Cold Steel and Hot Lead [How the West Was Done 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free PDF Page A

was perpetrating some hoax. Would he cuff Derrick’s hands behind him and show him the trick to escaping? Derrick didn’t want to back down or shy away from something as silly as a circus trick. He was completely unprepared when Rudy pressed his palm to his lower back, pulled him closer, tilted his chin, and kissed him.
    It wasn’t a chaste kiss by any means. Rudy immediately tickled Derrick’s lips with the tip of his tongue and mashed his soft, open mouth against his. Derrick jerked backward a bit, but he didn’t wrench himself away from the embrace. He even lifted a hand and ran it up Rudy’s strapping, muscled chest, fascinated to feel the firm plane of another man.
    Rudy tasted like whiskey. He may have been eating strawberries judging from the sweetness Derrick lapped from his lips. Rudy pressed Derrick to him so tightly that Derrick had to part his thighs and lean back against the windowsill. Rudy supped on him with the gentlest, most savory mouth Derrick had ever tasted. But when he leaned into Derrick and gyrated his hips against him, the reality of what he was doing struck Derrick.
    Another man’s erection was rubbing firmly against his. And despite the surge of lust that expanded in his balls and plumped his cock, Derrick knew this should be repellant. And although he had his hand around Rudy’s neck in a vise grip, holding him firmly so he could continue feasting on his mouth, suddenly Derrick found himself standing eight feet away.
    He faced the spirit cabinet, cradling his painfully erect prick in his hand in an attempt to rearrange it in his trousers.
    He must have shoved Rudy away from him. When he turned back to the window, Rudy was sprawled there, clutching the windowsill as if it were the only thing keeping him upright. His beautifully piercing eyes now looked shocked, and anger flitted across his countenance.
    Derrick was angry, too. What had given Rudy the idea that he would be susceptible to such perverted tactics? Did he look like a poof—like one of those theatrical fellows with faces full of skin powders? Yet his words came out almost apologetic. “I’m not one of those bumsuckers you’re accustomed to working with.”
    Rudy tilted his head. “I didn’t think you were. That’s one of the things I like about you.”
    This angered Derrick in an entirely new way. “Oh. So you like the challenge of seducing regular, normal men?” Curiosity overcame him. “How many of them fall prey to your charms?”
    Rudy grinned again. In his line of business, he must be accustomed to disappointment. Putting one’s self out there every day for a jaded, blasé audience must create a resiliency in men. Already, Rudy was chipper and confident again. “Almost all of them. Politicians especially. You’d be surprised to learn what secret desires lurk in the hearts of those lawmakers.”
    Derrick’s mood perked up. He even walked closer to the window, now that his lengthening erection was under control. Somewhat. “Oh, yes? Give me an example.”
    Rudy became modest. “Well. I’m not one to kiss and tell. But when I grabbed a certain senator in Abilene, within seconds he had his cock down my throat.”
    Merely the word “cock” rolling off Rudy’s tongue made Derrick’s nipples stiffen. This man was a sensual buck, that was for certain. The showman’s life must be dull when not performing, the only gals either snake handlers or the Fat Woman. The “spangled beauties of trapeze and limb” were married to fellow showmen, Derrick had noticed over the years. It was probably just easier to grab the first phallus that looked reasonably attractive. “Who? You have to give me a better clue than that.” Derrick became sly then, too. “Or I’ll question the Phenomenal Percy Tibbles.”
    “Oh, threats now, is it? All right. Let’s just say his initials are C.K., he’s from Maine, and he enjoys wearing women’s corsets.”
    “Carl Kerr? Christopher Kavanaugh? It’s Chris Kavanaugh, isn’t