The Cowboy's Fireman Excerpt of Chapter Two-NSFW

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Chapter Two

                Kent blinked his eyes open uncertain of what he would see, the last thing that he remembered was Reggie’s face after said man had pulled him from the burning barn and rescued him.  Sighing at the sight of his bedroom walls he realized that he obviously had not been that badly injured if they’d brought him back to his bedroom.  He jerked quickly when the sound of someone snoring reached his ears, turning his head he saw Reggie, a shirtless Reggie, laying in his bed right next to him, innocently asleep.

                “What the hell?” he breathed out.  He watched as the muscles in Reggie’s body tensed and his breathing change, signaling to Kent that the man in question was about to wake up.  He wasn’t too sure how he felt about that.  For as long as he could remember he’d wanted to wake up next to Reggie, he’d been half in love with him since he was ten, but Reggie hadn’t returned the feelings for “The Butterball”.  Kent had hated being called that, especially in front of Reggie.  He didn’t want Reggie to think of him as the chubby kid who followed him around like a lovesick puppy.  They had been best friends and Kent had never begrudged Reggie his need for other friends or popularity, on some level he’d understood that it had something to do with his own family, the only person he’d ever really had had been his grandmother, but he didn’t like the fact that when the older boys picked on Kent for being shorter and fatter than they were that Reggie never stuck up for him.  Not once.  He’d dedicated an entire summer to getting in shape and losing the baby fat and he’d grown taller than everyone else.  He had been happy when he’d come back that year and everyone had looked at him differently.  Everyone but Reggie.  He still hadn’t seen Kent as anything more than his neighbor, his friend, his pal.  It had pissed Kent off.  To the point where, combined with Reggie’s silence in the face of Kent’s harassments, Kent had turned his back on his oldest friend in the world.

                He’d never stopped wanting him.  He’d never stopped loving him.  And now Reggie was in his bed, where Kent had always wanted him to be…Kent just had no idea how he’d gotten there and why.

                “Baby, what are you thinking about so hard over there?  You’re all tense and not in a good way,” Reggie mumbled in his sleep.  Kent looked at Reggie sharply.  Baby?  Reggie had called him baby….why did Reggie call him baby?

                “Reggie?” he called out hesitantly, sure that the other man would realize that he was in the bed with Kent and go running for the hills…after he punched Kent in the face of course.

                “What Kent?” Reggie mumbled into the pillow.  Kent’s heart sped up in his chest.

                “You do know it’s me you’re in bed with right?” Kent questioned.  He saw Reggie’s shoulders tense before the man in question turned over to look at him, one eyebrow raised, his lips pulled down into a frown.

                “Of course I know it’s you.  Just like it was you that had my cock in his mouth.  It was you who had his dick in my ass, it was you who gave me this hickey on my neck and it was you who said that you loved me, right before we went to sleep,” Reggie stated cautiously, looking at Kent as if he expected the man to go crazy and try to stab him or something.

                Kent swallowed thickly.  Those were all the things that he wanted to do with Reggie.  Could it be that maybe they had gotten over their bitter rivalry and had forgiven each other and finally gotten together?  If that was true then why couldn’t he remember it?  Looking down he noticed that his body was extremely clean…as was his room…his room was never clean, his grandma, Georgia, was always talking about he would never be able to find and keep Mr. Right because he’d be lost in the piles of dirty laundry, receipts, ranch paperwork, boots and porno dvds.  Kent looked into Reggie’s eyes and saw everything that he’d ever wanted to see reflected back.  Reggie was looking at him like he loved him.  If he was dreaming he didn’t want anyone to wake him up.

                He leaned forward and kissed Reggie deeply.  He heard Reggie’s moan deep in chest and smiled into the kiss.  Reggie tasted just as wildly sweet as he’d always know that he would.  Kent deepened the kiss and lifted his hands and with one hand grasped the back of Reggie’s head, his shoulder length blonde hair felt like silk against the pads of Kent’s fingers, and with his other hand he pulled back the sheets that covered them.  He heard Reggie moan again and stuck his tongue to touch the other man’s tongue tentatively.  It wasn’t long before his tongue was wrestling for dominance with Reggie’s as one hand tangled in the smaller man’s hair and the fingers of the other brushed down the fireman’s bare chest, being oddly aroused by the feeling of the light blonde soft curls that graced the canvas of Reggie’s perfect body.  Stroking his fingers over the other man’s chest, even as his lips trailed over the jawline of his new lover and former best friend, Kent felt himself grow painfully aroused and wanted one thing and one thing only, to stick his erect cock deep inside of Reggie’s firm ass.

                Twin groans filled the air when Kent allowed his hand to move down Reggie’s torso, over his sculpted abs, thin hipbones and to his leaking erection, the head of the younger man’s cock turning purple as his body shook with an unfulfilled yearning.  Kent wrapped his hand around Reggie’s cock and squeezed.  Reggie’s hips thrust upwards, pushing his cock through Kent’s fist and tossed his head back with a groan.  Kent looked down at Reggie’s face, his eyes closed in passionate bliss, his mouth slightly open, he was beautiful when he was aroused, just like Kent had always known he would be.

                Leaning forward Kent laid Reggie back down upon the bed and kissed his way down the slimmer man’s torso.  Snuffling the small smattering of hair on Reggie’s chest, Kent stuck out his tongue and traced a line from the center of Reggie’s chest to his right nipple that had hardened and now stood up as if begging for Kent’s attention.  Lowering his head Kent flicked the hardened nub with his tongue.  Reggie froze for a moment as if anticipating Kent’s next move and Kent made sure that he didn’t disappoint.  He opened his mouth and pulled Reggie’s nipple deep within it, bathing it with the wet heat of his tongue.  Reggie trembled and then moaned when Kent’s hand moved from stroking his cock to palming his balls.

                Kent was in heaven, he had Reggie trembling underneath him and he was finally going to be able to do what he’d been dreaming about for over a decade.  With a final lick to Reggie’s nipple he licked his way down Reggie’s torso, leaving kisses and small nips to his flesh as he made his way down to the pink puckered entrance of Reggie’s ass.  He groaned low in his throat and pushed Reggie’s legs up and back towards his chest, almost bending the other man in half, before licking around the clenching hole.  Reggie’s taste burst across his tongue and he growled before he began to voraciously devour the other man’s ass.  He licked, he kissed, he nibbled, and then when the muscles had loosened enough, he plunged his tongue inside.  Reggie’s tight heat wrapped around his tongue making him shiver in anticipation.  Kent heard Reggie’s moans and incoherent babble and felt his cock jerk and leak pre=cum onto the sheets beneath him, but he didn’t care, he wasn’t going to stop eating Reggie’s ass until he was good and ready.  He began thrusting his tongue in and out of Reggie’s ass until he finally registered the other man’s hands frantically pulling on his hair.  He lifted his head and looked at Reggie in confusion.

                “What?” he asked.

                Reggie swallowed and shook his head, “In.  Me.  You.  In.”

                Kent grinned at Reggie, the fireman really had the best ideas in the world.  Reaching over into his nightstand, Kent pulled out the bottle of lube and strip of condoms.  Closing the drawer, he lifted Reggie’s legs over his shoulder and poured the lube liberally over his fingers.  He rubbed the lube between his fingers to warm it up and then pressed one finger deeply within the other man’s anus.  Reggie groaned and Kent smiled at the sound, turning the digit he began to slowly finger fuck the fireman to stretch him out.  He withdrew the first finger and then replaced it deeply within his lover with two fingers.  He pushed the fingers deep in Reggie’s ass and held them there to allow the other man to become use to the invasion.

                “M-mo-more,” Reggie’s voice quivered, as his hips began to thrust down onto Kent’s fingers.  Pulling his fingers almost completely out, Kent pressed in a third and moaned simultaneously with Reggie.  Reggie felt so good around his fingers.  His channel was hot velvet, squeezing his digits and it made him ache to feel those muscles grasping his dick.

                “Now Kent.  Fuck me now!” Reggie pleaded and Kent knew that he couldn’t deny him.  Pulling his fingers out, he quickly rolled the condom down upon his generous erection before pouring copious amounts of lube over his cock.  Coating his condom covered erection with the liquid, he pressed one hand to the back of Reggie’s right knee and spread the younger man open wider and grabbed the base of his cock with the other.  Aligning the head of his erection with Reggie’s pink pucker he pressed gently until he felt the sphincter relax and the head of his cock pop in.  Reggie’s hands clutched the sheets underneath him, his head tilted back and he groaned Kent’s name low in his throat.  Kent felt a growl start in his chest and was amazed at the animalistic reaction that the young fireman awoke within him.

                When he felt the muscles of Reggie’s ass relax he pressed deeper until he was fully seated within the thinner man, flesh of Reggie’s ass cradling his balls.  He couldn’t believe it, he was inside Reggie.  His every fantasy had come true.  He was finally fucking the one person he’d been dreaming about for over fifteen years.

                “Move dammit!” he heard Reggie growl and with a low chuckle he pulled his hips back slowly before thrusting them forward and pegging Reggie’s gland on the first try.

                “SHIT!” Reggie yelled into the quiet bedroom.  Kent merely grunted and snapped his hips forward again, repeating the action.  Before long he had a steady rhythm going and his voice had joined Reggie’s as the two men groaned and shouted together.  He’d forgotten how good it felt to fuck someone, he’d forgotten how much he’d wanted to fuck Reggie.  He moaned Reggie’s names as he felt the tingle at the base of his spine.

                How could it be happening so quickly?  It hadn’t been THAT long had it?  He didn’t want it to end, he wanted to drag it out, so he slowed down his thrusts, ignoring the whines and complaints of his lover and swiveled his hips, feeling Reggie’s legs tense around his neck.  He lifted the legs from around his neck and placed them around his waist, still thrusting his hips forward and driving his cock deeply within the other man.  This time when he felt the stirrings of a powerful orgasm he didn’t try to hold it off.

                Leaning down he took Reggie’s lips with his own in a deeply passionate kiss, trying to show him what being with him actually meant.  He threw back his head and chanted Reggie’s name as the pleasure began to wash over him.

                “Reggie, Reggie, Reggie, Reggie…”

                Kent felt someone shaking his shoulder and opened his eyes with a groan.  What. The. Fuck?  Someone had woken him up from the best dream he’d ever had.  He was going to kick someone’s ass.  Hard.

                “Kent, wake the fuck up you dumb cowboy.  Why the hell were you moaning my name?  I’m right here,” he heard a male voice say from his left.  Blinking his eyes to get them into focus he turned his gaze towards the keeper of the voice and felt his eyes widen as he took in Reggie’s presence.  Had his dream been real?

                Other sounds slowly penetrated his hearing at that point and he became aware of the sound of a heart monitor, the chattering of other people, footsteps, and an oxygen machine.  With that awareness came the full helping of the aches and pains of being hit by falling debris, carried by someone smaller than you, dropped on the ground and then hit by debris again.  Kent closed his eyes as memories assailed him.  He heard Reggie step closer and he suddenly became aware that this man didn’t like him.  For whatever reason.  While he lay in bed at night dreaming and fantasizing about Reggie, trying to find other men to sleep with that looked like the gorgeous, blonde fireman, the fireman in question was fucking every gay guy that looked at him and not thinking about Kent at all.  Grabbing onto the bitterness and resentment that was his friend through his every encounter with Reggie he opened his eyes and glared at the other man.

                “What the fuck are you doing in my room Mayr?” he growled out, his voice hoarse and raspy from the smoke.  He watched as Reggie’s eyes widened in shock and then watched as the hazel eyes filled with anger and another unknown emotion that amazingly made Kent’s heart clench and his face flush with shame as if he felt guilty for…hurting Reggie.  Him, hurt Reggie?  It wasn’t likely.  Reggie would have to care about him to be hurt by anything that he’d said and he knew for a fact that Reggie didn’t give two shits about him.

                “Excuse me for saving your goddamn life Hunter!” Reggie yelled back, his face flushing red and his fists clenching as if to prevent himself from punching the other man.  “I thought I’d stick around to make sure you didn’t die after I went through all the trouble of risking my life for yours and to ask you about what you said before you passed out like a bitch, but maybe I shouldn’t have even bothered.”

                Kent’s eyebrows pulled down low in confusion, “What the hell did I say to make you want to ask me anything?”

                Reggie narrowed his eyes at the cowboy and gritted his teeth.  Kent could tell that he was struggling to get his temper under control and he watched him in mild fascination.  He’d never admit to it, even under threat of torture, but seeing Reggie in full temper was one of the most arousing sights that he’d ever seen.  He spent most of his days thinking of ways to make the fireman angry.  Reggie sighed and opened his mouth to respond when the door opened to admit the doctor.  Kent looked over and smiled at Dr. Timbers.  Dr. Timbers was an older doctor who had been flirting with his grandmother for years.  He knew that one day Georgia would get the hint and take the doctor up on what he’d been offering her, he just hoped that it would be sooner rather than later.  He’d hate it if his grandmother missed out on love because of some misguided notion to stay true to her dead husband.

                Kent surreptitiously slid his gaze over to Reggie, who stood silently against the wall, his arms crossed and a look of annoyance on his face as he waited for the doctor to say what he had to say so that he could say what he wanted to say.  Kent felt confusion flow over him.  It was odd that.  Reggie had never let the presence of someone else stop him from saying whatever mean, hurtful or rotten thing he wanted to say to Kent, so this time it must be a doozy.  He said it had something to do with what Kent had said to him and Kent found himself racking his brain trying to remember what he’d said to Reggie to make him want to stick around to talk to him.

                The doctor’s voice droned on in the background as he remembered the minutes leading up to being rescued by the sexy fireman.  He had run into the barn to free all of the horses and to save what tack and supplies he could.  For the first time he’d been happy that he’d listened to his foreman, Douglas Schmidt and had moved the ranch office into the main house.  When he’d run into the barn followed by the ranch hands all he’d been thinking of was saving the horses.  Almost all of them ran out when the doors opened, but he noticed that there was one stall that hadn’t been opened.  He’d sent everyone out and had raced to it.  When he yanked the stall door open he’d seen Esperanza and her new foal Aventura still in the stall.  He’d yanked Esperanza out by the bit that he put in her mouth and slapped her rear to send her racing out of the stall.  He’d stepped forward to help Aventura when he’d heard the creaking and then the sirens.  Things seem to happen at once, a section of the barn had fallen into the stall next to him and he’d been thrown back.  He’d hit his head and landed flat on his ass.  He remembered cursing and then losing consciousness.  The next time he’d opened his eyes that he could remember he’d been in the hospital.  So what had he said in between that time and now to Reggie to have him so on edge.

                “…for two or more days and then you will be released, okay Mr. Hunter?” the doctor said and Kent blinked, returning to the present.  Having no idea what the doctor had been blathering on about he merely nodded his head and ignored the snort coming from Reggie’s direction.  He wasn’t known for his ability to pay attention when someone was telling him something about himself.  He knew that…apparently Reggie remembered it as well.

                “Sure doc,” he said and smiled.  He watched as Dr. Timbers smiled back and shook his head at him.

                “Don’t worry Mr. Hunter, I’ve given your grandmother a copy of the pamphlets that I just told you about and informed her of the precautions that had to be taken once you returned home and you’ll be here in the hospital for the next two days so we’ll be sure to keep an eye on you,” Dr. Hunter said and Kent sat up in bed quickly.

                “TWO DAYS?!” he bellowed.  He heard Reggie chuckle, Dr. Timbers joining him.

                “And now I know you’re actually paying attention.  That was the reaction I expected the first time,” the doctor smirked.  “Yes, Kent, you’ll be here for two days at the very least.  You have some serious smoke inhalation in your lungs as well as a concussion and some first degree burns that we need to monitor and not only that, your heart rate seemed to speed up considerably while you were sleeping, we just want to keep our eyes on that.”

                Kent felt his face flush bright red at the doctor’s words.  He knew why his heart rate had sped up, it was because he’d been dreaming about having sex with Reggie.  Feeling extremely chastised and sheepish, Kent merely nodded and rested back against the pillows on his bed.

                “That’s good then,” Dr. Timbers grinned at him again.  “You get some rest and don’t get too agitated,” he warned with a look directly at Reggie.  “It will cause your heart to speed up and you won’t be able to really breathe.  That’s not good for your lungs so remain calm will you?”  With a final nod the doctor turned and left the room.

                Silence reigned in the room for a moment, neither man wanted to be the one to begin the conversation that had been so recently interrupted, but they both knew that the air had to be cleared between them, it was long overdue.

                Kent cleared his throat and said, “So what the hell did I say to you Mayr.”  He watched as Reggie’s jaw clenched and his nostrils flared.  He knew that the other man hated it when he referred to him by his last name because it reminded him that they weren’t friends any more, but Kent didn’t just do that to remind Reggie.  He did it to remind himself as well.

                Once Reggie had brought himself to some semblance of control Kent watched as he lifted his gaze and met his directly.  “You said that you wanted to fuck me Hunter.  So what the hell is that about?”  Reggie asked and Kent felt his heart stutter in his chest.

The Cowboy's Fireman Excerpts-NSFW

So because Katharina put five exclamations instead of four in one of her comments about this secret project I have decided to give you guys some excerpts of The Cowboy's Fireman which, based on the emails that I've gotten from you and comments, some of you are really excited about.  LOL.  So there are two excerpts.  The regular story one and the adult excerpt, which means that this post is not 100% NSFW but you probably don't want your boss or children to walk by and catch you reading about one man licking another man's ass...I'm just saying.


Excerpt:

Kent hadn’t bullied him, he was too nice for that, but with his slow, deep voice he’d slowly, conversation, by conversation made Reggie feel as if he were shallow and not good enough to even lick his boots.  Reggie had tried to show his former friend that he’d changed for the better but Kent wasn’t hearing it; and while everyone was tripping over themselves to have the powerfully strong, breathtakingly beautiful Kent Hunter to notice them, Reggie had mourned the loss of his best friend and discovered some truths about himself, like he was gay.

                They’d both gone off to college at Missouri State University.  Kent had studied animal husbandry because he’d always known that he’d take over the ranch one day and Reggie had studied drama, and then art, and then dance and then finally he’d decided to become a fireman…well, after his grandmother had died in a fire, he’d decided that.  He’d been devastated by the loss of his “grammy,” the only relative that still had anything to do with him.  His father had died overseas while serving in the military and his mother…well, she was somewhere, with someone, doing…something.  Reggie didn’t really know and he didn’t really care.  No, that was a lie, he’d been devastated when his mother had dropped him off at his grandmother’s house with all of his stuff, kissed him on his forehead and driven away.  She hadn’t looked back once and he’d stood in the middle of the driveway and watched as she’d left him behind.  His grandmother had been over at Mercy Ranch at the time and hadn’t known he was there.  He’d stood there, in that driveway for an hour before he finally picked up his stuff and carried it up to the porch.  He’d sat on the top step for another three hours and then his grandmother had shown up, her big grey Chevy blowing up dirt under its wheels.  He didn’t move when she jumped out of the car and he didn’t speak when she frantically asked him how long he’d been there.  When she’d stopped asking questions he’d merely looked up at her and said, “Momma left.”  Nothing else had needed to be said.

                His heart still bled from the loss of his grandmother, especially since his mother hadn’t shown up for the funeral, merely sending him a condolence card and saying that she had really liked her mother-in-law.  He hadn’t really expected her to show up for his grandmother’s funeral, he had thought that she’d show up to comfort him.

                He’d thought that Kent would’ve shown up too.

                Kent hadn’t been there.  His grandmother had come, held him while he cried and got rid of everyone when it seemed like the entire town was going to move in.  Kent hadn’t shown up then.  He hadn’t called and he didn’t show up at all that first week.  A week after the funeral, two whole weeks after his grandmother had died Reggie had gotten a voicemail on his cell phone.

                                “Hey uh…Reggie.  I heard about your granma…I’m uh…sorry man.”

                And that had been it.  The message had ended there and Reggie had been frozen in shock. The sum total of Kent’s condolences, the totality of his level of caring for Reggie and his grandmother was equal to ten words and two fillers.  Sixteen syllables.  Reggie’s grandmother used to babysit Kent, Reggie used to be Kent’s best friend.  He’d thrown his cell phone across the room and watched as it hit the wall of his bedroom and exploded.  He never called Kent back.  He had changed his number, sold his grandmother’s home and moved into another house, on the other side of town.  As far away from Kent as he could get without leaving the city and his job.

                He’d seen Kent three weeks after his grandmother’s house had sold…to Mercy Ranch.  They had both stood there looking at each other, neither of them speaking, neither of them apologizing or attempting to make conversation.  Finally Kent had cleared his throat and said, “Reggie.”  Reggie had known then that their friendship was over, because whereas hearing his name on the big cowboy’s lips would have previously made him smile and made his heart thunder in his chest in a very weird way, this time it had done nothing more than to fill him with anger and grief, and he was sick of grief.  So he’d lifted his head and said merely, “Kenton” before turning to walk away.

                They’d been enemies ever since.  Every time Kent was in town and he saw Reggie, he mentioned some way for him to bulk up or how long his hair was or he’d ask him if he’d make snide remarks and innuendos about Reggie being gay.  Reggie had never pegged Kent for being a homophobe, but then again, he’d never pegged him for being an inconsiderate prick either.  Reggie knew that Kent wasn’t the only one to blame, he did his fair share of teasing the cowboy, asking him if he’d learned to spell, making innuendos about him being impotent and that being the reason he was still single, he’d even made a joke once about Kent having a small dick and that being the reason he had no problem riding horses all day.

                The whole town of Princeton, hell, damn near all of Mercer County knew that you didn’t want Reggie Mayr and Kent Hunter in the same room with each other unless you were ready to stop a fight.  The two of them hadn’t come to blows just yet, but they were damn near close to skipping the fists and just shooting each other on sight.

Adult Excerpt:

          He leaned forward and kissed Reggie deeply.  He heard Reggie’s moan deep in chest and smiled into the kiss.  Reggie tasted just as wildly sweet as he’d always know that he would.  Kent deepened the kiss and lifted his hands and with one hand grasped the back of Reggie’s head, his shoulder length blonde hair felt like silk against the pads of Kent’s fingers, and with his other hand he pulled back the sheets that covered them.  He heard Reggie moan again and stuck his tongue to touch the other man’s tongue tentatively.  It wasn’t long before his tongue was wrestling for dominance with Reggie’s as one hand tangled in the smaller man’s hair and the fingers of the other brushed down the fireman’s bare chest, being oddly aroused by the feeling of the light blonde soft curls that graced the canvas of Reggie’s perfect body.  Stroking his fingers over the other man’s chest, even as his lips trailed over the jawline of his new lover and former best friend, Kent felt himself grow painfully aroused and wanted one thing and one thing only, to stick his erect cock deep inside of Reggie’s firm ass.

                Twin groans filled the air when Kent allowed his hand to move down Reggie’s torso, over his sculpted abs, thin hipbones and to his leaking erection, the head of the younger man’s cock turning purple as his body shook with an unfulfilled yearning.  Kent wrapped his hand around Reggie’s cock and squeezed.  Reggie’s hips thrust upwards, pushing his cock through Kent’s fist and tossed his head back with a groan.  Kent looked down at Reggie’s face, his eyes closed in passionate bliss, his mouth slightly open, he was beautiful when he was aroused, just like Kent had always known he would be.

                Leaning forward Kent laid Reggie back down upon the bed and kissed his way down the slimmer man’s torso.  Snuffling the small smattering of hair on Reggie’s chest, Kent stuck out his tongue and traced a line from the center of Reggie’s chest to his right nipple that had hardened and now stood up as if begging for Kent’s attention.  Lowering his head Kent flicked the hardened nub with his tongue.  Reggie froze for a moment as if anticipating Kent’s next move and Kent made sure that he didn’t disappoint.  He opened his mouth and pulled Reggie’s nipple deep within it, bathing it with the wet heat of his tongue.  Reggie trembled and then moaned when Kent’s hand moved from stroking his cock to palming his balls.

                Kent was in heaven, he had Reggie trembling underneath him and he was finally going to be able to do what he’d been dreaming about for over a decade.  With a final lick to Reggie’s nipple he licked his way down Reggie’s torso, leaving kisses and small nips to his flesh as he made his way down to the pink puckered entrance of Reggie’s ass.  He groaned low in his throat and pushed Reggie’s legs up and back towards his chest, almost bending the other man in half, before licking around the clenching hole.  Reggie’s taste burst across his tongue and he growled before he began to voraciously devour the other man’s ass.  He licked, he kissed, he nibbled, and then when the muscles had loosened enough, he plunged his tongue inside.  Reggie’s tight heat wrapped around his tongue making him shiver in anticipation.  Kent heard Reggie’s moans and incoherent babble and felt his cock jerk and leak pre=cum onto the sheets beneath him, but he didn’t care, he wasn’t going to stop eating Reggie’s ass until he was good and ready.  He began thrusting his tongue in and out of Reggie’s ass until he finally registered the other man’s hands frantically pulling on his hair.  He lifted his head and looked at Reggie in confusion.

                “What?” he asked.

                Reggie swallowed and shook his head, “In.  Me.  You.  In.”

                Kent grinned at Reggie, the fireman really had the best ideas in the world.

Inconceivable: Part Fourteen

*So I hadn't planned on putting up another installment because "Unthinkable" and "Inconceivable" are both going to be published through Lulu.com (as will the entire Tate Pack Series) but since yesterday was so fabulous and today was EVEN BETTER and Lucy/Kat asked me for another installment, I'm going to post up part 14 for you all!  {HUGZ AND SQUEEZES} Vee/Vic*




Part Fourteen:


     Tommy swayed his hips in time with the music, his head thrown back as he sang "You and I" by Lady Gaga at the top of his lungs.  He wore a tight black leather mini-skirt, an extremely low cut silk white blouse, black high heels, his hair was pulled up into an elegant up-do, with tendrils of his black hair framing his face.  His flawlessly, make-up covered face.  He looked stunning and he knew that he did.  As he continued to perform for the audience he looked out over the faces that were there and saw that none of them seemed to be enjoying his performance.  They all seemed horrified by him.  He stumbled on the stage and looked around wondering what was the problem and saw a trail of blood all over the stage.  He froze mid lyric and gasped.  Who was bleeding on the stage?  Looking around he realized that no one was up there but him.  Was he bleeding?  But how was that possible?  He couldn't feel any pain or the loss of any blood.  Maybe it was a practical joke.
     Looking back out at the audience he saw that there were two men standing.  He squinted his eyes, the stage lights momentarily blinding him.  When his gaze cleared he saw himself looking into the hateful eyes of Adam Quinn.....Adam Quinn holding a gun pointed at Tommy.  Turning his gaze to the other man, he saw that it was Ton and he looked furious.  The only problem was he was looking at Tommy.
     "Ant?" he questioned as he stepped forward, his hand outstretched.  He heard Adam pull release the safety and felt fear ice his veins.  He heard Ton growl and he looked back at him, confused by his reaction.
     "Don't.  You.  Dare," Ton growled at him and Tommy took a step back.
     "Me?  Dare what?" Tommy asked, his voice frantic as he watched Adam take aim at him again.
     "Don't you dare let him take you away from me," Ton said angrily.
     Tommy shook his head.  Surely Ton understood that it wasn't his choice?  Adam was holding a gun.  How was he supposed to fight against a gun?  He wasn't a wolf shifter.  He wasn't big and strong like his mate.  He was a human.  A frail human.  A small, cross-dressing gay man.  How the hell was he supposed to fight against a bullet?
     "Love," he heard Ton respond and his shocked gaze swung to him.
     "What?" he croaked out and he watched with equal parts trepidation and hope as Ton walked up the steps to join him on stage.  The bigger man stopped in front of him and took his face in his hands gently.  He smiled down at him and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.
     "Love.  Didn't you say that you loved me?" Ton asked and Tommy merely nodded.  Ton grinned, "Well, I love you too and you can't leave me.  I won't survive with out you.  So if you really love me like you say you do then you'll fight to stay with me.  You'll fight for us.  That love will bring you back to me.  So don't you dare let him win."
     Tommy nodded and lifted up on his toes to kiss his mate.  That speech had been the most beautiful and eloquent thing that he'd ever heard the cowboy say.  Richard must have coached him.  He heard Ton growl and giggled when he realized that the other man must have understood his thoughts.  He opened his mouth when he heard Adam yell out and heard the gun fire.  His body jerked as if shocked and he clung to Ton's neck.
     "CLEAR!" he heard a distant voice yell seconds before another jolt of electricity shot through his body.
     "C'mon baby, don't give up.  Don't let him win. Fight!" he heard Ton yelling at him.  He nodded and tried to speak again.
     "CLEAR!" that voice sounded closer and Tommy felt another, stronger jolt of electricity shock through his system.
     "Come back to me!  Tommy please!" Ton was crying now.  Why was Ton crying?  And then Tommy saw it.  A bright light shone on one side of the stage and Ton stood at the other side.  The light felt warm, comforting and inviting.  But.....Ton was waiting for him and Ton was crying.  But the light felt so good, it was welcoming him home and he could hear his grandmother's voice.  Without another thought he took a step................


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     .........and with a deep breath opened his eyes to the sounds of a siren, yelling voices, crying and complete and utter chaos.  What the hell was going on?!
     "BABY!  You came back to me!" he heard Ton yell as he gathered him into his arms.  Tommy's mind was filled with images of the strange dream he'd had, the utter chaos surrounding him as pack members, ranch hands and the like all ran around barking orders at each other, and the events that led to him lying on a gurney.  Suddenly memories assailed him.  Ton talking him into riding a horse by riding with him.  He and Ton laughing and teasing each other.  The feeling of being watched.  The sound of gunfire.  The horse falling, the searing pain in his back and then the blissful feeling of nothingness.
     "Ant?" his voice croaked as his hands clutched his mate to him tightly.  "Am I paralyzed Ant?  Baby?  Answer me!  Please!" he pleaded with his mate when the other man stayed quiet.  He felt Ton's body shaking with sobs as he lifted Tommy and sat on the gurney before  pulling his body into his lap.  Tommy looked down and realized that he couldn't move his legs,  He felt tears roll down his face before Ton even responded.
     "They won't know until we get you into a hospital, but it doesn't look good," Ton answered ignoring the paramedics who tried to get him to move so that they could get Tommy into an ambulance.
     "Will you still want me?  Even though I can't walk?" Tommy asked in a small voice as he gasped for breath, his body convulsing in pain.
     "Sir!  We really need to get your...boyfriend to a hospital!" one of the paramedics yelled at Ton.  Ton growled at the man and gently lowered Tommy back to the gurney.
     "He is my husband!  My mate! My partner," Ton responded with an angry growl at the paramedic who jumped a bit at the aggressive tone before nodding and grabbing the head of the gurney to assist his partner in getting Tommy into the ambulance.  Tommy locked eyes with Ton, afraid that the man wouldn't be joining him in the vehicle.  Afraid that he wouldn't want him anymore.  He breathed a sigh of relief when Ton climbed inside and took one of his hands while the paramedic worked to make sure that he stayed stabilized.
     Ton leaned down, close to his ear, "Nothing in this world would ever make me not want you.  You are my mate.  For better or for worse.  In sickness and in health.  To love, honor and cherish.  For richer or for poorer.  Forever.  You are mine and I will never let you go," the bigger man told him, his words loving and thick with emotion.
     "Me too," Tommy responded with a smile before he closed his eyes and tried to calm his racing his thoughts and his pounding heart.  He had thought his life had been turned upside down when he'd mated a wolf shifter...but that was nothing compared to now.  Would he be able to handle being paralyzed and what about Adam?  Did anyone catch him or was he still out there...waiting for his next chance to finish the job?

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     Adam followed the ambulance with a grim smile on his face.  He hadn't meant to shoot Tommy.  Tommy was his baby.  His love.  He would never do anything to seriously hurt him.  Oh, he'd have to rough Tommy up a few times, so that he knew his place, but he would never want him to die or to be paralyzed.  The bullets had been met for the other man.  The one they called Ton.  The huge, hulking mass of idiot that thought he could take Tommy away from him.  He'd gotten off easy last time, but next time he wouldn't miss.  Next time Ton would be the one fighting for life while Adam took Tommy to France with him...where he belonged...forever...until death did they part.

Inconceivable: Part Thirteen

Part Thirteen:


     Tommy looked at the brown mare with fear, his stomach roiling within him as he struggled not to turn and run for the hills.  Okay, so there weren't any hills nearby, but he would certainly run for his bedroom and hide underneath the covers.
     "It's not going to bite you unless you do something to piss it off," Ton whispered behind him and he nodded slowly as he bit his lip.
     "Yeah, but what if she gets pisses off just because it's me on her back?" he asked in a soft voice, trying to remember what Ton had said about not spooking the horse.
     "This is the same mare that Richard was first trained on.  I think it would be fine for you," Ton replied, amusement evident in his voice.  Tommy rolled his eyes and turned to face his mate, planting his fists on his hips.
     "There is a big difference between Richard and I," he practically growled.  He could see the flare of annoyance in his mate's eyes and watched as the other man squared his shoulders.  Ton was fighting his wolf and Tommy knew that.  He knew that the wolf was seeing insubordination in its mate and wanted to bring him to heel underneath him, but he didn't care right then.  He was scared and his mate wasn't helping him by comparing him to Richard.
     "And what is the difference between you and Richard?  Besides the fact that you're smaller and more beautiful than Richard could even dream of being?" Ton asked, his head slightly tilted to the side in confusion. Tommy fought a blissful sigh at his mate's sweet words and shook his head.
     "Thank you for the compliment but no.  Richard is graceful.  He's a dancer, that's sort of a requirement.  He would have a very easy time flowing with the movement of the horse.  Me?  I can't dance worth shit and I doubt that the horse will take it easy on me if I cook for it or sing for it or teach it how to wear women's clothing properly," he pointed out and heard the whine in his voice...which he found perfectly justified.  He watched as Ton's lips tightened as if he were struggling not to laugh and he grew even more annoyed.
     "Well have you offered that to the horse?  Maybe she'd like that," Ton muttered seconds before bursting into loud howls of laughter.  Tommy crossed his arms and glared at his mate.  Was he seriously finding this amusing?  What was amusing about this?  Tommy was terrified.  Terrified of being on that horse.  He was scared of what would happen to him and what he would do accidentally.  He didn't know enough about horses, about riding horses to even begin to sit on one, much less ride it.
     Not for the first time he wished that Ton was an alpha so that they could share a mental link as well, just like Richard and Vet.  It was something exclusive to alphas and if Ton should ever become the alpha of his own pack then he and Tommy would have a mental link, but for now all they had was a hyper awareness of each other, a need to protect, care for, and love each other, although Ton had yet to admit to feeling such a thing, and a desire for each other.  A fierce, aching desire.  One that overwhelmed all rational thought.  They could sense each other's feelings which was sort of good, but he wanted Ton to be able to see what he saw whenever he looked up at that horse.
     "What has you so scared beautiful?  Why are you so afraid of riding this horse?" Ton stepped closer to him and bent low to speak directly into his ear.  Tommy shivered as his mate's warm breath brushed against his neck, goose bumps rising along his skin and his cock growing hard behind the zipper of his jeans.
     "Every time I look at this horse, all I see is me falling off of it.  I see me falling off, breaking my arms, my legs, my back, my neck when I hit the ground and then I see the horse getting spooked by my cries of pain and her clomping down on top of me, killing me, as she's running away," Tommy admitted softly.  He waited for Ton's laughter and when none came, he chanced a glance up at the bigger man's face.
     Ton didn't look amused or disappointed, he looked...caring.  His eyes had softened considerably and he saw genuine caring there for him.  He was baffled at this response, especially since he had been expecting another one.  He could have handled Ton being angry with him, teasing him, being disappointed in him...they were all emotions expressed by different people in his life the day he'd come out as being gay and then again when he'd come out as being a cross-dressing drag queen.  But this?  This...caring?  This look of possessiveness and kind indulgence?  What the hell was he supposed to do with that?
     He opened his mouth to make an innuendo about riding Ton instead when Ton spoke and shocked him into silence.
     "I'll ride with you," the other man said.
     Tommy stood there in a daze.  No one had ever volunteered to take care of him like that, especially not in the face of all of his drama, paranoias and fears.  Richard was nice, loving also, but Tommy knew that sometimes his best friend got annoyed by the sound of "I can't do that" forever leaving Tommy's lips and Tommy always felt bad about saying it, but who would understand his irrational fears and still love him regardless?  It was why he'd been content with the short-term affairs and week-long flings he'd found himself in over the years.  He'd never had a partner, much less thought that he'd have a mate, someone that fate had sat aside just for him.  He was floored with emotion.
     His eyes filled with tears and he launched himself into Ton's arms.  "Thank you, thank you, thank you," he muttered over and over again as he kissed every inch of Ton's face and neck, his legs wrapped around the other man's waist, his hands holding his face as he kissed him.  He heard Ton chuckle over his exuberant reaction and pulled back to smile into his arms.
     "If I had known that that was all it took to get you to ride this damn horse, I would have offered a fucking hour ago, when we first got out here," Ton teased before setting Tommy down on his feet.
     Tommy didn't even mind the teasing now and just offered his mate a big grin.  He was going to ride a horse for the first time in his life...with his mate.  Someone who cared enough about him to ride on the horse with him.
     "Now, I'm going to put you on the horse first, you just find your seat in the saddle, that's the place where you feel most comfortable, and then I'll mount up behind you and we'll be off," Ton said with a blush at his words.  Tommy decided to let him pass on that one, since he seemed to already know what he'd said and his mind had apparently already gone to that place...or at least that's what the thick bulge straining the fabric of his jeans hinted at.
     Tommy walked back over to the horse with determined strides and stood next to it.  He felt Ton kneel down next to him and offer to boost him up into the saddle.  Putting his right foot in the stirrup, he lifted his left foot into Ton's hands and then with a one-two bounce, lifted his leg up gracefully over the side of the horse and sat down very close to the saddle horn, almost knocking his testicles into the hard piece of...leather?  Plastic?  Well, whatever the hell it was, it would have hurt him badly if he'd sat down on top of that.
     His mind had so wandered that he didn't realize that Ton was behind him until he felt the horse shift and then felt Ton's arm wrap around his middle and pull him back tightly into his chest.  Both men groaned at their close proximity to each other and Tommy found himself wondering what it would feel like to have Ton fuck him on the back of a horse.
     "It's definitely something that we'll have to try out," he heard Ton growl in a low voice full of arousal and Tommy realized that he'd spoken aloud.  Blushing, he turned his head to the side and kissed Ton deeply, their tongues dueling, that feeling of being swept under the maelstrom that was Ton rising over him again and it was with great reluctance that he pulled his lips away from the other man's and turned back to face forward.
     He took a shuddering breath and felt Ton take his own just moments later.  He struggled to clear his mind of its lust induced fog and cleared his throat before speaking.
     "So where are we riding to?" he questioned.  He felt Ton's erection against his ass and he struggled not to squirm
     "I figured since this is your first time that we'd just kinda ride around the corral.  You know real easy and gentle like.  The saddity folks call that a canter," Ton responded before pressing his booted heels into the horse's flanks and setting them off at a slow pace.
     "A canter is what the other people call it.  What do you call it Ant?" Tommy asked, one hand holding onto the saddle horn for dear life, the other one held tightly to the arm that Ton had wrapped around his waist, Ton's other hand held the reigns.
     "Oh I don't know, a trot.  Vet and Richard started calling it a canter.  I just say a slow, easy ride," Ton responded.
     Feeling a little more comfortable on the horse, Tommy felt his body start to relax and so he answered back cheekily, "Well, it'd be nice to have a slow, easy ride for once, all you ever give me is fast and hard ones."
     "You sure aren't complaining when you're shooting your load all over yourself," he heard Ton's teasing reply.
     Tommy never got a chance to respond because at that moment three gunshots sounded in rapid succession.  One hit Ton in the leg, one hit the horse, Catherine, in her chest, killing her instantly and the other ripped through Tommy's spinal column.
     All three bodies went down.  First Catherine's body tilted to the ground taking the bodies with her, landing half on top of Tommy, who couldn't move and wasn't breathing and half on Ton who was screaming for help and attempting to free himself so that he could shift and heal and then take his mate to the hospital to be cared for, before he returned to the woods to kill Adam Quinn because he knew that it was him that had shot at them.
     Tommy's thoughts were a jumbled mess.  He knew that Catherine was dead, but that he and Ton were alive.  He could hear Ton cussing up a blue streak about "the damn bullet" in his leg, the horse on top of him and his mate and the bullet lodged in Tommy's spine.  He also knew that he couldn't move or feel his legs, though his arms and hands were just fine, as was his head.  He looked down at his legs, his useless legs and then over at Ton.  Would the man still want him if he couldn't walk anymore?  What about having sex?  What if he was incapable of getting an erection?  What if he couldn't have an orgasm anymore?
     These thoughts swirled through his head like a tornado until finally the blessed darkness washed over him, taking away the thoughts, the fears and most of all the sound of Ton's fear-filled profanity and the sound of Richard's pleas to be "okay."  He'd never be okay again.  And with that last thought he closed his eyes and knew no more.

Inconceivable: Part Twelve-NSFW

Part Twelve:


     Ton grinned widely at his alpha as the two broad shouldered men followed their smaller mates through the barn and past the horse stalls.  Vet had teased him mercilessly about being caught fucking his mate on the floor, but Ton was unapologetic.  He was insatiable when it came to Tommy.  He'd be fucking the smaller man right now if all of the ranch hands weren't out and about.  He looked up and eyed the hayloft with a lascivious grin.  Vet chuckled beside him.
     "I remember how that was," the alpha said.  Ton looked at him and raised his right eyebrow in question.  "When all you want to do is fuck your mate on every surface, marking him everywhere you can."  Vet nodded with a grin and turned his loving gaze back to his mate who had thrown back his blonde head and was laughing at something that Tommy had said.  Ton watched as his alpha's face softened, a small smile coming to his face and if asked Ton would have sworn that Vet's entire body radiated love in that moment.  He felt overwhelmed by it.  The cloying scent of love, arousal, contentment and happiness surrounded his alpha and Ton felt an answering clench of yearning form in his gut.
     "How did you know?" he whispered, not really expecting an answer but hoping for one.  He stopped at the same moment that his alpha did and watched as the man's face scrunched as if in intense thought before clearing.
     "How did I know that I loved my mate you mean?" Vet asked for clarification.  Unable to speak past the lump in his throat, Ton merely nodded.  He watched as Vet looked over at Richard again, another smile coming to his face.  "When the thought of him made me smile.  When I realized that the sun wouldn't shine as bright if he weren't in my life.  When his happiness was the most important thing in the world to me.  When my heart clenched just at the sight of him.  But more than that-" Vet looked back at him and Ton felt paralyzed by the intense look that the alpha wolf gave him, as if he were looking past all of his barriers and into his very soul.  "The moment that I realized that I wanted to be a better man for him and that because of him I was a better man than I was before I met him, that was when I realized that I loved him.  No flaw that he had, no quirk could ever make me stop loving him and he knows that so he's free to be himself and he's free to love me and because he loves me I'm free to be myself, knowing that no flaw that I have and no quirk could ever make him stop loving me."
     Ton's mouth went dry and he looked helplessly at Tommy, unaware that his emotions showed in every nuance of his face.  That his scent thrummed with the essence of love, desire, possessiveness, care and acceptance, he smelled like a man...in love with his mate.
     "He told me that he loves me," he shared with Vet, his voice a harsh whisper.  He saw the older man nod thoughtfully and wondered what he was thinking.  He didn't have to wait long, fortunately.
     "And did you tell him that you loved him back?" Vet asked and Ton swung wide eyes the other man's way.
     "W-w-what?  Who said I l-l-lo-loved him?" he stuttered out the question and he watched as a huge grin spread across his alpha's face.
     "You did, by your reaction, just now.  People don't realize how telling their reactions are to an important question.  You love your mate but you haven't told him," Vet shook his head in disappointment.  "I suggest you tell him soon, or he's going to start thinking you don't feel that way and then he's going to stop telling you and then one day you'll wake up ready to say it but he won't be there for you to say it to."  With that Vet nodded and then walked off to stand with the other two men.  Ton's eyes followed the other man until he stopped before he felt his eyes turn to look at Tommy.  He saw the smaller man smile and wave at him and with a small smile he waved back.
     Was Vet right?  Did he love Tommy?  And if he did, in fact, love his mate, was he in danger of losing him because he hadn't said the words?
     Knowing that he didn't have the time to really think about that he pushed the issue away mentally into a corner of his mind, locking it in with a padlock and walked over to join his mate and their friends.  He was going to help his mate choose a horse, help him learn to ride, teach him how to shoot a gun, find this Adam Quinn and deal with him and then he'd worry about if he was in love with his mate or not.

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     Tommy watched as Ton made his way over to him, an intense look of confusion and frustration line his face.  He wondered what Vet had said to his mate to make him appear so befuddled.  He opened his mouth to ask as Ton stopped beside him, but found himself smiling in happiness instead when the other man wrapped his arm around him and kissed his temple.  He sighed softly.  His questions could wait.
     "So Tommy, have you decided which mare you want?" Vet asked from where he stood behind Richard, his arms wrapped tightly around the smaller man's waist.
     Tommy looked at the other men in confusion.  Mare?  What the hell was a mare?  "A mare?  What's that?  I thought I was supposed to be picking out a horse.  Like a stallion from the movies," he questioned in confusion.  He scowled when the other three men exploded into laughter, feeling slightly stupid.  He hated feeling stupid.  He hated it even more that his mate was joining in on the amusement at his expense.  Stiffening, he went to move away only to feel Ton swing him around to face him and then putting his hands under his ass, he lifted him up until they were eye to eye.  Tommy wrapped his legs around his cowboy's waist and his arms went around his neck as Ton slowly walked forward to the gate of the corral.
     "Tommy, baby, no one is laughing at you, we're laughing at your words.  At how innocent you seem.  Richard was the same way when we brought him out here to choose a horse.  He said almost exactly the same words.  A mare is a female horse.  They are generally more gentle than stallions.  Stallions are known for being aggressive, domineering creatures-" Ton explained.
     "Like you?" Tommy interrupted cheekily and then giggled when Ton leaned forward and gently nipped at his neck.
     "Yes.  Just like me.  So it's better that you learn how to ride a gentle horse first before we even think about putting you on a stallion," Ton finished explaining and Tommy grinned at him mischievously.
     "Well, I can always learn how to ride, by riding you, you seem like one of the most aggressive and dominant stallions that I know," Tommy teased.  He moaned when Ton leaned forward with a low growl and took his lips in a hard and punishing kiss.  The kiss was all tongue, teeth and lips and it wasn't long before Tommy couldn't hear the neighing of the horses, the yells, shouts and conversations of the men who worked on the ranch and the farm, Richard and Vet faded from view and even the thought that Adam was out of prison and had followed him to Texas couldn't diminish the taste of his mate's mouth.  Nothing could distract him from the feel of his mate's broad shoulders beneath his hands, the feel of his very large jean clad erection rubbing against his own, or the feel of his mate unbuckling his pants and lifting out his cock with one hand while his other went over his hip to squeeze his ass.
     Even though they had both experienced such a powerful orgasm just an hour ago, Tommy felt the flames of another one licking at the base of his spine.  His hands clutched at Ton's back and his head, he thrust down towards Ton's hips, every time the other man thrust up and he whined when he felt one finger of Ton's hand slip into his hungry hole.  At that same moment Ton flicked the slit at the top of Tommy's cock and he felt his orgasm wash over him, tossing back his head he groaned Ton's name loudly, his red Stetson falling off of his head and to the ground.  He felt Ton stiffen moments later and felt the other man groan his name from where his head had fallen forward into his neck.
     Slowly the sounds of the ranch returned to Tommy's buzzing ears and he slowly opened his eyes.  His eyes widened in horror and embarrassment when he saw that no man on the ranch moved.  All of them were staring at him and Ton.  Some with amusement, most with lust burning in their gazes.
     "Ton?  We just got off outside with everyone watching!" he hissed to his mate and he felt his mate grunt against his neck.
     "Let 'em watch then.  Don't bother me none.  They're just jealous and wishing that they had you for their mate, but they don't because you belong to me," Ton growled as he pulled back.  Tommy watched as he lifted his hand that he'd had wrapped around Tommy's cock and licked off all of Tommy's seed.  Tommy groaned and felt his cock trying to stir again.  Once his hand was clean, Ton tucked Tommy's softened cock back into his pants and set his clothes to rights before he lifted the smaller man off of the corral fence and adjusted himself in his pants, a very large wet spot displayed in his jeans.
     "Are you going to go change?" Tommy asked with a quirk of his lips before turning to pick up his fallen hat.
     "Guess I better-" Ton said with a leer on his face, "Wanna come help me?"
     Tommy smiled and nodded, "I'd love to."  He turned to look at Richard and Vet where the two men stood still watching them their own erections pressing against the fly of their jeans.  "We'll be right back, we're going to go home and change Ant's clothes," he said with a grin.  He watched as Richard and Vet smiled back.
     "I think that we should go and change Vet's clothes also.  How about we meet back here in say an hour?" Richard said with chuckle.  Tommy looked up at Ton and watched as his eyes darkened with arousal and another emotion, a deeper emotion the squeezed his heart and caressed his cock back to life.
     "Better make it an hour and a half...maybe two, Ant and I need to take a shower," Tommy said throwing a hint his mate's way.  He saw Ton nod from the corner of his eye and after Richard agreed the two of them set off back to their home, ignoring the applause that they got from everyone else for the "fantastic show."  He'd been telling Richard the truth, they did need a shower and they would take one, but not before they got dirty again.

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     He watched them from the shadows of the surrounding forest, his eyes narrow, a sneer on his lips.  Thoughts of malice, anger, possession, revenge and jealousy swirled around in his brain.  He tightened his fists and felt his nails dig so far into his palm that droplets of blood began to drip upon the ground.  He'd watched that big ass Neanderthal put his hands and his mouth all over his man and he hadn't liked it one bit.  Tommy belonged to him.  He'd always belonged to him and he always would.  No one else had the right to touch him or to kiss him and especially not to fuck him.  That was his job.
     Adam felt a slow grin of menace spread across his face.  It was time for him to make his move.  He would kill anyone who got in his way.  Tommy belonged to him and he wouldn't stop until he had the man chained up in his basement, screaming for mercy and sobbing with forced release...right where he belonged.

Inconceivable: Part Eleven-NSFW

Part Eleven:


     It wasn't the sound of the rooster crowing that woke him up or even the sound of manly shouts as horses were trained and cattle were branded.  The sound of a working farm and dude ranch did not wake him from the deep comatose-like sleep that he'd been in.  What woke Tommy up from the seductive dreams of him in the arms of his mate was the voice of said mate in rumbling through his chest and into his ear.  He could tell by the staccato sounds that Ton was talking in his sleep, but he'd mentioned Tommy's name so he had to listen right?
     "Mine.  My Tommy.  Nngholof.  Mate.  Love..." Ton's deep voice flowed over him and at the last word Tommy felt his heart clench and the breath catch in his throat.  Did Ton say love?  Tommy eased out of Ton's arms, which were wrapped around him firmly, and sat up to look down at his lover.  His eyes closed and he breathed a soft sigh of frustration as he pushed his hands through his unruly curls.  When he'd told Ton that he loved him the night before the other man had kissed him so passionately and then made such tender love to him that he knew what he was trying to say without him actually saying it.  He'd been fine with that but now hearing Ton actually say the word love made him realize that he wanted to hear the cowboy actually admit that he felt that way with his words.
     "Wow Tommy, unsatisfied much?" he muttered to himself before sliding out of bed slowly and walking towards the bathroom.  What was wrong with him?  He'd told himself that there was no way that he'd allow himself to fall in love with the cowboy but after one of the most intense orgasms of his life he'd just blurted it out.  As memories of the night before washed over him, Tommy shivered and felt his cock swell.  He groaned and turned on the hot water in the shower.  With every remembered caress, every remembered kiss, he felt his shaft grow harder and his heart sped up.  Stepping into the flow of hot water, the steam filling the room, he groaned again.  Soaping up his hands with the vanilla and cucumber scented body wash that he'd had specially made, he ran his hands over his torso and thighs, avoiding his leaking cock. Turning to rinse his front, he hissed as his dick made contact with the water and began to wash his back and ass.  As his fingers drifted through his crease he remembered the feel of Ton's tongue playing with his pink hole and his knees weakened.  Closing his eyes he knew that if he didn't come soon that he would be walking around in a perpetual state of arousal and being around a bunch of male wolf shifters, that wasn't such a good idea.
     Pouring the bath wash into his hands, he wrapped one hand around his aching cock and then drifted the fingers of his other hand to the crease of his ass.  He teased his hole with one finger as his hand drifted up his shaft.  He stuck the tip of one finger in his ass as he stroked down his erection.  He pulled his hand up his length as he pulled his finger out of his hole and as he stroked one hand down, he thrust the finger of his other hand in.  His heartbeat sped up and he imagined Ton coming into the bathroom at that moment to see him getting himself off in the shower and he felt his erection grow in his hand.  It wasn't long before he had a rhythm going, his hand stroking and twisting on his cock in symphony with the thrusting of his fingers.  For every introduction of a new finger, he flicked the nail of his finger into the slit at the head of his erection.  Leaning against the tiled wall he felt the tingle at the base of his spine that signaled his impending orgasm.
     He was grunting now, his breath stuttering out of his chest, his eyes squeezed shut, his ass clenching he three fingers that he had thrusting inside of him, fucking himself as his other hand stroked and squeezed and pumped his red cock, the head turning almost purple with the force of his desire.  At long last his mind conjured an image of Ton, canines extended, leaning over him to bite into his neck, marking him again, claiming him once more and with wailing cry and a jerk of his hips, his orgasm swept over him, stealing his breath and knocking the strength from his knees.  He pulled his finger free from his hole and let go of his still spurting erection and caught himself on his hands and knees, the water pounding down on his body as he shook under the force of his orgasm.  His breath was harsh as he attempted to calm himself after the overpowering eruption and he chuckled after a minute.
     "So apparently I've become a masochist or a pain slut if the thought of Ton biting me is what gets me off," he muttered to himself.  He shook his head and leaned over to grab the shampoo from where it rested on the corner of the tub.  Quickly shampooing and conditioning his hair, he rinsed and finally stood and turned off the water.  Squeezing the excess water out of his hair, he was unaware of his mate, a huge grin of satisfaction and pride on his face, wiping the traces of his own orgasm off of his hand and slowly walking back to their bed, unnoticed.

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     Tommy looked at himself in the mirror and smiled.  He may not be able to pull off cowboy, but he could pull off dragboy to perfection.  He walked out of the bathroom and smiled at Ton who sat on the edge of the bed pulling on his boots. Tilting out one hip, Tommy put his hands on his hips and tilted his head to the side, his brand new red Stetson pulled low over one eye, his jeans molded perfectly to his thin frame, his red and brown checkered shirt tied above his belly button, brown boots with a small heel encased his feet and he'd found the greatest belt buckle to put to complete his ensemble...one of a wolf howling at the moon.  He watched as Ton's eyes took in all of this, cataloging how his hair had been pulled back into a low ponytail, his eyes had been lined with a thin brown line, his lashes buffed with mascara and his lips shone with red lipstick.  He'd decided to not put on his bra so his shirt clung to his thin frame and he hadn't tucked so his bulge was displayed prominently.  He knew that he looked good but he was glad when Ton confirmed it, his voice a sexy growl.
     "Goddammit baby.  You're the sexiest fucking cowboy I've ever seen."  Tommy watched as Ton's face roved his body again and felt his cock beginning to stir.
     "Thank you," he whispered.  He swallowed thickly as Ton stood up and prowled towards him.  They were supposed to be meeting Vet and Richard outside by the corrals in five minutes so that Tommy could choose a horse that he could ride, but all thoughts of their previous obligations flew out of his mind as he looked into his mate's hungry gaze.  He wanted Ton to ravish him.  He wanted the big man to rip the clothes from his body and fuck him on the floor until he passed out, just like the night before.
     His breath rasped out of his chest harshly, his eyes becoming heavy lidded as Ton knelt before him.  He looked down at the other man and groaned at the sight there.  Tommy was a dedicated bottom and he knew that when it came to the bedroom he was happily submissive to his larger, more dominant mate, but looking down at his mate, watching as this bigger man, this more powerful man knelt before him, offering him pleasure, made him harder than he'd ever been before.
     Ton unbuckled his belt, unfastened his jeans and had him unzipped and his aching cock pulled out before he could draw his next breath.  He felt his limbs shake as Ton took him in hand and began to lick at the head of his erection as if he were licking a dripping ice cream cone.  Tommy snorted mentally, well his cock was dripping like one, so he guessed the analogy was correct.  His attention focused and his brain melted the moment he felt Ton's lips close over his swollen cock.  He groaned and dropped his hands to Ton's shoulders, gripping them tightly as he felt the wet heat of his mate's mouth surround him.  He felt one of Ton's hands reach around his hip and drift down to his clenching hole while the other hand moved down to grab his balls.  He felt Ton rolling his balls around in his hand at the exact moment that he pierced his clenching hole with one of his thick fingers.  Without thought he thrust into his mate's mouth, feeling the head of his cock slide into the man's throat.
     Twin groans echoed throughout the room and he looked down and saw Ton looking back up at him.  When he saw the small nod and the wink from the bigger man he knew that he'd been given permission to thrust.  So without thought, he began thrusting into Ton's mouth and then back on the two...no the three fingers that were fucking his hole, he felt Ton pull down lightly on his balls before squeezing them in his firm grasp and grunted as he began to fuck his mate's mouth faster.  Ton took it all and Tommy knew that he'd have to ask the man about his non-existent gag reflex.  It was amazing.
     Tommy felt his balls draw up close to his body and he knew that he was about to blow his load.  "A-A-Ant," he panted as his hand moved to the back of the other man's head and he thrust deeper into Ton's throat and further back onto his fingers.  He saw Ton nod and with a delighted cry he shot stream after stream of his seed down the man's throat.  He felt Ton move his head back some to collect the rest of his come in his mouth and once he'd grown soft in the other man's mouth, Tommy felt Ton pull away and hurriedly unbuckle his pants and pull down his boxers until his own cock and balls were free.  Tommy anticipated the moment that Ton shot his load all over him, so he watched in fascination when Ton let the remainder of Tommy's come and his own saliva dribble out of his mouth and onto his own leaking cock.
     He squealed when he felt Ton grab his legs and quickly divest him of his left boot before pulling his left leg free of his jeans.  Ton lifted Tommy's left leg in the air and leaning over placed his cock at the smaller man's tight entrance.  Tommy watched in fascinated anticipation as he felt his mate push into his body.  He felt as the the ridge at the head of Ton's cock grazed his prostate and he groaned as his cock began to stir again.  Ton pulled back out slowly and Tommy groaned again.  Out was so good...so good.  He moaned as Ton pushed back into him and heard as the other man whispered his name.  Ton began thrusting into him, slow and deep, his strokes measured and Tommy moaned as he felt every stroke deep within him, so deep that it felt as if they were touching his heart.  It wasn't long before Ton had put both of Tommy's legs over his shoulders and Tommy yelled as he felt the man move even deeper within him.
     This was how he was going to die.  His mate was going to fuck him to death.  He thrashed on the floor, his head moving from side to side, his hands clutching the carpet, Ton's shoulders, stroking his dick, pulling on his balls, a stream of broken words and profanity vetting forth from his lips.  He could tell that Ton was close as well, the bigger man's rhythm growing frantic and uncoordinated.  A few strokes later, Tommy felt his back arch and his head went back as he screamed out his cowboy's name.  Distantly he heard Ton's voice join his before he collapsed back onto the floor, Ton falling forward on top of him.  Tommy knew that he should feel squished, but he felt safe and comforted...loved.
     That feeling disappeared quickly, however, when he heard clapping and looked up to their bedroom doorway where Richard and Vet stood clapping, wide grins on their faces.
     "Now I see why you both watched us.  That was hot!" Richard said with a grin and Tommy merely groaned in embarrassment.

Inconceivable: Part Five

Part Five:


     "And then I turned around and he was standing right there with his arms folded across his chest, looking all huge and intimidating and I could feel my boyfriend trembling beneath me, his cock shriveling up inside of me like a raisin before he slid out and I just got so mad.  So I slide off the bed, turn around to face him, put my hands on my hips and say: 'Why don't you find your own boyfriend METRIC TON!'  He was so shocked by the new nickname, he didn't even notice my boyfriend, grabbing his clothes and climbing out of the window, the same way he'd climbed in...except this time he was doing it naked," Tommy burst into laughter as Luci regaled him with the story of how she'd come to call Ton, "Metric Ton."  He noticed Ton wincing and he laughed even harder.  Luci had been telling stories about Ton during the entire meal and Tommy couldn't remember the last time that he'd laughed so hard.  It was great and he felt himself healing with every story.
     He had used the bathroom without Ton's assistance and had spent the entire time thinking about his mate and the fact that the other man had rather watch him suffer than mate him and heal him.  When his reason had finally returned he realized that he should be thankful that the other man had respected him enough to NOT take advantage of him in his injured state.  He'd stepped out of the bathroom gingerly, after flushing and washing his hands and had smiled shyly up at the larger man.  Ton must have read his forgiveness and understanding in his eyes because without a word being spoken the larger man had come over, scooped him up into his arms and carried him over to the dining table to eat.  They were still there.  Tommy had finished eating half an hour ago and Luci had finished five minutes ago, but Ton was still eating.  Damn, he hoped that they had a big refrigerator in their new home, because his mate ate like a huge, fucking animal.
     Tommy snorted in an effort to restrain his laughter.  He merely shook his head when Ton and Luci looked at him questioningly, not wanting to share his amusement with them, concerned that they may take offense.  He yawned widely and nodded when Luci asked him if he wanted a cup of water.  As soon as Luci walked away he leaned over and kissed Ton's cheek where the bigger man sat next to him.
     Ton looked at him, his eyes wide with shock, "What was that for?"  Tommy smiled at him sweetly, lifting his hands up to cup Ton's cheeks.
     "That was for NOT mating me when I was too vulnerable to resist or give my permission," Tommy said softly.  Ton swallowed thickly and nodded.  "That's the only reason you didn't mate me right?  It wasn't that you were suddenly turned off by me?" he asked, uncertain, biting his lower lip.  Ton didn't say anything, just reached up and grabbed one of Tommy's hands and pressed it firmly against his very large erection.
     "Point taken," Tommy grinned.  The two men shared another small kiss and pulled away just as Luci returned to the table.
     "So Luci, tell me, where's your mate?" Tommy asked curiously as he took a sip of water from his glass.  The room filled with tension immediately and Tommy found himself glancing back and forth between Ton and Luci.  The two of them were having some kind of silent conversation with their eyes and Tommy could feel their anxiety rolling off of them in waves.  What the hell was going on and what were they keeping secret?
     "He isn't really able to claim me.  So...we know who each other is, but we're just not able to act on it," Luci evaded the question before excusing herself with an excuse that she wanted to go and pack up her car and rushing from the room.
     Tommy turned to look at Ton with an incredulous look.  Ton shook his head and held up his hands in surrender.  "Uh-uh.  Don't look at me like that.  It's not my story to tell.  Believe me I want her and this guy to mate, I truly do, but they won't do it.  They asked me to keep that secret and I won't betray their trust," the Texan said.  Tommy nodded and sighed.  He respected his man for honoring the wishes of his sister and not divulging her secret but he was curious by nature and he really wanted to know.
     "I understand honey," Tommy reassured his mate and yawned widely.  He merely smiled when Ton stood up and scooped him into his arms before carrying him back to bed.  His man could carry him wherever he wanted to and he wouldn't protest at all.  When Ton made a move to get off of the bed, Tommy grabbed onto his wrist and smiled at him again.
     "Stay?" he asked and Ton nodded.
     "Only for a minute, then I've got to clean up the kitchen and get our stuff in the truck.  I've got to get back to the ranch and we've got to leave today," Ton stated before climbing over Tommy to settle beside him on the bed.  Tommy nodded and turned over onto his right side, pressing his back to Ton's chest and his ass to other man's jean-covered erection.  He smiled as Ton growled low in his chest.
     "Stop playing with fire baby and get some sleep.  We ain't gonna do nothing 'til you're feeling better and it ain't gonna hurt you," Ton groaned, his southern drawl more pronounced.  Tommy had noticed when he'd visited Richard months before that Ton's accent and Southern dialect was only apparent when he was really angry or really turned on and if the very large pipe poking him in the ass was any indication, his big cowboy was very turned on indeed.
     "I can guarantee you Ant, I'll be feeling 100% by the time we get to Texas.  So be ready to not leave the bedroom for a while, because I want to learn how to ride properly and I'm practicing on you," Tommy promised just before he relaxed into sleep.

Unthinkable: Part Ten

Part Ten:


     He loved him.  His mate loved him.  No matter how many times Vet reminded himself of the fact that Richard loved him, each time he thought it, the idea became more unbelievable than the time before it.  His mate, his man, his Richard, loved him.  Vet shook his head, well aware that the big goofy grin stayed on his face.
     "Oh, get that smug look off your face," he heard Richard mutter as the smaller man walked past him, balancing one of the triplets on his hip.  Had it really been three months since he'd heard those words?  Richard had only said them once, but Vet knew that he still meant them.  It was in his every touch, his every word.  The way he kissed him, the way he took care of him, the way they made love.  Yeah, Richard still loved him, he just had to make the smaller man say it again.
     "What?  You got a problem with me smiling?" he teased the other man as they worked together to bring the triplets, the groceries, the shopping bags, the feed, the mail, the packages, the deliveries, and the rest of Richard's furniture in from outside.
     "I got a problem with it when you're smug for no reason," Richard huffed as he dragged in a large bag of potatoes from outside.
     "Well, why don't you ask me what I'm smug about then," Vet grinned as Richard flopped down onto the couch in the living room, smiling over at the triplets who smiled and giggled back at him.
     "I don't care to know," Richard pouted, knowing damn well what had Vet grinning like a Cheshire cat.  He did feel somewhat guilty, he hadn't immediately told Richard that he loved him when the smaller man had first said it, but he had told him since and each time all Richard had done was smile, kiss him and say "I know."  Which he guessed was something, but it just wasn't enough.  He wanted to hear his mate tell him that he loved him again.  He wanted to hear it everyday, for the rest of their lives together.
     "So, have you heard from Tommy?" he asked, deciding to change the subject as he came to sit next to Richard on the couch.  He heard the other man sigh in sadness.
     "Not since he tore out of here when Anton shifted in front of him.  I don't even know if he's okay.  He won't answer any of my phone calls, text messages or emails.  I feel like such an idiot, I really thought he'd be okay with the whole shape shifter thing.  I didn't think he'd spaz out, and the fact that he and Anton are mates?  Well, that just makes me feel worse," Richard confessed.  Vet felt his heart clench at the sound of his mate's sadness and guilt and pulled the other man snug against his chest.
     "No one blames you.  Ton doesn't even blame you.  He's hurting because his mate left him, yes, but that's directed towards Tommy, not you.  He's grateful that you gave him the opportunity to even meet his mate in the first place.  Don't beat yourself up over this, baby, please.  It will work out.  It always does, fate doesn't make mistakes when it comes to putting people together.  Trust me," he stated firmly before he kissed the other man's temple.  With a sigh Richard nodded and then turned on the tv before snuggling into Vet's chest, his arms wrapped around his big cowboy as they lay on the couch watching some sappy movie.
     "Gods above, where did all the good visual entertainment go," Richard moaned and Vet snorted.  "What?" he questioned.
     "Visual entertainment?  Why don't you just say movies man?" Vet chuckled.  "Ain't nobody here to try to impress wit' your ten-dollar words and your New York education.  It's all simple folk here.  Just say movies," Vet laughed as Richard's face flushed with embarrassment.
     "That's just how I talk Vet," Richard responded, embarrassed.  Vet's eyebrows rose and he realized that even after being mated for months, making love, raising children, running a ranch and a farm on top of being the alpha couple for the Tate Pack, there was still so much about his mate that he didn't know.
     "I'm sorry baby.  I wasn't tryin to pick on you none, just don't want you to feel like you gotta put on airs or nothing out here," Vet reassured his mate.
     Richard nodded and smiled, "Yeah, I know.  And even though it doesn't seem like it, I'm more relaxed here, and have been since I got here, than I have been at any other point in my life.  This is me relaxed and comfortable."
     Vet nodded and opened his mouth when he caught a whiff of smoke.  He lifted his nose to sniff the air and smelled more than just smoke, he smelled fire and he smelled wolves, lots of wolves about ten different wolves, and these wolves that had no permission to be on his property.
     "Richard, baby, I want you to listen to me.  I'm gonna get you and the triplets locked up safe and tight in the pantry.  There's a door in there, unlocks by knocking on the wall behind the cereal boxes, it leads you into a bunker downstairs that leads into a hallway that leads you to another piece of property at the edge of the forest.  I want you to wait in the pantry for two hours.  If after two hours, I haven't come to get you, I want you to take the triplets to the bunker in the basement.  Wait there for a few more hours.  If sunrise comes and I'm not there, I want you and the triplets to go to that other house, call my fried Ross, he'll get you all to safety," he commanded his mate, "Do you understand me?"
     Richard shook his head, "No.  What the hell is going on Vet?  Why are you telling me this?  What's happening?"
     Vet opened his mouth to respond and smelled fifteen more wolves that had joined the ten from before and with them he smelled one familiar wolf and they were getting closer...Bobby Ray.  He looked over at his mate, memorizing his features, caressing his face before he stood and quickly grabbed a large duffel bag.  Grabbing clothes, diapers, formula, bottles, wipes, shoes, and food, he threw them all into the duffel.  He grabbed the baby Bjorn and lifting Amy into his arms placed her inside before strapping her to Richard's chest.  He rushed over and opened the special order stroller they'd gotten, the one with three seats, made especially for the triplets.  Pulling back the visor on the back last seat, he put the duffel bag inside of it.  He turned and saw that Richard had already picked up RJ and was placing him into the stroller, so he grabbed Curt and placed him in the front.  Giving each baby their pacifiers, he hurried his mate and their children to the pantry.
     "Okay, so here's what's going on.  Bobby Ray is back, probably to get revenge and he's got upwards of twenty five other wolf shifters with him.  They've already set fire to one of my buildings, probably to smoke us all out of the house so that we can attack.  The other men'll be waiting on me outside the back of the house, but I gotta make sure you and the kids are safe before I go out there and deal with this.  I gotta save the horses and the other animals.  Gotta save the members of the pack that work and live her, most of all I gotta make sure my family, you and our babies are safe.  So I gotta go out here and kick some ass, but I can't do that if I'm worried about you.  Now you remember what I said for you to do?" he questioned his mate, his words coming rapid-fire, slurring slightly as his body became poised, ready to shift at any moment.
     Richard swallowed thickly and nodded before lifting up on his toes and kissing him deeply.  "You just make sure you stay safe you hear me Vernon Tate?  I love you and I am not raising these kids on my own," the smaller man sniffled.
     Vet's heart leaped in his chest.  He'd said it again!  Granted he'd said it in a moment of extreme emotional distress, but he'd said it nonetheless.  With a cocky grin he nodded.  "I love you too and that right there gives me a reason to make sure I survive.  Now go on, git."  He pushed his mate into the pantry and heard as the smaller man settled down the triplets.  Pulling his key out of his pocket, he locked the door and then ripped the clothes from his body and rushed towards his sliding door, opening the door and then shifting.  He'd let Bobby Ray get away once and he'd returned, seeking revenge.  The stupid man didn't realize that he'd only returned to let Vet finish what he'd started.  This time, one of them wouldn't be walking away alive. and Vet had everything to live for.