Iced Out (The Cowboy Gangster)

CHAPTER 1

“Hold still.” Axel fussed with the tuxedo jacket, straightening the lapel, smoothing away creases and wrinkles. Clint fidgeted, a disgruntled look on his face. “Stop,” Axel smiled. “It’s not like you haven’t worn a tux before.”

Clint mumbled under his breath and shifted again.

“You better get comfortable,” Axel said. “On the day of the wedding, you’re going to have to wear it all day.”

“Tell me again why I’m wearing it now?”

“Because,” Axel exaggerated the pronunciation, “it’s called a fitting. We need to make sure it fits right before the wedding day.”

“That’s weeks away.”

“I know. We don’t want to wait until the last minute.”

The corner of Clint’s mouth twitched. “What if I get fat between now and then? All this will be for nothing.”

Axel chuckled. “That won’t happen.”

“How do you know? Maybe I’ll go on a donut binge.”

Shaking his head, Axel grinned. “Doesn’t matter. I know how to keep you… fit.”

Tilting his head down, Clint raised one eyebrow. “How’s that?”

“Like I need to tell you.” Axel met his jade eyes, feeling the tingle behind his belly button that only the cowboy could inspire. “It’s a daily—and nightly—routine.”

“Tell me anyway,” Clint spoke low, his deep southern drawl crawling to the surface to scratch every nerve in Axel’s body.

Axel swallowed as beads of sweat spontaneously sprouted over his skin from head to toe. “We should finish the fitting.” His words rasped in his throat.

“You can talk while you fit.”

Pursing his lips, Axel forced back a smile. “I’m not so sure of that.”

“You’re talking now.”

“That’s different.”

“Don’t think so.”

Axel laughed softly. “You’re very stubborn. No wonder it’s taken so long to get you to the altar.”

“Don’t change the subject,” Clint growled with a sexy drawl. “Tell me how you’re gonna keep my body… hard.”

Axel possessed no defenses against the cowboy when he decided to pluck Axel’s strings and make him sing. “Well…” Axel touched his fingertip to the center of Clint’s chest and drew slow circles, loosening a couple of shirt buttons. “I could ride you hard… and put you up wet.”

Clint chuffed. “You’re not supposed to do that. After a hard ride, a good cowboy will rub down his mount.”

“I can do that.” Axel worked open the top half of his shirt and splayed his hands on the cowboy’s thick chest. He raised his eyes to Clint’s face, a dark smile playing on his lips. “Should I show you?”

Drawing a deep breath, Clint held it for a beat, then let it out on a controlled exhale. “You better… or I might have an accident in my spiffy suit pants.”

The tingle in Axel’s belly button trickled into his loins, igniting a heat that spread through his groin and down his thighs. His member, already heavy, hardened in a flash. Thankfully, Hope was next door with Zoe, and Luke was at the park with Ash and Tae.

The house was theirs for whatever nefarious reasons they might conjure.

Axel peeled the tux jacket off Clint’s shoulders, laying it aside. He loosened the remaining shirt buttons and removed the garment, placing it on top of the jacket. Clint watched him silently, eyes heated.

With a light push, Axel shoved Clint onto the bed.

He caught himself with his elbows, his mouth twitching, as Axel proceeded to remove his pants.

The cowboy’s black boxer briefs left nothing to the imagination, his massive erection straining the cotton threads.

A tiny wet spot was already forming, a black glistening patch on the dark fabric.

Axel zeroed in on that wet spot, shoved Clint’s legs apart, and crawled forward. His thumbs dug into the cowboy’s inner thighs, sliding firmly along the hard muscles. Clint’s stomach quivered as Axel’s mouth grazed his crotch. His abs—and cock—jumped when Axel licked the damp underwear.

“Uuhhh…” Clint dropped his head back between his shoulder blades and raised his hips as Axel sucked his cock through the cotton barrier. “Fuck…”

“Mmmm…” Axel hummed around his member, sucking precum through the fabric.

The taste of his cowboy ignited a wildfire in his loins.

His erection swelled, causing an ache to web through his balls.

He raised his head, panting slightly, and tugged down the front of Clint’s briefs, releasing his cock.

Seconds later, he deep-throated the cowboy’s hard dick, vigorously thrusting his mouth up and down the shaft.

“Uh!” Clint ground his elbows into the mattress, hips pumping. “Fuck.”

Axel pulled the underwear further down, enough to grab a handful of the cowboy’s balls. He rolled the hard orbs between his fingers, massaging and tugging the firm sack as he swallowed his lover’s cock on each downstroke.

“Jesus!” Clint’s breath caught sharply, eyes pinching. He gouged the comforter, dragging the blanket into his tight fists as he pushed harder into Axel’s mouth, deeper down his throat. “Uuhh… fuck…”

Axel felt the pulse rolling through Clint’s shaft, the tightening of his balls—he was close.

He typically had more staying power, but he tended to lose it more quickly when he was in Axel’s mouth.

While fucking, the cowboy could often get a couple of orgasms from Axel before losing it himself.

A thorough blow job, though, made him give it up much faster.

“Fuck…” Clint gasped, voice tight. “I’m gonna cum…”

That was fine; Axel didn’t mind pitching this time. Inside the cowboy was his favorite place to be.

Clint growled—a deep, gravelly sound rumbling up from his chest—then grunted, hips snapping, and shot his load down Axel’s throat. A hard shudder swept through the cowboy, and he grabbed Axel’s head, fucking through the waves of the orgasm. Axel didn’t let up, sucking every drop out of him.

“Fucking hell…” Clint groaned, sagging against the bed.

Sitting up on his heels, Axel smiled and wiped his mouth, savoring the cowboy’s flavor. His jeans were uncomfortably tight in the crotch, with visible damp patches around the zipper.

Inhaling deeply, Clint sat forward and grabbed the front of Axel’s pants. “Your turn to get off,” he growled against Axel’s throat. “How do you want it? Suck or fuck?”

His breath shuddering as Clint raked his stubble across his sensitive skin, Axel swallowed hard. “Fuck.” He leaned back, cupped Clint’s face, and kissed him with overwhelming hunger and need. “Turn over,” he panted into his mouth. “I want your cowboy ass.”

Clint chuckled and flipped onto his stomach without argument.

Axel hooked his fingers under the waistband of the briefs and dragged them down the cowboy’s legs and off his feet, then shoved his legs apart.

He stood at the end of the bed, admiring the view as he stripped off his shirt and went for his jeans.

He was halfway out of his Levi’s when his cell phone rang.

Shit. Now? Really?!

Axel considered ignoring it, but changed his mind when he saw it was a video call from Luke. He hurriedly yanked up his jeans, the front still open as he answered the call. “Luke—”

“Dad!” The boy’s face appeared on screen, streaked with tears—and his nose bleeding.

“Luke, what happened?” Axel’s stomach clenched as all thoughts of sex died in an instant.

“Dad! They took him!” Luke cried, his voice breaking.

Clint came up off the bed in a flash and grabbed the phone. “Took who?”

“Tae!” Luke choked on his cries. “They just grabbed him and TOOK him!”

“Who?” Clint demanded.

“I-I don’t know. They just showed up and started… started asking about his papers.” Luke sobbed.

“What happened to you?” Clint stared at his son’s bloody face. “What the fuck happened?”

“They hit me—when I tried to stop them from taking Tae.”

“Where’s Ash?”

“He… He’s here. They hit him and knocked him down when he started filming them with his phone. He’s on the phone with Cochise now.”

“We’re coming,” Clint said, his words grinding against one another. He thrust the phone back to Axel and rushed to dress.

“Wait there,” Axel told Luke. “We’ll be there in just a few minutes.” He reluctantly ended the call and grabbed his shirt. Neither he nor Clint spoke as they left the bedroom.

The back door banged open as they reached the kitchen. Cochise stepped inside, and the air in the room seemed to compress around him. “Tae—”

“We just got the call from Luke,” Clint said, breath quick. “Let’s go.”

The three of them moved as one body out the door and into Cochise’s SUV. The park was barely a breath away in their quiet neighborhood, the tires barely having time to hum against asphalt before they were screeching to a halt at the curb.

“Dad!” Luke ran to Clint, throwing himself into the cowboy’s arms, crying. “They took him… we tried to stop them… but they wouldn’t let him go!”

Cochise went to Ash and hugged him, checking his scuffed face. “Did they head back toward the city?”

Ash nodded, tears streaming. “I-I got them on video.”

“Their faces?”

“Yes… Kind of. They were wearing masks. And… And the car they were driving.” He showed his phone to Cochise.

“How long ago did they leave?” Cochise asked.

“Ten or fifteen minutes,” Ash said. “Right before I called.”

Cochise showed the video to Clint, who dug out his phone and made a call.

“Cruz? I need your help now.” He quickly explained the situation.

“Head out this way. Bring two or three cars. I’m sending you a video.

If you see the car in the video—a black Dodge Durango—stop it.

Do not let it get past you. Be advised, Cochise’s son is inside, so don’t ram it.

” When he hung up, Clint nodded at Axel. “Take the boys home.”

“What’s gonna happen to Tae?” Luke sobbed.

“Nothing,” Cochise replied, his words chilled. “We’ll get him back.” He looked at Ash, then hugged him again. “That’s a promise.”

“Go,” Clint told Axel as he and Cochise headed back to the SUV. “Get them home and stay there.”

The SUV’s door slammed shut, sealing them in. Cochise threw the vehicle into drive before Clint had even fully pulled his door closed. The tires bit into the pavement, and they surged forward, leaving the park and the boys behind in a wake of grim silence.

Axel motioned to the two boys. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s go home.”

“We were so scared,” Ash whispered. “We didn’t know what to do.”

“Recording them was the best thing to do. Maybe their faces were covered, but we know what kind of car they’re driving. Clint and Cochise will find them and bring Tae home.”

“Were they cops?” Luke asked with a note of fear.

“Something like that,” Axel mumbled, his blood boiling. Or rather, the Gestapo.

You fuckers just made the worst and last mistake of your lives.

Axel felt not a shred of pity for what would become of the men who abducted Tae.

They fucked around one too many times—now they were about to find out.