by Olivia Black
Striding around the truck, Jackson opened the door. “Come on in, lunch should almost be ready and you can meet the others.”
Easton reluctantly unbuckled and slid off the bench seat. When his feet hit the ground, Easton stood straight, looking as if he’d found his strength. He gave Jackson a jerky nod before grabbing his bag. Jackson took the other and led Easton toward the house. He heard a few chuckles and some conversation as he opened the screen door, holding it for Easton to precede him. The other man did, removing his straw-colored hat in the process. He looked around, assessing the place.
“Let’s head into the dining room.” Jackson placed Easton’s bag on the floor. “I can introduce you to everyone and you can get a bite to eat.”
“Sounds good.” Easton breathed out, placing his bag on the floor, and the two of them strode into the dining room.
The conversation stopped, all eyes turning toward them. “This is Easton Baker. Easton, I’d like you to meet Robbie Robertson—he’s one of our half brothers.” Robbie gave a wave from his position at the table. “Wyatt Thompson is the foreman and the others work here at the ranch. That’s Cody White, Mason Cline, and Preston Maxwell. And I can’t forget Mrs. Hunt.”
Mrs. Hunt walked toward them, looking at Easton the way she’d looked at him. Moisture filled her eyes as she wrapped Easton up in a tight hug. He didn’t seem to have the same issue that Jackson did. He wrapped his arms around her almost immediately. After a couple minutes, Mrs. Hunt pulled back and cupped Easton’s face, and Jackson averted his eyes. He didn’t want to intrude on their private moment.
“You look exactly like him.” She sniffled. “Even more than the other two boys.”
Walking past the pair, Jackson went to the kitchen table and sat down next to Wyatt. He was glad that Robbie and Easton seemed to be fitting in. The people here at the ranch opened their arms and their hearts so easily, welcoming them. He really liked the Belt Buckle Ranch. Looking over at Wyatt, the cowboy seemed to read his mind. He knew exactly what Jackson needed. Wrapping one hand around the back of Jackson’s neck, he pulled him close, plastering their lips together.
A few whistles rang out, but he ignored everyone and everything around him and focused on Wyatt. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was a claiming, meant to show everyone that Jackson belonged to him. At least, he hoped that’s what Wyatt wanted to do. He wanted to belong to Wyatt. He wasn’t sure if or when he would be ready to leave the ranch. Pulling back, Wyatt placed one sweet kiss on Jackson’s lips before winking.
He slowly stood up and picked up his empty plate. “I’d better get back to work. Will you come to my place later?”
“Uh…yeah.” He grinned. Jackson watched as the other men sitting around the table finished their meals and went back to work. He couldn’t wait until the sun set.
Chapter 10
Wyatt ran his tongue around the head of Jackson’s cock in small circles, sucking the pre-cum out of the tip. He’d been dreaming about Jackson all day, fantasizing about having him back in his bed. Moving down, he licked Jackson’s hard shaft before nuzzling his balls. He took one into his mouth, humming softly, then the other. Jackson made sexy little sounds, pushing Wyatt to want to please him more. Wrapping one hand around the base of Jackson’s shaft, Wyatt sucked the head into his mouth.
“Oh, God! Your mouth.” Jackson moaned and pushed a hand through Wyatt’s hair. “It feels so damn good.”
Wyatt bobbed his head and pumped his hand. He tried to stay in control, but Jackson was far too excited. He pumped his hips, taking what he needed and fucking Wyatt’s mouth. He relaxed his throat and Jackson moved faster, harder, deeper. He almost gagged, but didn’t stop or pull back.
“Going to come…swallow me…take it,” Jackson practically demanded as his thrusts grew more frantic. “Wyatt!” he shouted and warm jets of spunk shot down Wyatt’s throat.
Wyatt swallowed repeatedly, taking all the salty-sweet cum that Jackson gave him. Jackson’s body went lax on the bed, proving that Wyatt did a damn good job, and he couldn’t help but grin. He licked and kissed Jackson’s spent cock, cleaning his man up, before climbing up his body. He pulled Jackson close and wrapped his arms around him, holding him. He placed a kiss on the young man’s forehead even though he wanted to take possession of his mouth.
After a long day, Wyatt yawned and closed his eyes. He wrapped one leg over Jackson’s. If there was a way to draw the young man even closer, he wanted to find it and plaster their bodies together.
After a few moments of silence, Jackson finally spoke. “I received a phone call today when I went to pick Easton up at the airport.”
“Is everything okay?” Wyatt felt anxious and unsure.
“A friend from work called. There was an impromptu meeting concerning a new architectural project. I’d been working on a proposal for so long. In fact, I set up a meeting with the partners at the firm I work for, but I was late and missed the meeting. It turns out that they’re using my project.”
“That’s great. You’re going to get that office you always wanted.”
“Except that someone else took credit and my cubicle was packed up. I think I lost my job today, and I feel like my whole world is falling apart.” Jackson wrapped his arms around Wyatt and held on tight.
“I’m so sorry.” Wyatt kissed the top of his head. “I know things seem awful right now, but your life isn’t falling apart. It’s changing shape. And although change can be scary, it’s part of life. Things may seem confusing right now, but you’ll figure it all out.” He hoped that his words might help. He didn’t really know what to say to make things better.
“If I’ve lost my job.” He shook his head slightly. “I don’t know what I’m going to do. I don’t think I can start at the bottom, not again.”
“I’m sorry,” he said once more, rubbing Jackson’s back, trying to offer comfort. “I know this must be devastating. Is there any way you can prove that the company stole your idea?”
“Do I want to go through a legal battle with one of the top architectural firms in the country?” He exhaled loudly and shrugged. Wyatt could tell that he wouldn’t be going that route. “I don’t really know.”
He sounded more defeated than angry. If Jackson was fired up and ready to fight, Wyatt would encourage him to go back home and get an attorney. But maybe Jackson needed a change and, honestly, Wyatt wanted him to stay a while longer. He wrestled with what to say, not wanting to be selfish. It would be great to have the man longer than a short vacation, but he didn’t want to push his own wants and desires onto Jackson. The man needed to make his own decision.
So he said the only thing he could. “Whatever you decide, I’m here for you. Anything you need.”
“Thank you.” Jackson tightened his hold and Wyatt did the same.
Wyatt closed his eyes, holding a man he knew he could so easily love. He’d been single for so long and now he didn’t want to fall asleep without Jackson in his arms.
* * * *
Jackson woke up with the sun on his face. He heard the shower running and smiled, picturing his sexy cowboy wet and covered in soapsuds. Rolling out of bed, he stretched and headed toward the bathroom. Peeking into the room, he heard Wyatt humming softly and knew he wouldn’t be able to pass this opportunity by. He cleared his throat, making his presence known, before climbing into the shower with Wyatt.
“Good morning.” He grinned, holding his arms open.
Jackson didn’t think twice about plastering his body against Wyatt’s. He was really enjoying their time together. Even though he’d heard some disturbing news from his friend and co-worker, he couldn’t be upset or angry when his cowboy appeared so happy to see him.
“I have time to wash you before work…if you’re interested.” Wyatt’s voice sounded hopeful, and Jackson moaned. The cowboy ran his hands down Jackson’s back, cupping an ass cheek in each hand and squeezing.
“That sounds amazing.” He couldn’t wait to have the man’s callused hands rubbing all
over his body.
“Hands on the wall,” Wyatt ordered.
Spinning him around, Wyatt placed Jackson’s hands on the cool tiles where he wanted them. Wyatt pressed his body against Jackson’s back. He nuzzled his neck before sinking his teeth into the flesh of his shoulder. Jackson shouted his pleasure, his cock hardening instantly, his breath coming in rapid pants. He’d never experienced Wyatt, the dominate lover, but he could barely hold it together as excitement sparked and grew.
“I want you to stay just like this, or I stop,” Wyatt threatened, and Jackson nodded his consent.
The big man stepped back and Jackson was tempted to look over his shoulder, but refrained. He didn’t want Wyatt to stop. After almost a minute of waiting for Wyatt, which was pure torture, the man finally touched him. Big, strong, callused hands started at his ankles and slowly moved up his knees and finally thighs. Wyatt moved slow, massaging each muscle and turning Jackson’s body to mush. Biting his lip, he prevented himself from speaking, but couldn’t stop the moan of pleasure.
“You can talk, Jackson, you just can’t move.” Wyatt chuckled.
“Oh, thank you…” he murmured, breathing out in relief. “I don’t want you to stop. That feels so good. Mmmm…” Jackson let out a deep moan when Wyatt gripped his ass.
Wyatt pulled his ass cheeks apart and Jackson froze, tightening his muscles. Don’t move. Don’t move. Don’t move. Wyatt used the pad of his thumb, massaging Jackson’s hole in a circular motion until he relaxed.
Panting, Jackson swallowed the excess saliva in his mouth just as a wet tongue licked up and down his crack. Wyatt pushed his tongue in deep, swirling the appendage around, fucking Jackson’s ass.
“Oh, fuck! Wyatt! P–please…” Jackson stayed rooted in place as his eyes rolled back. He didn’t know how much longer he could stay still.
Instead of answering him, Wyatt continued to torment him. From his position, on his knees behind Jackson, Wyatt reached between his legs and fisted his cock.
“Oh, Wyatt! Oh, God…please let me move.”
Wyatt pulled Jackson’s cock down, and sucked the tip into his mouth as he slowly slid a thumb inside Jackson’s hole. Wyatt alternated between the head of Jackson’s cock and his asshole. He nibbled, sucked, licked, and ate his ass until Jackson thought he was going to lose his mind. Shaking, Jackson tried to grip the tiles for support.
“Wyatt!” he shouted. “Please…damn it! I need you inside me. Fuck me!” He hit his fist against the wall and Wyatt stopped. “No! Please…” If Wyatt stopped now Jackson was afraid he might cry. The pleasure was intense. Everything the man did to him felt incredible.
Wyatt smacked his ass cheek. “Push your ass out, baby, I’m gonna sink my cock in deep.”
“Jesus,” he whispered at the coarse words, and obeyed immediately. He pushed out his ass and arched his back.
Wyatt rubbed his hands down Jackson’s back. With his left hand, he gripped Jackson’s shoulder and with the right, he lined his shaft up against Jackson’s hole. The head of Wyatt’s cock slowly pressed inside, stretching him. His cock popped past the tight ring of muscle and Jackson groaned deep in his throat. Once Wyatt was buried deep inside him, he held his hips in a tight grip.
“Oh, God…” he breathed out. “You feel so good inside me. So fuckin’ good.”
“Oh, baby, your ass is so tight.” Wyatt leaned over his back, covering him.
Jackson felt surrounded by the cowboy’s warmth. The cowboy bucked his hips, fucking Jackson hard and deep, dominating his body, and nothing had ever felt better. His mind was fuzzy, as pure pleasure rushed through his system, and he couldn’t think.
Floating on a cloud of sensation, Jackson focused on everything he felt. The hard cock sliding in and out of him… The strong, callused fingers, holding him tight… Wyatt’s body covering his as the big man fucked him into oblivion…
“I’m gonna…I’m so close…” he told Wyatt. He couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Come for me.” Wyatt growled.
He reached a hand around and fisted Jackson’s cock. He pumped once…twice…and Jackson lost it.
“Oh, fuck!” He shouted as his orgasm shot out of his cock and painted the wall and floor of the shower.
Panting, Jackson tried to catch his breath. Before he could even move or speak, Wyatt cupped his cheek and turned his face. He captured Jackson’s lips in a passionate kiss that curled his toes. His lips were soft, his mouth gentle. Their lips moved in a slow rhythm. The tenderness after the rough loving was a surprise. It made him feel special. The kiss went on and on, long and drawn out until Wyatt’s softening member eased out of Jackson.
Wyatt gave him one more peck, before helping Jackson to stand on shaky legs. He grabbed the bottle of shower gel and squirted a large dollop onto his hand.
“I’m ready to clean you.” He winked, and Jackson started laughing.
He would never be able to look at a shower again without thinking about Wyatt. The man had just given him the most amazing experience of his life.
Chapter 11
Over the next two days, Jackson’s other brothers arrived. The first to show up in Telluride was Jared Carter, followed by the fifth and final, Oliver Davis. Jackson had gone to the airport with Wyatt to pick up both men. He’d been spending all his time with the cowboy, working by his side during the day and sleeping in his bed at night. He’d even taken his luggage out of the main house so that he wouldn’t have to go back and forth. It seemed natural to be with Wyatt.
Jared looked and acted a lot younger than his thirty-one years. He strode into the airport terminal with a big grin on his face, carrying a guitar case in one hand and an old duffle bag in the other. He looked like a rock star—long, wavy brown hair that had an ombré effect that flowed past his shoulders, a full beard and mustache, bright blue eyes, and was wearing all black. Jackson could easily picture Jared as a playboy. He was very good looking. Both men and women were checking him out with obvious appreciation as they walked to the truck. The conversation with Jared was easy. He was friendly and outgoing.
Oliver was the complete opposite.
Oliver came into the terminal with a straight face, not exposing any emotion at all. He had short brown hair, scruff on his face, and sad, copper-colored eyes. He was quiet and sat in the truck with his bag on his lap, holding it as if it were a lifeline. When Jackson told him about William’s passing, the sadness turned to anger. From that moment, Jackson kept his distance. There was something about Oliver, something significant that told Jackson to give the man his space.
“Trent Weston is here. We’re all meeting in William’s office.” Wyatt held out his hand and Jackson took it.
The cowboy pulled him out of the comfortable chair he’d been sitting in and led him down a long hallway. When they reached the office, Jackson looked around. The room was warm and comfortable, with a Western theme throughout the space. Creamy brown walls, beautiful photographs of horses and the ranch, two large couches with Native American blankets thrown over the backs for decoration.
Wyatt escorted Jackson to one of the chairs located in front of the desk. Swallowing hard, he took a deep breath and sat down. This was it, the moment everyone had been waiting for. They had all come to the Belt Buckle Ranch to meet their father and now, they were all going to hear his last words. Jackson stared across the desk at Trent Weston. The man had a serious look on his face—tall, muscular, fit, with salt-and-pepper-streaked hair, brown eyes, and an unshaven face. He was a good-looking man and Jackson guessed that he was around Wyatt’s age.
Trent looked around the room. He nodded once before picking up the pile of papers resting on the desk.
“I, William O. Rickett, of the Belt Buckle Ranch located at…” Jackson looked around the room, wanting to see his half brothers’ reactions.
He couldn’t believe that in such a short period of time, he went from an only child to having four brothers. They looked similar in different ways. From the rodeo pictures spread throu
ghout the room, he could see William in each of the men. What were they thinking? Did any of them know that William was their father before the man’s death? He had so many questions, but kept them to himself. He didn’t know the men very well. At least, not yet.
“‘I declare this is my last will and testament.’” Jackson looked back at the executor, Trent, and tried to pay attention. He was disappointed that he hadn’t met the man who’d been a rodeo star. He could imagine that he would have some great stories to tell.
“‘I never married and all references in this will are to my sons, Jackson Murphy, Robbie Robertson, Jared Carter, Easton Baker, and Oliver Davis. I give my entire interest in the real property, which is my ranch and residence, Belt Buckle Ranch, at the time of my death to my sons. Any and all belongings I have shall belong to all five of them to distribute as they feel fit.’”
Wait? What? Jackson sat up a little straighter. Why would William leave everything to the five sons he never knew? Why didn’t the man take care of the folks that ran and worked at the ranch itself? The room was silent as each man processed the information they’d just received.
“What the hell?” Robbie muttered, mostly to himself.
“Oh, my God!” Jared stood up and started to walk around the office.
“What does that mean?” Easton asked, clearly confused.
“Wait…we…the five of us own this ranch? That means we can sell it and split the money, right? We could make a ton of cash.” Oliver looked absolutely pleased with his idea and Jackson cursed at the man inside his head. Selfish fucker!
“Asshole.” Robbie didn’t seem to have the same problem as Jackson.
“What about Wyatt and the other folks that live here?” Jackson asked, chiming in and adding his two cents.
“There are a few stipulations, if you would all let me continue.” Trent’s voice boomed through the room and everyone stopped talking.