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

how you ended up here, just—something. Anything.”
    Beyond the canvas walls of the wagon, the fire was banked down low, mostly just coals now. There wasn’t hardly any light but what little bit of moonglow slipped through the clouds. All Everett could really see was the glittering of Dalton’s eyes, and the movement of his mouth. Everett could only see his lips because Dalton kept licking them, making them wet and shiny in the dark. Distracting as hell, but Everett was determined to set his gut, and his mind, to rest. Only a man with something to hide, or something he was deeply ashamed about, keep so damn tight about himself.
    “Just tell me what you want me to say and I’ll say it.” Dalton kept his gaze pinned to the arched roof above them.
    “I don’t want you to say nothing but the truth.” Everett traced his fingers up and down the length of Dalton’s arm. The more closed-lipped Dalton was, the more vocal Everett’s inner voice wanted to be. “What’s in your past that’s so all fire horrible?”
    “I don’t know. I don’t remember much of anything before I woke up and saw you.”
    Damn. Everett felt like a complete clod. He’d heard of folks being hit so hard the blow knocked the memory right out of their heads. No wonder Dalton wasn’t talking. He wasn’t hiding anything. He just didn’t remember. Everett’s inner voice promptly rolled over and went to sleep.
    “Aw hell, I’m sorry.” He pulled Dalton onto his chest. “Why didn’t you tell me that? I was all worried you were a bandit. Or something worse.”
    Dalton laughed.
    “And now you’re laughing at me.”
    “Only because you’re funny.” Dalton leaned up. “Look at me. Do I look like a bandit?”
    “No.” Cupping his chin, Everett turned his face this way and that as if examining him. “You look more like one those fine, upstanding city folk.”
    “But I’m lying down.”
    It was Everett’s turn to laugh. “You got a way with twisting my words around with your tongue.”
    “I’m good with my mouth.” Dalton leaned in close.
    “That you are.” Just thinking about what he’d done to him, twice, had Everett’s heart racing and his dick standing at attention.
    “I could do that again.”
    “How about I do unto you?” Easing him back, Everett resisted the urge to go fast and furious like they had every time so far. He felt badly for doubting Dalton. Maybe his not remembering might be for the best. A man couldn’t hurt over a wrong he didn’t know had been done to him.
    Dalton relaxed under Everett’s gently exploring hands.
    “You have the softest skin.” Everett kissed his shoulder then worked his way up to Dalton’s ear. Pulling the lobe into his mouth, he let go with a sigh. “And I swear you taste sweet.”
    “Sweet?”
    “Yeah. Not like sugar, but like...air. The way the air tastes in spring. Fresh, and a little warm, with a hint of heat to come.” That was what sparked him so hot about this man. There was fire in him. Even naked, Dalton looked city slick, but inside he was primitive, like the full-blown heat of summer.
    “Do you like when the wind blows?” Dalton’s voice was very soft, almost as soft as his skin, and quiet, like the first few drops of a storm.
    It was a curious question, but the way Dalton asked, the answer seemed deadly important to him. Everett kissed his neck while teasing his fingers around the very edge of his nipple without touching the most sensitive center.
    “I like it when the wind blows.” Everett lifted his finger and lowered it to a fraction above one straining nipple. “Today the wind cooled the sweat on my brow.”
    Dalton held his breath, waiting for contact. After a long time, Everett lowered his finger to his now sensitized nipple. Dalton gave a little jump, as if he’d been shocked, then he sighed and chuckled.
    “When I first saw you across the fire, I thought you would be rough and dirty, almost cruel in your passion.” Dalton lifted his hands above his