Forsaking Truth (13 page)

“Do you want me to
come?”

Mouth stretched and
full, he glanced up at Tristan as his head fell back with a moan. When he set
his eyes on Luke again, he said, “Baby, you keep lookin’ up at me with those
sweet blue eyes and I won’t
have a choice in the
matter. If you don’t want me to explode we should slow down.”

He pulled back and
released his cock with a slow kiss. “I want you to come. On me.”

Tristan’s lips parted
and his chest rose as he breathed deeply. Catching the back of Luke
’s head, he pulled him back on his cock. “Open your mouth.”

Luke obediently parted
his lips and Tristan shoved his cock deep. His scalp tingled as his fingers
tightened. Tristan was in complete control and, surprisingly, Luke liked it. He
released Tristan’
s sac and gripped his hips. Both of
Tristan’s hands held his head, dragging him forward again and again as he
fucked his mouth.

Tristan lurched away,
startling Luke and rapidly began jerking his cock. “Lay back.”

Luke eased backward
and caught his weight o
n the mattress as the first
rope of hot come shot across his belly. Fuck. It was the sexiest thing he’d
ever seen, Tristan’s mouth opened in a silent cry of ecstasy, his eyes closed
in pleasure, his throat and chest working as he breathed hard.

When he fin
ished, they both remained silent. There were no words, at
least not for him. It was incredible. All Luke could think about was how bad he
wanted to fuck him.

Glancing up at Tristan
who was still breathing hard, Luke grinned. “I want to be inside of you.”

T
ristan panted and blinked then slowly nodded. “I have what
you need.”

Licking his lips, Luke
twisted and pulled the towel off his hips. He blotted up the mess on his abs
and said, “Get it.”

Tristan slowly bent
and sifted through his bag. When he stood he h
eld a
condom and a small bottle of oil. Luke relieved him of the things they’d need
and tossed them on the mattress. He kicked the pillows onto the floor and held
out a hand. “Come here, cowboy.”

Tristan kneeled on the
bed and Luke rose to eye level. Cuppi
ng his face, he
kissed him deeply. His cock was rock hard and pressed into Tristan’s hip. His
hands roamed across his lover’s body, coasted over his smooth shoulders,
traveled down his spine, to grab a delicious fist full of ass.

Tristan moaned. “I
need yo
u.”

Luke turned him and he
settled on his forearms. Reaching for the lube, he snapped open the cap and
drizzled a small amount at the base of Tristan’s spine. He had an incredible
ass. Smooth, round. He wanted to smack it and bite it. But mostly he wanted
to bury his cock in it.

He’d done everything
on the menu with women, but this was much different. It felt different, somehow
more satisfying. He shoved the thought away for another time, returning his
focus to Tristan’s pleasure.

Dragging his finger
throu
gh the puddle of oil, he found the tight little
knot of muscle nestled between those perfect cheeks. He added more oil to his
fingers and rubbed it around until his fingers held a glossy sheen. Wasting no
time, he lined his fingertip up with his hole and s
ank
it in to the knuckle.

Tristan’s initial
grunt turned into a deep baritone moan. “Fuck. Yes.”

He withdrew and pumped
the digit back inside. His path was slick and smooth, allowing Luke easy
penetration. He bent and placed an open mouthed kiss on Tristan
’s left cheek, sucking his flesh and leaving a slight
hickey.
That’s my ass.

He spread Tristan’s
cheeks and added a second finger, which seemed to really please Tristan. His
hips rocked as he backed into each forward thrust of Luke’s wrist. He knew
there w
as some trick with the prostate, but he didn’t
know the details yet, so for right now, he simply fingered him hard and
stretched that tight little hole.

Reaching for the oil
he used his teeth to flip open the top. He was afraid to hurt Tristan so he
added
a bit more before tearing open a condom and
sliding it on with one lubricated hand.

Adrenaline pumped
through him the closer the moment came. Such delicious anxiousness, nothing
like he expected. There was no fear, only absolute desire.

Withdrawing his fin
gers, he lined up his cock. There was a moment, only a
second long at best, but he saw everything in that split glimpse of reality.
The first time he shook Tristan’s hand and the thrill he felt, but didn’t yet
understand. The first time he saw him smile. T
he
moment he admitted he was his friend. The way he showed him how to use a water
saw and how he laughed when Luke accidently sprayed the water all over. The
shock that rushed through him when Tristan first kissed him. The moment he knew
he wanted to kiss
him back. The way he held him when
he fell apart and how it felt so terrifyingly right waking up in his arms.

It occurred to him
then, in that split second, that he was in love with his friend.

His hand coasted over
that long length of back, slowly,
affectionately, and
he pressed his cock inside by slow increments. His eyes rolled shut at the
splendid ecstasy of such heat and compression. His body closed around him like
a tight glove and they both sighed.

“Oh, fuck.”

His hands rode over
Tristan’s hips
and he squeezed. It was better than
anything he’d ever felt in his entire life. “Tristan.” His breath escaped in a
plea as though saying grace for the incredible feelings bombarding his mind and
body.

His hips pulled back
and slowly drove forward. The tig
ht friction was
almost intolerable. It felt so incredible. He took it slow, savoring the snug
grip of Tristan’s ass over every smooth ridge of his cock.

Mesmerized, he watched
his flesh withdraw and sink back inside, deep, smooth, right. His hands gripped
and curled over his lover’s back, petting admiringly over
his strong form. Pacing each stroke, embracing each thrust, he made love to
this man like he’d never made love to anyone else.

Sweat trickled down
his brow and glistened on Tristan’s back. His body
was like a large cat, angled and graceful. Snapping his hips forward in a hard,
measured thrust, Tristan cried out against the tender assault. Luke’s balls
tapped against his taint as he thrust again. Each penetrating stab of his cock
was a reverent show
of power, steeped in emotion,
drenched in sexual promise. He never wanted to give him up.

The slapping sound of
their flesh filled the room. Tristan’s voice grew hoarse and Luke’s name was
the only mantra it sang. He watched as Tristan’s fingers tightened
over the blankets, pulling them between his knuckles and he
drove in hard, swirling his hips as he buried himself as deep as he could go.

His spine tingled and
his nuts drew up tight. He was going to come. Withdrawing to the tip, he thrust
hard again and a
gain, now drilling his cock into him.
“You’re mine, Tristan,” he hissed as he plowed into him. “
Mine.
You got that? I’m
never letting you go.”

“I won’t let you get
away. Fuck. I don’t think I’ll ever survive losing you again.”

Luke’s eyes shut and
he roare
d, body twitching as his hips jerked, cum
rushing out of his dick. Every nerve fell into a spasm and jangled like he’d
been electrocuted with pleasure. Tristan groaned long and hard. His shoulders
heaved and tensed as an evident chill took hold of him.

Luk
e collapsed over him and kissed those broad shoulders
reverently. His arms pulled Tristan close, sealing his chest to his strong
back. His eyes and mouth screwed shut so he didn’t start spewing off things
better left unsaid.

With a reluctant sigh,
he slow
ly extricated himself from Tristan’s body. He
made the sweetest little keening sound, as Luke pulled out then rolled to his
back. Tristan wore a soft smile on those incredible lips. “You’re amazing.”

Luke grinned. He had
no idea. Touching his jaw lightly,
he said, “Let me
clean up and I’ll be right back. Do you need anything?”

“Only you.”

His words did
inconceivable things to him. He nodded and quickly went to the bathroom.
Wasting no time, he returned to the bed in less than a few seconds. Tristan
hadn’t m
oved. He stared at the ceiling, an expression
of pure, satiated bliss on his face.

Luke climbed in beside
him and drew up the covers. Tristan adjusted his arms and pulled him to his
side. It was amazing how perfectly Luke fit in the crook of his arm.

He th
ought they’d talk about it, but they didn’t. They merely
laid in silence and enjoyed the moment. Tristan’s finger’s traced over his
bicep, a seemingly unconscious caress, and Luke shut his eyes, resting his face
on his chest.
This
was what he’d always been
missing.

Tristan awoke in the
dark, taking only a second to recall where he was. The side of his body Luke
was curled around was burning up. The rest of his body was freezing. The fire
had gone out and Luke slept peacefully beside him. O
f
course he did. He had all the covers.

Trying not to disturb
him, he found a corner of blanket and tugged. Luke grumbled in his sleep and
Tristan stilled. He was a fucking ox and the blankets weren’t budging.

“Luke,” he whispered,
but the man didn’t move
. “Luke.”

“Hmm.”

He smiled. “You’re
hogging the covers. It’s fucking freezing.”

Luke’s chest rose as
he drew in a deep breath. Without a word, he shifted. Lifting the covers,
wrapping a big arm around Tristan’s chest, he drew him into the heat of his
body.
Stubble dragged over his shoulder and warm lips
pressed into his skin. “I’ll keep you warm.”

Tristan blinked,
fighting the strange sensation of tears prickling his eyes. How had he gotten
here? Never in his life did he imagine this was where last night wo
uld lead.

The emotional
realization was cut short as Luke made an indignant grunt and flexed his hips,
almost playfully. His cock nudged his backside. “You woke me up,” he mumbled
against Tristan’s shoulder. “I’m horny. Wanna fuck?”

Tristan’s breath caugh
t at the basic statement, said with a level of ease he
never expected from Luke. “Sure.”

The bed squeaked as
Luke turned. The sound of a zipper buzzed through the quiet cabin followed by
the shred of foil tearing. A soft click rent the air and then Luke’s
body was crowding his back again.

Strong hands dragged
over his thigh and caught him below the knee, lifting his legs as Luke pressed
close. The heat of Luke’s cock fit in the crack of his ass as his hand reached
around and cupped his dick. Tristan pressed
into his
palm and sighed as Luke’s fingers curled around him and stroked slowly.

His hips ground into
him and after a few minutes Luke rose to his knees. Tristan squinted through
the darkness. Blue shadows from the moon pooled through the curtain casting
dappled silver highlights on his skin.

Eyes never leaving
him, Luke’s fingers found his ass and teased. Firm hands gripped his calf and
lifted it to his shoulder while Tristan’s other leg rested on the mattress just
outside of Luke’s knees. He licked two o
f his fingers
then wedged them into his ass. Tristan arched as he fucked them into his tight
hole.

“You like that?”

“God, yeah.” That
might be an understatement.

“You want my cock.”

His skin pricked with
excitement. “Yes.”

“Beg me for it.”

Lifting a brow,
he grinned at the ballsy bastard, but appeased him anyway.
“Please put that big cock in me, Luke. I need it, need to feel your hard body
pounding into mine.”

His teeth flashed
white in the darkness and Tristan’s leg stretched as Luke bent forward. The
blun
t end of his dick nudged his opening and he
sucked in a fast breath. Luke was enormous in every sense of the word.

His body relaxed and
he pushed back into him, and their bodies united as one. Such fullness. He
sighed and Luke’s labored breath panted out o
f him,
fingers flexing on his calf.

“Can I be rough?”

“Be you. I can take
it.”

His hips drew back in
a slow glide and snapped forward, filling him to the hilt. Flesh smacked
against flesh and Tristan grabbed his own cock. His hand jerked hard over his
own
length as Luke slammed into him again. This time
was fast and furious and he loved seeing Luke on the brink of savage.

His name whispered
over his lips. “Luke.”

“That’s it. Say my
name.”

Rapid thrusts pumped
into him and he was out of his head with lust. A
gain
and again he called Luke’s name, the word torn between a curse and a prayer.
His hand moved faster as his body tightened.

Luke lifted Tristan’s
other leg bringing them both to his sides. His strength was impressive. He held
him wide and the first jet
s of hot come tunneled out
of Tristan’s cock and over his stomach. Luke growled and pounded into him. He
was an untamed animal and Tristan couldn’t get enough.

His head kicked back
and he shouted. “I fucking love being inside of you.”

Tristan’s insides fle
w apart as Luke’s body locked over his in the rawest
display of masculine beauty he’d ever seen. His cock pulsed deep inside of him
and he collapsed, catching his weight at the last moment on those strong arms.
He breathed hard.

“Look at me,” Luke
demanded
and Tristan focused through the darkness,
finding those sharp blue eyes, intense with something unnamable. “I’m in love
with you.”

Holy shit. His body
went cold with a rush of fear, affection, and emotions he’d never experienced
before and had no name for
. All he could manage to do
was breathe.

“You don’t have to say
it back,” Luke quickly said. “But you have to know it. I won’t let you go.”

His brain was absolute
mush. It was too soon. This was all new to Luke. It wasn’t safe to trust his
confession right after such mind blowing sex. But he wanted to.

He wanted to believe
that this incredible man could love him, would take care of him and be
humble enough to let Tristan take care of him too. It was
a lot. Too much for this heady moment to handle. He gave the only reply he
could manage honestly. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Luke was a unique guy.
He liked manly things, shooting guns, th
e NFL,
horsepower, and red meat. But he also had softer sides Tristan suspected most
of the world missed when they saw him.

They’d stayed up the
rest of the night talking. Holding each other close and whispering about life.
They talked about Luke’s family
and the way he felt
he’d let them all down after his injury. He was supposed to be the McCullough’s
shining star in his mind and he’d burned out before age twenty-five.

They talked about his
decision to move out and his need for isolation. Tristan was sur
prised to learn he was the first person to actually break
through the cage Luke locked himself in.

There were parts of
Luke that were inherently sad, doubting, in a way Tristan knew only Luke could
figure out how to come to reconcile. Then there were funn
y parts too.

Luke teased him about
his southern drawl and Tristan admitted to never having ridden a horse in his
life and finding the nickname cowboy, quite amusing. Luke’s only reply was to
mimic his accent and say, “Well, I’m gonna ride your ass like Se
a Biscuit ’til the cows come home.”

They laughed and in
the morning, as the sun pressed its pink fingers through the veil of night,
they made love. Luke again took him, but this time gently, slowly, tenderly.
Tristan never wanted to leave that little cabin
in
the woods. He was afraid of how Luke would be once the outside world crept back
in.

Yes, he was falling in
love with him. There wasn’t much not to love. He was rough and had a cynical
outlook on the world, but Tristan saw the scared boy inside. All he
could do was hope that one day Luke would love
himself
enough to let go of
the anger and forgive himself for the things beyond his control.

When they had the
cabin cleaned and all traces of their visit removed, Luke carried his bag to
his truck. “Will I se
e you tonight?” Luke asked,
placing the bag on Tristan’s passenger seat.

“That’s up to you.”

Luke stepped close and
pressed his nose to his throat, breathing deep. “I want to,” he whispered.

“Maybe we could grab
dinner.”

Luke’s blue eyes moved
as he consid
ered the suggestion. “A date?”

“Yeah. Sort of.
Nothing wrong with two friends grabbing some food and beer.”

“All right. How about
I meet you at O’Malley’s at six?”

“Sounds like a plan.”
He turned and caught Luke’s mouth in a kiss, not knowing the next time
he’d have the opportunity.

Luke cupped his face
and pressed his lips hard to his. His hands held him by the jaw as they shut
their eyes and breathed each other in. “Thank you,” Luke whispered and Tristan
felt his gratitude down to his soul.

Yeah. He love
d him. Someone had to. He was too much man wrapped up in
too many knots to handle it on his own.

He kissed the corner
of Luke’s mouth. “Thank
you.
” Stepping back, he said, “I’ll see you
at six.”

On the way home his
phone buzzed. He frowned when he didn’t
recognize the
number. “Hello?”

“Tristan?”

“Speaking.”

“It’s
Sheilagh…McCullough.”

“Hey, baby girl.
What’s up?”

“How was your trip?”

“Great. How you
doin’?”

“I’m good. Bored.”

“Not gettin’ into
trouble, I hope.”

She laughed. Now that
he was dating Luke, he
thought it was sort of sweet
the way his little sister looked up to him. Sort of like he had a little sister
of his own.

“No. Not getting into
trouble. I…um…wanted to know if you knew anything about cars.”

“What do you need?”

“The cooling belt
broke on my
truck. I can take it to the mechanics,
but he’ll charge me—”

“Nah, don’t go to a
mechanic for something as simple as that. What kind of car you got? I’ll swing
into town and pick up a belt. I could probably have you up and running sometime
today.”

“Really?
That’d be great.”

“Hey, what are friends
for?”

He loved the idea of
having a reason to pop over to Luke’s neck of the woods. He was doing Sheilagh
a favor so there was no guilt about using her as an excuse. This way, he got to
see Luke and everybody won.

He found the belt
Sheilagh needed at the auto parts store. Thirteen dollars later and he was on
his way up McCullough Mountain. As he pulled onto the long driveway leading up
to the big house, his eyes spotted Luke’s truck parked by the barn.

He parked on
the side where there was no mistaking his vehicle and
wished he could somehow let Luke know he was there. The front door of the big
house sprung open and Sheilagh came prancing out, a great big smile spread on
her face.

He grabbed the bag
with the belt an
d climbed out. “What are you all
dressed up for?” She wore a pale lemon colored dress with a sweet little white
cardigan to match the ribbon tied in her hair.

“Nothin’. Just felt
like lookin’ pretty.”

He grinned. “Well, you
sure managed to accomplish that.
”

Her face flushed and
she blinked at him, lips still parted in the same smile that hadn’t left her
face. “Did you get the belt?”

“Yup.” He held up the
bag.

“How much do I owe
you? My purse is inside.”

He shook his head.
“Not a thing.”

“Tristan, I’ll give
you the money. You’re probably saving me, like, fifty bucks
anyway.”

“Nope. Your family’s
been good to me. It’s my pleasure to give somethin’ back. Now, where’s this
car?”

She led him over to a
dated Blazer. “That’s a lot of truck for a small thing like yo
urself.”

“I don’t mind big.”

He glanced over his
shoulder and shot her a sidelong glance. She grinned wickedly. “No wonder they
call you Shei-Devil.”