Chapter 2
Ithink back to that first night in the communal showers. All the guys undressing around me, telling myself it was just bodies, just skin. Trying not to look. So scared of all that naked masculinity, so terrified of what it might unlock in me.
Well, I was right about that. It did unlock something. And now it’s loose and running wild.
Flynn watches me from the edge of the tub as I undress. Boots, shirt, jeans with a hole in the knee. He’s seen me naked plenty of times now, but he still watches with that same hungry attention.
“God, look at you,” he says when my boxers hit the floor, and my cock springs free. “All that hard work is paying off. You look different already.” He stands and pulls me toward him. “Stronger.”
He’s right. My shoulders are a little broader, my chest tighter. All that hauling and lifting is doing more than just wearing me out. He runs a hand over my stomach, my abs tensing under his touch.
“Not as strong as you,” I say, reaching for him, pulling his shirt over his head. That tall, lean body, the muscles in his arms and shoulders, the dark hair between his pecs. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of looking at him.
“You like a strong man, don’t you?” Flynn murmurs against my ear, nipping at the lobe. “Like us throwing you around a little. Pinning you down.”
“Maybe,” I say, my hands working his belt open.
His hands find my ass, squeezing hard. “I think so. I think you like it a lot.”
I sink to my knees and pull his jeans down with me. “Doing this here is such a stupid idea,” I say, looking up at him, my hands on the muscles of his thighs. He’s already hard, a dark line straining against his briefs.
“Yeah? Then why’s your mouth watering?” He hooks a thumb under the waistband and pulls them down, letting his cock slap against my cheek. “Hmm?”
My answer is to take him in deep, lips stretched wide around the thick shaft. He’s sweaty from the morning’s work. That deep, musky scent I’ve gotten embarrassingly addicted to.
Flynn looks down at me, his hand tangling in my hair. “Yeah. Get to work. Instead of questioning my brilliant ideas.”
I work him with my mouth and tongue, one hand wrapped around the base, the other cupping his sweaty balls, rolling them in my palm.
I’ve learned what he likes, what makes that breathy moan slip out of him.
He’s big, but I can take him down to the root.
I hold him there, nose pressed into that wiry dark hair, breathing him in, swallowing around him.
Not without gagging, of course, but I’ve learned to control it.
When I come up for air, there’s a string of spit connecting us. “Brilliant,” I say, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “That’s one word for it.”
“You got a better one?” He nudges my lips with the head of his cock, smearing my own saliva across them.
“Reckless. Stupid. Insane.” I open and take him back in.
He chuckles. “All true. But still brilliant.” He starts to thrust slowly, holding my head still.
“Look where we are. A real bathroom, Justin. A lot better than that concrete hellhole we have to use. There’s even some fancy oil.
” He gestures with his chin toward a bottle on the counter.
“You think Wade uses it to jerk off in here?”
I pull off him with a wet pop. “You’re really gonna talk about Wade jerking off when I have your dick in my mouth?”
“Fair enough.” He grins down at me. “But think about it. Single guy, middle of nowhere, a bunch of strays he has to keep in line, and no woman in sight. He’s gotta get it out somehow.”
My mind flashes to Wade. That weathered face, the strong jaw, those dark eyes that don’t miss a thing, the thick mustache, that damn cowboy hat he’s never without.
The way he fills a doorframe. I picture him standing right here, one hand braced on the sink, the other wrapped around a thick cock, stroking himself with focused intensity.
My own cock gives an inappropriate throb against my thigh. “Jesus, Flynn.”
“What?” Flynn laughs. “You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it. All that authority, all that control. Bet he’s a beast in the sack.” He tugs my hair. “Come on. Get up.”
He pulls me to my feet and turns me toward the tub. It’s already filling, steam rising off the water. He presses up against my back, that hard cock nestling between my cheeks, one arm locked across my chest.
“In you get,” he murmurs against my neck. “Let’s get you all clean before I make you dirty again.”
I step over the high rim and lower myself into the hot water.
A long, grateful sigh escapes me as I sink down.
The water stings my tired muscles in the best way, the heat seeping into my bones.
God, this feels good. Way better than standing in that concrete box with four other guys, the water going cold before I’ve even finished with the soap.
Flynn climbs in behind me, and I lean back against his chest. The water sloshes around us, rising higher now with both of us in it. His legs bracket mine, our feet tangled against the far end.
“Still think it’s a bad idea?” he asks, hands roaming my chest and stomach.
“I’m starting to reconsider.”
His cock is a hard presence against my lower back. “You have to trust me, Justin. My ideas work out pretty well for you.”
“Don’t push it,” I say.
His fingers find my nipples, pinching lightly. They harden instantly. “What would you rather be doing right now? Mending a fence in the sun with splinters in your hands?”
“No,” I admit, arching into his touch.
“Or… sitting in a nice hot bath, about to get fucked senseless by a handsome guy like me?”
“You’re a little too fond of yourself, you know that?”
He shifts under me, lifting my hips, the head of his cock nudging against my hole under the water. “You were saying?”
“I was saying,” I breathe, pushing back against him, “that you’re a genius.”
“That’s what I thought.” He reaches over the edge of the tub, grabs the bottle from the counter, and flips it open. Cedar fills the steamy air. He drizzles the oil down between my cheeks, and his finger follows, circling my hole, then pushing in to the knuckle.
“Fuck.” My head drops back against his shoulder.
“Mmm. Still puffy from last night,” he murmurs, working a second finger in. “Love that. Thinking about you walking around all day with my cum inside you.” He scissors his fingers, stretching me. “Or did Sam get a turn too?”
“Just a blowjob in his truck. That’s it.” I push back against his hand. “He’s not exactly reckless like you.”
“No. He’s more of a… ticking time bomb type.” He adds more oil, pushing a third finger in. “He was so rough on you that night. So angry at himself for wanting it. I’ve never liked the guy much, but watching him lose it on you was pretty fucking hot.”
“Yeah? You like sharing me?” I pant, pushing back against his hand. “Or do you want me all to yourself?”
“Why would I keep something this good all to myself?” He crooks his fingers, and I gasp as he hits that spot inside me. “I’m a generous guy.”
“Brilliant. Generous. Anything else?”
“Humble,” he says, and pulls his fingers free. His hands find my hips, lifting me slightly, and I feel the blunt head of his cock press against my stretched, slick hole. “Now sit.”
I sink down onto him inch by inch, and he lets out a low, shuddering groan as my ass swallows his full length. The water sloshes violently, spilling over the edge onto the tile floor.
“Easy,” he breathes. “Don’t want Wade coming back to a flooded bathroom.”
“Maybe don’t fill the tub so much next time,” I manage, hands gripping the sides, fully seated on him now, that deep, wonderful stretch of being stuffed full.
“Next time? I like the way you think.” He pulls me back against his chest, one hand finding my cock under the water, the other flat against my stomach, holding me in place. “Just sit like this for a minute. Let me feel you. Ahh, fuck. That’s good.”
I can feel him throb inside me. The warm water, the slick oil, the tight, full stretch of my ass around him. We stay like that for a long moment, not moving, just breathing together, the only sounds the gentle slosh of water and the distant lowing of cattle somewhere out in the fields.
It’s these moments that catch me off guard. Flynn never shuts up, but right now he’s completely still and quiet, holding me like he needs this as much as I do. He always says he’s not gay, just opportunistic, but his arms are wrapped around me a little too tight for that to be the whole truth.
“I could stay like this all day,” he murmurs against my hair.
“Me too,” I say. “If the water wasn’t going to get cold. And Wade wasn’t going to come back. And we weren’t supposed to be working.”
“So many pesky details.” He starts to move beneath me, a slow, lazy roll of his hips. “Don’t worry about them now.”
I moan and arch back against him. “Fuck.”
“Yeah. There it is.” He does it again, those small grinding movements keeping him buried deep, the head of his cock dragging against that spot with every lazy roll.
“My favorite sound.” His hand wraps around my cock under the water, stroking in that same lazy rhythm.
“That little gasp you make when I hit it just right. Sounds so innocent.” His lips brush my ear. “We both know you’re anything but.”
He’s right. The guy who drove up that dirt road four weeks ago, convinced he could work the gay out of himself, feels like a stranger now.
This is who I am. A guy who bends over for a ranch hand in a supply closet.
Who swallows a load in a parked truck on an empty road.
Who sits in Wade’s bathtub getting fucked while the water spills onto the tile floor.
“Harder,” I say, pushing back against him. “Don’t be gentle with me.”
“Wasn’t planning on it.” Flynn starts to move in earnest, one arm locking around my chest, the other gripping my hip, driving me up and down on his cock in long, deep strokes. The slap of my ass against his thighs echoes off the tile, the water churning around us, sloshing over the sides.
“Yeah, ride that dick. Show me how much you need it.”
I brace one hand on the edge of the tub, the other on his knee, and move with him, meeting every upward thrust. The angle is delicious, deep and penetrating. I feel every ridge and vein of him dragging against my walls, stretching me wide.
He’s panting against my neck. “God, your ass is perfect. Made for this. Fucking made for taking cock.”
I love it when he talks like that. Like the thing I spent years being ashamed of is something to be proud of.
Something to be greedy for. Being good at taking cock.
I’d never imagined that could be a compliment.
It makes me want to be even better. Take it deeper, ask for more.
Be the filthiest, most willing hole he’s ever had.
“Don’t stop,” I gasp. “Don’t you dare stop.”
“Never,” he grunts, picking up the pace. “Still got last night in you, don’t you? Feel it? All that cum mixing with the water, making you extra sloppy for me.” The wet, slick sounds coming from between us are obscene. “Gotta replace it, Justin. Need a fresh load for you to walk around with.”
“Flynn,” I pant, my head falling back against his shoulder. “You’re gonna make me come if you keep talking like that.”
“Yeah? Me too.” His grip on me tightens.
“Let’s go together. Right here in Wade’s tub.
Come on, give it to me. Let me feel you squeeze around my cock when you lose it.
I want all that creamy mess shooting out in the water.
You got that? I wanna see it float.” His hand strokes me faster, his hips snapping up hard, and I’m right there, right on the edge, my whole body coiling tight?—
The slam of a truck door outside splits the air like a gunshot.
We both go completely still.
Every muscle in my body locks up, cock still throbbing, Flynn still buried inside me, the water around us suddenly feeling like ice.
We both listen without a word. It could be anyone.
A delivery. Someone lost. Rex or Malik coming up from the pasture.
But they wouldn’t come to the main house, would they?
Then the crunch of boots on gravel, coming closer, heading straight for the porch. A familiar, heavy tread.
Only one man walks like that.
Flynn’s mouth is at my ear. “Out,” he breathes. “Right now.”
The squeak of the screen door. The thud of it swinging shut.
Footsteps in the hallway.