Chapter 1
Chapter One
Levi
“Remind me again why we came to a rodeo out in the middle of Podunk, Nowhere,” I grumble as we pull our trailer into the campground that’s housing all the out-of-town rodeo stars for the weekend.
“The prize money is insane,” Tripp reminds me, jumping out of the truck as soon as it stops.
I follow as he moves to settle up the trailer for the night, helping as we unhook it from the truck, get it leveled and secured, lower the jacks, and connect the power and water.
“And why is that, do you think?” I muse. “Like, I know some small towns are known for their rodeos, and they’ll be like big yearly events, but I’ve never heard of Blue River.” I frown. “Are you sure this is even legit? We didn’t come all the way out here for nothin’ did we?”
The idea, now that it was in my head, takes root as I mull it over.
Oregon has plenty of farmland and ranches, that’s true, but it’s not one of those states like Montana or Oklahoma that people associate with rodeos and farms and cowboys.
I’m starting to pout when Tripp grabs my hand and uses it as leverage, getting my body in front of his as he pushes me up against the trailer.
“Stop,” he says firmly, his green eyes sparkling, daring me to challenge him.
And oh, god, I’m tempted. Tripp knows exactly how to stop my spirals, exactly how to get me out of my head. And it always ends up being fun for both of us. My throat works as I reconsider. Well, not always. Sometimes it’s only fun for him.
And god, whatever he wants to dish out tonight—a spanking, orgasm denial, mind-blowing sex, forced oral, a hard mouth-fucking—the possibilities are all so appealing, but unfortunately, I have more pressing needs.
My stomach growls as if to prove my point and my cheeks flame with embarrassment.
Tripp just smiles. “Right. We need to get cleaned up, get settled, and get some food in us first.”
I nod, not sure whether to be relieved or disappointed, and even though his intentions seem to have changed, Tripp doesn’t move, his body still boxing me in.
In fact, he steps closer. “We have things to do, boy, but if you don’t have a better attitude by the time we’re done…” He smirks. “Well, I think you know what will happen.”
He backs up and as I move away, he smacks my ass hard. My question is answered. A spanking at the very least. Am I in the mood for that? It won’t matter if I can't pull it together.
Tripp is more than just my rodeo partner, he’s my best friend, my longtime lover, my rock, and my Daddy Dom.
“Got it,” I mumble, ignoring the ache in my ass as I pull open the trailer door.
A cold beer is calling my name, but I haven’t eaten since lunch and that won’t fly on an empty stomach, so I chug a water, use the bathroom, brush my teeth and change my shirt before stepping out of the tiny bathroom so that Tripp can do the same.
Thinking I’d heat something up for dinner, I pull open the small refrigerator to check the contents. Tripp steps in front of me, now wearing a new shirt and smelling like he’d put on fresh cologne.
I sniff the air appreciatively and raise my eyebrows. He knows that scent drives me crazy. What is he up to?
“Come on,” he says, closing the fridge. “Let’s go out to dinner. There’s a diner I want to check out. And on the way, while you’re sucking my cock on the drive, I’ll tell you all about the history of Blue River and why they’re having a rodeo with insane prize amounts.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I gulp hard, my cheeks already flaming red at the thought of blowing him while we cruise down winding back roads.
Tripp
As soon as we get in the truck, Levi stays pressed against the window, as far away from me as he could possibly be. That won’t do. I raise my eyebrow and he blushes.
“Come here, boy.” So far, he isn’t being defiant, just needing a little extra encouragement.
When I beckon, he slowly slides across the seat so that he’s sitting next to me, but makes no other moves as I start the truck and pull out of the campground.
“I told you what I wanted.” I wait, giving him another chance to comply.
“What if someone sees? That’s not exactly a good look. We could get kicked out of the rodeo, and lose a chance at all that money.”
I frown. He’s being extra argumentative today.
“What someone?” I wave at the empty road.
The campground is about fifteen miles outside town, the highway flanked by farmland on both sides.
“The only ones around to see are the cows and horses, and they’re not going to care, or even know what they’re looking at.
” I pause a beat then add, “Now get over here before I decide we need to turn around and have a talk back at the camper.”
That gets him moving, and he quickly slides closer, his hands working the buttons on my Levis. I’m not wearing boxers and my cock springs free in the truck cab, hard and ready.
“Damn, Daddy,” he breathes before angling himself to lay across the seat with his head down in my lap. A second before his lips close over the tip of my cock, he says, “Don’t forget, you promised to tell me about Blue River.”
I lean and grab a chunk of the skin beneath his bottom, pinching it through his jeans to send a warning. And then I start my story as his mouth encompasses me in its wet heat and his lean fingers wrap around my shaft.
“Blue River used to be Three Rivers,” I start, already distracted by the things his mouth is doing to me. Maybe this wasn’t a good plan, but he’s keeping his end of the bargain, so I’ll keep mine.
For now.
“And the town’s leadership, everyone from the school teachers to the cops and judges and lawyers were corrupt.
They were using the town's teens for their drug-and-sex-trafficking rings. And nobody could speak up. Those who did got framed, got blamed, ended up behind bars. And everyone who knew, didn’t know how deep it was.
They thought a bad cop or two, a teacher who was a little too friendly.
A judge that only saw law and order, not people.
They had no idea what was really going on. ”
He bobs his head, humming as he works his mouth up and down my thick cock, and the sound reverberates through my body. I grip the steering wheel harder, my knuckles turning white as I navigate the empty highway.
“Anyway, it all came to light a while back, and all the ones involved ended up in jail where they belong.”
His hand reaches beneath me, and he lightly tugs on my balls. My back goes ramrod straight, and I breathe deeply, trying to force myself to focus on the story I’m telling.
“Um… where was I?”
He chuckles and the sensations feel amazing.
“Oh right. All the bad guys went… to jail. Oh fuck, baby. That’s amazing. You suck Daddy’s cock so well.”
He lifts his head, pulling my cock free just long enough to grin up at me. “Thank you, Daddy. Keep going.” His eyes sparkle with mischief. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
I almost tell him to stop. But I don’t and he goes back to exactly what he’d been doing before, taking my cock even deeper into his throat until it tickles the back. One hand still grabs my balls, squeezing gently as he works me over with his mouth.
I suck in a breath. “The bad guys went to jail,” I say for the third time.
“And uh… the town had to rebuild. They got a new mayor. A team of mayors actually, a man and a woman. They ended up getting married. And uh… one of the people who had been set up by the police got out and started a recovery program for the teens whose parents had gone to jail. Independent living apartments with support programs and… all that. But uh… the town had been small to begin with. And now it was practically barren. So the new mayors tried to draw people in. Offering good jobs with bonuses and competitive pay. A lot of men showed up. And no women.”
He stops then, pulling away just enough that his lips are so close to my cockhead I can almost still feel them. “So it’s a town full of… just men.” His eyes narrow like he’s getting ready to protect his territory.
I laugh, able to do so now that I've been given a reprieve from all his sucking and licking and stroking.
“No. When the new mayors realized what had happened, they put out ads. In papers across the US, on radios, in the backs of magazines, you name it.”
“What did the ads say?” As if he realized he was too caught up in the story, he descends on my cock once again, sending a shiver down my spine as his lips close firmly around my thick shaft.
“It said…” I scoff, then moan as he sucks harder and tension racks my body as my orgasm tightens in my balls. I’m seconds away from coming. “Fuck,” I groan.
Levi pulls away, leaving me panting and ready. “What did the ad say?”
I open my eyes and lean forward to squint at him. “Are you serious right now?”
“You’re the one who wanted to tell me a story while I was giving you a blow job.” He pouts and I huff out a breath.
“Fine. Okay, it said…” I roll my eyes upward and frown as I try to remember when all I can really think about is the ache in my cock and how close I’d been to blowing my load down his throat. “Uh, it said…” I clear my throat, then recite the ad. “Come Meet the Blue River Beefcakes!
Small town seeking single women between the ages of eighteen and twenty-eight.
Free rent and paid stipend for the first six months.
Jobs readily available. Business loans offered with references.
Come check out our coastal haven. Plenty of hot, available, educated and established men for the picking. ”
“It did not!” Levi’s tone is scandalized.
I raise up a hand. “Scout’s honor, it did. Now get back to what you were doing, and I’ll tell you the part you’re really going to like.”
He frowns, looking disbelieving, but I just grin and wait until his lips wrap around my cock once more. I had an ulterior motive for coming here, aside from the ginormous prize pot.
My cock is still hard, but I’m no longer seconds away from orgasm, and we’re almost to our destination. Which means we’re almost to downtown, where there will be a lot more vehicles on the road.
Making an executive decision, I pull into a rest stop, and drive to the farthest parking spot away from the bathrooms.
When we stop, Levi doesn’t even glance up.
He had to have noticed but he trusts me.
With the truck in park, I lean my head back across the bench seat, jut my hips out, shoving my cock further down his throat, and wish desperately I had the right angle to face-fuck him right now.
But I don’t, so I focus on my story instead.
“So anyway, one of the first women to answer the ad is a matchmaker who gets here and realizes her ex-fiancé is the new sheriff. They get together and she tells him…” I trail off because I’m close to coming again and about to get to the good part.
I don’t want to risk him stopping, otherwise, we’ll be here all night.
So I close my eyes, tangle my hands in his short brown locks, and thrust my hips up and down, giving the best imitation of a face-fucking I can at the moment.
It works. His speed and intensity increase and my balls draw tight as my body goes rigid.
It feels like fire is running through my veins at lightning speed, and when he reaches further underneath me to massage my taint, it’s over.
“Holy shit, boy,” I bellow as I come, shooting my ropes of cum down his narrow throat. My vision is blurry, my hands are shaky, my mouth is dry and my breath is shallow.
Levi takes every last drop, then uses his tongue to clean me up, and puts my cock away for me when it’s softened. And then he sits up and curls into my side. “Finish the story, Daddy. What does she tell him?”
“Huh?” I’m still recovering and it takes me a minute to remember where I was.
“Oh right. So they get together and she tells him she wants to set up a matchmaking business in town and he says something to the effect of… You might have a hard time with that, since all the men that came here were paired up with each other.”
“It’s a town of gay men?” Levi does not seem excited by the prospect and I smother a smile, knowing how jealous he can be at times.
“Not exactly. She started the business anyway. And now, it’s becoming a town full of…” I pause and pull back to look at him before I finish my sentence. “...throuples.”
His eyes widen. His jaw drops. His gaze meets mine.
We’ve been looking for our third for a while now, but never met someone who was looking for more than a good time. We’ve had enough one-night stands. We’re looking for someone who fits into our life and wants to share it. And I have a feeling we’re about to find her.
I don’t say that, not wanting to get his hopes up.
He considers, his mouth twisting into a frown. “How will we know if we meet her if we’re only here for a couple days?”
“They say when you know, you know.”
He smirks. “They do say that, but I know you. So how are you going to know, and not talk yourself out of it?” He shakes his head.
I’d be offended, but I’ve been asking myself the same thing. So I answer as honestly as I can. “This is the last show of the season. So I figure, if we find anything that might be worth staying for, we stay.”
His eyebrows lift to his hairline, but he just nods, silent for a moment.
Then he asks, “What’s the sign you’re looking for?”
He knows me too well.
“If we meet her tonight, and if we win the competition.”
“Both things? And, not or?”
“Both things.”
“Well, then we’ll probably be back in Wyoming this time next week.”
I just shake my head, start the truck and pull back out onto the highway. We’re almost to town and I’m dying for a big juicy burger. And hoping for a hot little waitress to call ours.