strong thrust of his hips, Cochise granted his request as his pelvis pressed up tight to Kane’s ass –his entire cock buried inside. His fist stroked Kane’s shaft a little faster as he withdrew his cock from Kane’s ass and drove it back in.

“Fuck!” Kane yelled and pressed his brow against the headboard, panting. “Do it! Fuck me!”

Cochise didn’t give him a chance to change his mind. His arm snaked around Kane’s waist and locked him in. His thrusts quickened, grew harder, his hips pumping with force and driving his cock in and out, pushing, pulling, pounding. The Egyptian grunted and panted, breath hissing between clamped teeth.

Sweat quickly laced their skin as their strong, muscular bodies collided. Kane gripped the headboard and shoved back to Cochise’s powerful thrusts, impaling himself on the Egyptian’s ramming cock. The bed shuddered and rocked violently, shaking the nightstands and their contents.

“
Fuuuck
!” Cochise shouted and whipped his fist up and down Kane’s pulsing dick as he fucked him hard and wild. “
Uuuhh
!”

Sweat ran down Kane’s body in tiny rivulets as more droplets flicked onto his skin from Cochise.

“Oh fuck!” Kane cried. “Don’t stop! Fuck me harder!” His ass rocked in an erratic rhythm with Cochise’s urgent hips as the man’s fist squeezed tighter and pumped his shaft with determination.

“I want you to come,” Cochise panted, his lips firm against Kane’s ear. Shudders coursed through the man and he fucked Kane a fraction harder. His mouth remained shoved against Kane’s ear, breath hot and unsteady. “Come…”

“I am!” Kane choked out through clenched teeth as his balls tightened and his orgasm gripped him. “
Fuuck! I’m coming!
” A wail wrenched from him as his cock burst, shooting a heavy load of come against the headboard.

He gasped hard and was suddenly on his back, Cochise on top of him, shoving inside him again. One strong arm wrapped around his lower back and lifted his ass as the man supported himself with his other arm and fucked Kane with renewed urgency. His stare bore into Kane’s eyes, unwavering, as he thrust into him deep and hard, his face tight with sexual tension.

Kane grabbed his hips and held on, never taking his eyes from the man’s face. To his surprise, Cochise’s thrusts slowed a fraction as something other than lust flickered behind his stare. Kane was suddenly engulfed in the Egyptian’s embrace, nearly crushed within the man’s powerful arms as Cochise kissed him with a desperate passion that Kane was unprepared for. The man’s hips rolled against Kane in a more controlled rhythm though the urgency to release remained present.

An unbidden moan shuddered up Kane’s throat and his arms went around Cochise’s neck, his legs enveloping the man’s body as he matched his rhythm and they fell into sync. Cochise’s kiss softened somewhat and deepened. His hands flattened against Kane’s back, his fingertips pressing firm into Kane’s slick, hot muscles. The man’s rigid urgent touch developed a sensual feel as they wrapped around one another, shifting and rolling all over the bed.

Slivers of fear embedded in Kane’s heart when the realization struck him that the Egyptian wasn’t just holding him –but
clinging
to him.

Cochise squeezed him tighter as his body strained with his impending orgasm. He shoved his face into Kane’s neck, his fingers gouging his back as his breath came faster, erratically and he fucked Kane harder, tight groans forcing up his throat and exploding forth in grunts and pants.

“Uuh!” Kane gasped, feeling the stiffness return to his member as the man’s cock head assaulted his sweet spot relentlessly. “Fuck…fuck me! Oh my God! You feel so good! Come for me…”

The Egyptian clutched him harder and drove his cock in until he was shouting and coming and fucking Kane madly.

“Yes!” Kane cried out when he felt the pleasant, stimulating jerks of the man’s body as he continued to release. “Fuck…yes…” He buried his fingers in Cochise’s damp hair, his scalp hot to the touch, and kissed his slick neck, wet shoulders still strained from the lingering orgasm.

Cochise’s thrusts steadily weakened until he was lying still on top of Kane, his breath ragged and hot. Kane knew what came next –he would get up and leave. It was how this arrangement worked.

So why did the thought leave him feeling hollow inside?

♦

The city street ran past the high school and down an incline to the entrance of the fairgrounds. Clint parked at the curb next to the school and watched the steady stream of people filing down through the gates. The grounds were lit up with a myriad of multi-colored lights, flashing and strobing on the larger rides. A faint deep blue in the sky was all that was left of the day as night dropped down on the town.

He opened the car door and climbed out. Dane and Gavin should be waiting for him somewhere near the entrance. The hard soles of his cowboy boots clacked dully on the pavement as he descended the incline. In the city, his country attire at times caused him to stand out. Here, he looked like everyone else. Surely those who happened to glance his way in passing just took him for another “good ole boy” there to enjoy their country fair. It just went to show how little people really knew of those around them. Only a fool judged a book by its cover. Yet it seemed to be a common human fault.

He approached the entrance gate and hung back. A single-file line of fair goers paid their admittance at the small booth and poured onto the grounds beyond. Clint frowned and looked for Dane and Gavin but saw no sign of them. He glanced back up the steep street, an anxious churning in his gut. He didn’t want to go inside and look for them, and risk running into Axel.

Where the fuck were they?

It occurred to him suddenly that Gabriel may not have called Dane. They all thought he was making a mistake with Axel, it was in their eyes. Did Gabriel think he was doing him some kind of favor by forcing him to see Axel? That wouldn’t help anyone at this point.

“You little fuck,” Clint muttered at an absent Gabriel. Releasing a hard breath on a low growl, he stepped into line and paid for a ticket. Once inside the gates, he moved out of the flow of bodies and looked again for Dane and Gavin. “Shit.”

They were here for the music gig. Clint set out in search of the stage, tense and alert –and intent on seeing Axel before Axel saw him. It was too soon for another face-to-face.

♦

Kane went stone still, his heartbeat stuttering, when Cochise lifted off him and sank down on the bed beside him, rather than immediately dressing and leaving. Should he say something? If so –what?
Talking
wasn’t exactly their thing. He didn’t feel comfortable asking the man if something was wrong, and suspected the Egyptian wouldn’t answer anyway.

Although every muscle in Kane’s body strained with tension, Cochise appeared relaxed as he tucked his arms under his head and stared at the ceiling. “Do you want me to leave?” the man asked low, without offense. It was a simple straightforward question.

A good question.
Did
he want the Egyptian to leave? Kane didn’t know how to answer and that bothered him greatly. It should have been a quick and easy
Yes.
Yet the word didn’t begin to materialize on his tongue. He swallowed hard and his voice shook as he murmured, “Do you want to?” As soon as it slipped off his lips, Kane realized how ridiculous it was. If the man wanted to leave –wouldn’t he be gone by now? It wasn’t as if Cochise had any qualms about walking away from a post-sexual encounter. He wasn’t burdened by conscience or any sense of morality.

Yet here he remained. Why?

The Egyptian twisted his head and looked at Kane. “I asked
you
,” he said with a stiff edge. “Do you want me to leave?”

Something in the man’s eyes warned Kane not to lie. “I don’t know,” he admitted quietly.

Cochise turned his eyes back to the ceiling. “I want to stay.”

Confusing emotions surged through Kane. Even if it were true, he hadn’t expected the man to admit it out loud. Kane cleared his throat discreetly. “Why…?” he whispered. He needed an answer. Would the Egyptian surprise him yet again and actually reveal a glimpse of emotion? Some
real
portion of his humanity?

“Because I’m not done,” he stated. “I still want to fuck.”

Of course. Kane sank against his pillow and closed his eyes, trying with all his might to deny the balloon of disappointment swelling inside his chest.

What did you think –he wanted to stay and cuddle? You fucking moron.

♦

Cory was startled to learn that his in-home “nurse” would be a man. Of course, there were male nurses, but he had been expecting a woman. Not that he had any complaints. Adrian Durante was certainly easy on the eyes and had an unspoken allure that others besides Cory were tuning into.

He found it fascinating –and kind of cute –that his dad was trying hard not to let his interest in the man show through. Anthony Romero rarely took personal notice of anyone. Cory wasn’t entirely sure that his dad was even aware that Cory knew he was gay. The subject had never come up between them. As far as Cory knew, his parents had had a very loving and affectionate marriage. So maybe his father swung both ways. He often wondered if his mom had been privy to this fact about his dad.

“How are you feeling?” Adrian asked. “Any pain?”

“Some,” Cory admitted. “Not much at the moment.”

The man nodded and when he glanced at Anthony, Cory didn’t miss the look that flickered speedily through his intriguing eyes before vanishing. “I’ll want to give him a full checkup as soon as possible,” he told Anthony. “See where he's at and establish a starting point, so to speak. The results of his first exam will be the guide to gauge his progress or regression.”