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“I am. Oh, it hurt to hear JT say that. I mean I don’t want to think he really feels that way about me, but I figured out even before I quit the circuit, he’s the one who’s wrong. Not me.” There was a slight hesitation in Tyler’s voice.

  Shutting the door, he walked around and got in the truck.

  “Ask me, Tyler,” he ordered as he started the vehicle and pulled out of the parking lot.

  “Why me?” Tyler gestured over his shoulder at the rapidly disappearing fairgrounds. “Why choose me when you could have a guy like JT, flashy and exciting?”

  “That’s it, Tyler. What I had with JT was hot sex, but nothing else. I need stability and calm. I need control, and you give me that.” Reaching over, he clasped Tyler’s hand in his. “When we make love, there’s heat, passion and fireworks. You also bring a quiet understanding to the rest of our relationship. Excitement has its place. I would have grown tired of the drama he creates every day in his life and I would have bored him to tears. Besides, you’re way cuter than JT,” he teased.

  He relaxed more when Tyler laughed.

  “I guess I’m still a little insecure about us. I’ve never had a real boyfriend or partner before. Just some one-night stands that were over before they even began.”

  Ren understood. He’d only been deeply involved with one man and that was when he was in the Army. They parted ways when he was discharged. That relationship was where he learned how he liked his sex. When he got home, he didn’t go looking for anyone to love or settle down with. He was too busy trying to heal his mind.

  He’d noticed Tyler and thought the younger man was attractive, but he couldn’t waste energy making a friendship work, much less anything serious.

  “Don’t think you’re the only insecure one here,” he said. As confident as he was in his ability to give Tyler what he wanted or needed during sex, he wasn’t sure about being what the younger man needed during the non-sex part. “I can’t help but wonder what you see in an old horse breeder with a ton of mental baggage.”

  “You’re not old,” Tyler protested. “You’re gorgeous, but more than looks, what attracted me to you was your strength and confidence. You’ve always known who and what you are. That amazes me and turns me on.”

  Ren shot Tyler a look and the hint of a blush on his lover’s face caught in the headlights of a passing care. He purred softly. “You’re going to let me tie you up.”

  He was aroused by the idea of Tyler submitting to him.

  “One of the guys I used to see every once in a while was into it and I found I liked it. At times, I need it. I came close to creaming my jeans when you talked about tying me up.” Tyler’s voice shook a little and he seemed more nervous than embarrassed by it.

  “How serious have you played?” Ren turned into the Lazy N’s driveway.

  “A little bondage. A little spanking. Nothing else.”

  He parked Tyler’s truck next to his and shut it off. Reaching out, he stopped Tyler from leaving the cab.

  “My one serious relationship liked to play rough once in a while.” He lifted a shoulder. “I could take it or leave back then, but now I find I need to have control over any situation I’m in. I will promise you I won’t go any further than you allow me. If you don’t want to do it, then tell me. It won’t change how I feel about you.”

  He cradled the back of his lover’s head and brought their lips together. Tyler whimpered, trying to press closer. One last nibble on Tyler’s bottom lip before he sat back.

  “Let’s get the horses taken care of and then we’ll go play.”

  Tyler nodded. Ren joined him in the front of the vehicle and they made their way to the barn. With the two of them working together, the feeding was done quickly. Ren kept Tyler thinking about what was to come by rubbing against his lover’s lean body every chance he got. He pinched Tyler’s firm ass and squeezed his prick.

  When the last horse was fed and everything locked up tight, he gave Tyler a push toward the main house. “Get some stuff and follow me back to my house.”

  Tyler didn’t speak, just headed off. Ren leaned against his truck and stared up at the twinkling stars. A flash of light streaked through the sky. After making a wish, he chuckled. Silly childhood habit, but it was one he didn’t plan on breaking. His phone rang. Pulling it out, he checked the number.

  “Hey, Isaiah.”

  “Ren. How’s things going?” Isaiah sounded tired.

  His younger brother’s work as a veteran’s advocate, dealing with the government and troubled veterans was tiring. It wasn’t like his brother didn’t have his own issues to take care of.

  “Good. I’m waiting for Tyler to grab a bag and we’re heading back home.” He looked up when he heard a door slam shut.

  Isaiah chuckled. “Why don’t you move in together?”

  “Whose house? I don’t think Tyler’s dad is ready for me to be spending the night. With you and Keith, that’s a lot of people in our house.” He climbed in the cab, waving a hand to Tyler.

  “Keith won’t be moving back. We both know he doesn’t love the horses or the ranch like you do. I travel so much, I’m hardly ever home. The old house is big enough for the two of you.”

  He drove out to the road, mostly by instinct because he was seriously considering what Isaiah suggested.

  “We’ve only been together a couple of months. It might be too soon for that sort of commitment.” He couldn’t help thinking about it though.

  “Right. I’ve seen your face, Ren. If Tyler isn’t the right man for you, I don’t think that person exists.” Isaiah sighed. “Think about it. I’ll be home day after tomorrow.”

  “Be careful and I’ll talk to you soon.” He shut his phone and tossed it on the seat next to him.

  The headlights from Tyler’s truck shined in Ren’s rearview mirror. He remembered how insecure Tyler had seemed earlier. Would asking him to move in help make the younger man relax?

  Ren frowned. All this relationship stuff was a pain sometimes. An image of Tyler spread underneath him formed in his mind and Ren decided the trouble just might be worth it. He spent the rest of the drive home thinking about what he was going to do to Tyler.

  He got out and stood on the porch, waiting for Tyler to join him before he went inside. Tossing his keys and hat on the table in the entry, he rested his hand at the small of Tyler’s back and moved them to his bedroom.

  Shutting the door, he grabbed Tyler and pinned the younger man to it. Tyler’s hat and bag fell to the floor when he buried his hands in Ren’s hair. Their lips crashed together and Ren thrust his tongue inside Tyler’s mouth, asking Tyler to play. Tyler allowed Ren control of the kiss and Ren growled. He’d missed playing like this. Control wasn’t something he needed to get off, but it drove him closer to the edge faster.

  Trailing kisses along Tyler’s jaw and neck, Ren untucked his lover’s T-shirt from his jeans. He slid his hand up under the fabric, over smooth muscles and lightly furred chest. He found what he was looking for, two small, hard nipples.

  Tyler arched off the door when Ren scraped a thumbnail over one hard nub. Ren leaned closer, pushing Tyler back and wedging his thigh between Tyler’s legs.

  “Don’t move,” he commanded.

  The soft whimper issued from Tyler’s tanned throat made Ren’s cock twitch. Fuck. Tyler was going to be beautiful tied to his bed. Reaching down with his other hand, Ren grasped Tyler’s hip and started rocking him against Ren’s thigh.

  “I thought I couldn’t move.” Tyler’s dazed eyes met Ren’s.

  “You’re not moving. I’m moving you.”

  “Semantics.”

  “Shit. If you can remember what that word means, I’m not doing something right.”

  Letting go, he moved away. Tyler tried to follow him.

  “No, stay right there.”

  Ren went to the nightstand next to his bed, digging around until he found what he was looking for. He grinned and turned to show Tyler the leather cock ring. A full body shudder rocked Tyler.
r />   Sitting on the bed, he gestured for Tyler to come and stand in front of him. Opening Tyler’s jeans, he pushed them down along with his underwear, revealing Tyler’s erection. Ren admired the hard prick with its flushed head and glistening slit. He swiped a finger through the pre-come coating the glans and sucked it clean.

  Holding Tyler’s cock in his hand, Ren pumped a few times before he fastened the ring around Tyler’s cock and balls. As the leather snapped shut, Tyler gasped.

  “Wow.”

  Ren fondled Tyler, sucking just the head of his lover’s cock into his mouth. Tyler’s hips jerked and shoved the hot flesh deeper. Shaking his head, Ren pulled away.

  “Strip and climb in bed. Lie on your back with your legs spread.”

  Tyler did as Ren ordered and the sight of Tyler’s naked, pale ass offered so perfectly when Tyler climbed up caused Ren to reach out and smack one of those firm cheeks. A red mark appeared and Tyler froze.

  “Did you like that?” He landed another solid hit to Tyler’s other cheek and now there were matching prints. “Do you want me to stop?”

  He had to ask, even though every instinct told him to stretch Tyler out over his lap and spank him until Tyler begged to come. Tyler’s answer was shaky, but Ren could hear the need and lust in Tyler’s voice.

  “No.”

  It was the need in Tyler’s tone that changed his mind. Ren got naked and sat back down on the edge of the bed.

  “Change of plans, babe. I’ll tie you up some other time. Come here and lie over my lap.”

  Tyler eyed him uneasily, but didn’t protest. Ren helped bend his lover’s golden body over his knees, trapping Tyler’s bound cock between his thighs. Ren rubbed his hand over Tyler’s ass and slipped a finger down Tyler’s crease to tease his hole. Tyler moaned and rocked against him.

  “I won’t do anything you don’t feel comfortable doing, Tyler. At any time you want me to stop, just say the word and I will.” He scratched along Tyler’s spine with his nails.

  “Do I need a safe word?”

  He thought for a second. “Let’s have one just in case.”

  Glancing over his shoulder, Tyler smiled. “Bubbles.”

  Bubbles? There was a story behind that. He’d have to ask about it later. “Bubbles it is.”

  His first slap hitting flesh rang out and Tyler’s head dropped forward. He heard a grunt come from the smaller man.

  “I want to hear you, Tyler, but you won’t be coming until I say you can.”

  “Okay.”

  Ren struck again on the other cheek. Tyler’s skin turned the prettiest shade of red. With each slap, Tyler’s cries grew louder and more desperate. His lover rocked into each blow and recoiled afterward, thrusting his cock between Ren’s legs.

  He fell into a rhythm, alternating cheeks and thighs. When the inside part of his own thighs were coated with Tyler’s pre-come and Tyler sobbed, begging to come, Ren decided it was time. Of course, he was dangerously close to his own climax, but he wanted to come in Tyler’s ass.

  Rolling Tyler off his lap and onto the sheets, he chuckled as Tyler raised his abused flesh off the fabric.

  “Come.”

  In one motion, he sucked Tyler down to the root and flicked open the ring holding Tyler’s climax at bay.

  Tyler screamed and hot, bitter come flooded Ren’s mouth. He swallowed as quickly as possible, not wanting to miss a drop. He sucked and licked until Tyler quit coming. Leaving a gentle kiss on Tyler’s hip, he moved away.

  “Hands and knees.”

  While his lover got into position, Ren searched out the lube. God. He wanted in that body. Slicking his fingers, he reached out and brushed his hand over the burning flesh presented to him.

  Tyler sobbed and pushed back. “Ren.”

  “Next time I’m putting a plug in so you’ll be nice and stretched for me.”

  The flush along Tyler’s back let Ren know his lover liked that idea. He slid one finger in to the knuckle and twisted, trying to find Tyler’s gland. He was going to come again on Ren’s cock.

  “So hot,” he murmured. “So tight.”

  One finger to start with. Soon he thrust two fingers in, relaxing Tyler’s hole. When he could fit three in without too much resistance, he removed them.

  “No,” Tyler pleaded.

  Ren squeezed more lube in his hand and slicked up his prick. He smacked Tyler’s ass again, making him jump.

  “I’m not going to be gentle, Tyler.”

  “Just fuck me.” Tyler rested his head on his arms and canted his hips, giving Ren all the permission he needed.

  Gripping Tyler’s waist, Ren lined his cock with Tyler’s hole and slammed home. Both men cried out. Control breaking, Ren pumped in and out of Tyler, hard and fast.

  Tyler shouted when Ren found the right angle to nail Tyler’s gland with every slide inside. His lover rocked back, meeting him stroke for stroke. The smell of sex and sweat filled the air along with their grunts and moans.

  “Gonna come,” Tyler warned.

  “Do it.” Ren plunged into Tyler’s inner channel, sending Tyler over.

  “Shit.” Tyler arched his back.

  Ren couldn’t make any noise. Every thought in his head disappeared as Tyler clenched around his cock and demanded every drop of his spunk from him. His climax shot through his body and he exploded, spilling into Tyler with a shout.

  When Ren could breathe again, he eased out of Tyler. The younger man didn’t make a sound. Sliding up next to Tyler, he found his lover asleep and laughed.

  “Poor baby.” He placed a kiss on Tyler’s forehead and rolled off the bed.

  He wandered to the bathroom, cleaned up and grabbed a warm, damp cloth plus some lotion for Tyler’s ass.

  After taking care of his lover, he returned the cloth to the bathroom. He walked through the house, checking the locks and alarms while wondering what asking Tyler to move in would mean.

  For ten years, it had been him and his brothers. His parents moved down to Arizona, leaving the ranch to the three of them, but everyone knew it was Ren’s.

  He ran a hand through his hair. He’d talk to Keith before he made any decision. Even though his youngest brother made it clear he wouldn’t stay at the family spread, it was only respectful to talk to him about it.

  Slipping under the covers, he cuddled Tyler close. His eyes drifted shut and he hoped he’d make it through the night without waking up.

  Chapter Ten

  Tyler rolled over and winced as his ass hit the sheets. Fuck, he was sore. His mind drifted for a second as he tried to remember why it would be. Embarrassment caused him to tense.

  Was there something wrong with him that he got off on being spanked? Just thinking about it made him hard. He shifted to his side, causing Ren’s erection to rub against his ass.

  Ren patted Tyler’s stomach and murmured, “You’re thinking too hard.”

  “My thinking isn’t the only thing that’s hard,” he teased.

  “You feel like doing something about it?”

  Tyler shivered as the blunt head of Ren’s prick bumped Tyler’s hole. He pushed back and it slid in a little.

  “Easy there, babe.” Ren held Tyler’s hips, stopping his movement. “Let me get some slick. You’re still pretty stretched from last night, but the lube will make it smoother.”

  “Hurry.”

  He cringed inside. God, he sounded like a slut, but what did it matter? Ren knew he liked—no loved—having sex with him. Ren wouldn’t make fun of him.

  The warmth of Ren’s body disappeared for a few minutes while he looked for the lube. Tyler licked his hand and fisted his cock, pumping the way he liked. He ended each upstroke with a swipe of his palm over the sensitive head.

  “Fuck, you’re a stud.”

  Ren’s slick fingers breeched Tyler’s hole, ramming deep and hitting Tyler’s prostate.

  “Ah.” Tyler rocked between fucking his own hand and impaling himself on Ren’s fingers.

  He gasped as Ren’s
prick replaced the man’s fingers in Tyler’s ass. Ren hooked an arm around Tyler’s thigh, pushing it up and forward, allowing Ren to bury himself balls deep. He winced at the sting of Ren’s body slapping into his sore flesh.

  He tightened his grip on his shaft and clenched his muscles to drive Ren crazy. He reached back with his free hand and caressed Ren’s hip.

  “Love you,” Tyler whispered, caught up in the wave of passion burning over his nerves. It was passion disconnecting his mind from his tongue. He bit the offending muscle, hoping Ren was too busy fucking him to pay attention to what he said.

  Ren paused and Tyler held his breath. A gentle kiss was placed on the nape of his neck.

  “Me too.”

  He barely registered the words before Ren began reaming his ass. Hard and short. Quick and deep. Each stroke hit his gland, making him cry out. Tyler let go of his own cock and fisted the sheets in front of him.

  His climax exploding, Tyler came all over his stomach and Ren’s sheets. Two thrusts later, Ren bathed Tyler’s channel with his own come.

  “You’re going to kill me one of these days, love,” Ren muttered against Tyler’s shoulder.

  “We’ll probably die together.” He rolled over, ignoring the warm stickiness on his stomach, the sheets and his thighs.

  Ren wore a satisfied smile. “I hear it’s the way to go.”

  He grinned and hesitated.

  “What?” Ren brushed a finger over the frown on Tyler’s forehead.

  “Did you mean it?”

  When had he become so needy?

  “Yes. I love you, Tyler.” Ren was serious.

  “I love you too, but don’t you think it’s too soon? I mean we’ve only been seeing each other for a couple months. Maybe we’re confusing good sex with love.”

  He was babbling. He knew it, but couldn’t stop himself.

  “Maybe subconsciously you only like me because I look like JT.”

  Tyler snapped his mouth shut. Ren sighed and pushed up to lean against the headboard. He gestured for Tyler to sit next to him.

  “No matter how much you and JT look alike, Tyler, I could never love your brother. I was already bored with him by our second time together. It was a struggle with JT, always fighting for control and looking for attention.”