McLeod, Anitra Lynn - Dirty Cowboy (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove) Read Online Free PDF

Everett settled on the makeshift chair. He grinned when he saw Dalton testing one of the pots of water.
    “Your face hurt?” After getting a handful of his stubble, Everett had no doubt that the redness on Dalton’s face was the fault of his rough beard.
    “A bit.” Dalton smiled at him. “I thought if you were going to clean up, we should get you all the way there.”
    With the delicate touch of an experienced barber, Dalton shaved him. Usually when he indulged himself with a paid shave, he was as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs, but with Dalton, he was utterly relaxed. The feel of his soapy fingers and the slick whisking of the blade was almost sensual. Dalton took his time, stroking over his neck, his cheeks, and even that notch right below his nose. If he noticed the scar under his chin, he didn’t ask after its cause, which Everett was glad for. He didn’t want to tell that story to him.
    When Dalton finished, he used the kerchief to wipe up the last of the lather, and then he leaned over and kissed him.
    “Better?” Everett asked.
    “Much.” Dalton kissed him again. And again.
    In short order, they discarded the shaving equipment and ended up with Everett leaning against the wagon and Dalton pressing close.
    When Dalton yanked away the blanket, Everett asked, “What about supper?” His nose twitched, and his belly rumbled. Whatever Dalton had made smelled better than anything he’d ever thrown together. On the other hand, having Dalton’s hands all over his face had stiffened his prick. Between his hunger for food and his craving for sex, Everett couldn’t decide which need was more pressing.
    “It’ll keep for a minute.” Dalton palmed Everett’s prick.
    “A minute? Is that all this is gonna take?”
    “Probably.” Dalton dropped to his knees and took Everett’s cock into his mouth. The wet heat of his tongue was a shocking contrast to the cool night air.
    “Whoa, slow down.”
    Firelight flickered over Dalton’s hair as his head bobbed, but rather than easing up, he tugged more firmly along Everett’s cock with his mouth. When he lifted his hands, encompassing Everett’s shaft and balls, Everett couldn’t even breathe the orgasm rose up so swiftly.
    “I—my God!” Before he even knew what hit him, he climaxed good, hard, and long. So stunned was he that Everett couldn’t even move. He sagged heavily against the wagon.
    When Everett looked down, Dalton met his gaze. While looking him right in the eye, Dalton did something with his tongue, a flicking motion, that caused one last twitch that milked him dry.
    Dalton pulled back, releasing Everett’s now-spent cock with a pop . He stood and then kissed him.
    Damn if he wasn’t right. The whole thing from start to finish had probably taken less than a minute.

Chapter Six

    “I’ve never had a better meal.” Everett nestled into the makeshift bedroll next to Dalton. It was the first time he’d ever slept naked. “Stew, biscuits, and where did you learn to make coffee like that?”
    Dalton shrugged.
    Playing was fine, but Everett was getting worried that any personal type questions he asked got shuffled off or flat-out ignored. He wasn’t sure if Dalton was hiding something or if he was ashamed.
    “Did they hurt you before they left you?” He hadn’t seen a mark on him, but some hurts didn’t leave marks.
    Rather than answer, Dalton pushed him on his back.
    “Whoa, no, not again.” As much as he wanted to let this go right where it was bound to go, he knew he wouldn’t feel right without a bit of jawing. “I want to talk to you.”
    With a huff of disappointment, Dalton rolled over onto his back. “Why can’t we talk tomorrow?”
    Everett couldn’t think of one good reason except his gut was telling him something wasn’t right. And if he didn’t figure out what was going on, he was going to either inadvertently hurt Dalton, or get hurt himself.
    “Tell me about yourself. Doesn’t have to be