by Jon Keys
“Oh, man. That’s so good.”
Sam squirmed into position and pried Gordy’s ass open. He leaned forward and sank himself deep inside. The tight heat set every nerve into a lustful interplay. He tried to give Gordy time to adjust, but he was too far gone to wait more than a few seconds. Waves of euphoria washed over Sam until he knew his time was coming. Sam thrust harder with each moment until he plummeted over the edge. He buried himself deeply and held onto Gordy as the first wave of ecstasy passed through him. His body convulsed with each release until the last of it passed with a sigh.
“Oh. My. God,” Sam groaned.
Sam writhed with his cock still buried inside Gordy. His breath slowed from gasps, as Gordy seemed content to have Sam lay on top of him. But after a few minutes, Sam stirred.
“Cold?” Gordy asked.
“Maybe…”
Gordy shifted around in their bed until he had Sam spooned against him. From there, it was easy to pull the thick sleeping bag over them. Sam relished the heat and even more the strong scent of amazing sex. He trembled when Gordy leaned in close and kissed his neck.
“I love you. You’re amazing,” Gordy said.
Tears rolled down Sam’s face as he turned and kissed Gordy. “I love you, too.”
* * * *
The warm afternoon sun beamed over Sam’s bare back as he worked to be certain their fire was out. This was their last day of vacation and it had been a wonderful week. The scenery was beautiful and the sex mind-blowing. Sam’s auburn hair twisted in the breeze and the tufts of hair under each arm drew Gordy closer. He stood watching, realizing he loved this man more with each passing day.
Sam turned toward him and grinned. “Hey, handsome. The vacation is almost over. But it’s been fun. I’m glad you came up with the idea.”
Gordy shrugged, feeling his heart race as he tried to control himself. “It was a blast. Now we’ve got the rest of the summer to move to A&M. It’ll be a big change for us.”
Sam stood and dusted off his hands before he moved close enough to Gordy to give him a kiss. “It’ll be fine. You’ve got a full-ride academic scholarship and a grad assistantship. I’m sure I can get a job at the computer help desk. They’re always needing experienced people. So, that year of working IT at State will make the job thing easy.”
“It’ll be a long way from home, and who knows how they’ll accept us. I might not be on the football team any more, but there are assholes everywhere.”
“Why are you getting cold feet suddenly? We’ve talked about it. As long as I have you, things will be fine,” Sam said.
Gordy motioned to the opposite side of the clearing. “What’s that?”
Sam pulled on his shirt as he scanned the area. “I don’t see anything. What’d you think it—” He’d turned back and found a shaking Gordy on one knee. Sam asked in a whisper, “What are you doing?”
“Be quiet. I’m already about to puke from nerves.”
Sam nodded but reached over and wiped the tears from Gordy’s cheeks. He stood without speaking while Gordy swallowed hard, looked up at Sam and grinned.
“When we first met, you thought I was a stupid jock and I thought you were a pompous jerk. We’ve been through a lot since then. Now we’re off to new adventures, and I can’t imagine doing them without you at my side. Samuel Doherty, I love you. Would you marry me and make me the happiest man alive?”
He looked up and tears streamed down Sam’s face. He didn’t look any calmer than Gordy, but he appeared happy. Gordy knelt there until the silence stretched too long and the sobs from Sam got louder. He started to panic.
“Well? You gonna marry me?” Then he realized he’d missed an important step. “Oh hell. I have rings, too.” He opened his hand that held two titanium wedding bands. Sam laughed through his tears, took the smaller ring and slipped it on his finger before tugging Gordy to his feet.
“Yes. Yes! Of course, I’ll marry you. You’re my whole life.” He took the other ring and threaded it onto Gordy’s finger. After another minute had passed, Sam chuckled. “How long have you had the rings?”
Gordy grinned. “A few months. There’s never been the perfect time to propose.”
“Does your family know?”
“Not when I was going to pop the question, but I told them we were getting married.”
“And?”
Gordy beamed. “We can have our ceremony at the ranch and my brother is our wedding planner.”
“Oh crap. This will be one for the ages.”
“Oh yeah. Ardmore may never recover,” Gordy said with a grin.
“Then it’ll be the perfect wedding.”
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Excerpt
Chapter One
The slam of the front door followed by the click of metal against marble brought Gabriel relief. When the more substantial sound of a heavy leather belt joined it, he grinned. Officer Anthis was home safe.
“Hey, babe. How was your day? The sheriff had me running all over Grand County. Wash up. Dinner’ll be ready soon,” Gabriel called into the living room.
In response, his tall, burly husband strolled into the kitchen, wrapped his arms around Gabriel from behind and pulled him tight. Gabriel inhaled the delicious mix of masculine scents filling the air as Rick planted a kiss on the side of his neck. Damn, he always makes me feel so good. Even after all these years, it’s like my first crush.
Gabriel turned then pressed his lips against Rick’s. The hot kiss continued for quite a while before they separated, and when they did, he had a pleasant, sexy buzz. He ran his hands over Rick’s broad shoulders and sighed as the jolts of pleasure crawled through his body. He kissed along Rick’s jawline, loving the rough texture as he had each time for over a decade, then he asked, “So, the day went well?”
Rick leaned back, gripped Gabriel’s butt and mashed their crotches together. Well, there goes any chance of an intelligent conversation from me. No blood’s left in my brain. He could bend me over the counter, fuck me silly and I would be a happy man. Gabriel reached up and stroked his fingertips over Rick’s blue-black five o’clock shadow.
“You have the heaviest beard of anyone I’ve ever seen, and I love it. But unless you want dinner burned, you need to let me cook.”
A deep rumbling laugh that never failed to leave Gabriel a little weak in the knees echoed through the room. Rick released him and leaned against the counter. “That’s what you get for falling in love with a Greek. We’re shaving from the time we’re out of diapers.”
Gabriel pushed the spatula across the skillet, stirring the contents of their meal. The aroma of basil and oregano swirled in the air, and as it mixed with Rick’s heady musk, Gabriel inhaled deeply and the comforts of home flooded him. He couldn’t keep from glancing around the room. The kitchen in their first apartment had consisted of an electric skillet and a toaster. Now Gabriel did most of the cooking, so decisions about how to best handle the room had been left to him when they’d remodeled soon after moving into their house. As a result, the kitchen always made him content.
Rick slipped one hand toward Gabriel’s crotch, but Gabriel caught his thick wrist and spun him in the direction of the glass-fronted cabinet lined with plates. “Set the table. Supper’s ready.”
“Do I have time to change?” asked Rick.
“Nope. Besides, that way I get to stare at a hot cop.”
That same bass chuckle erupted again and built Gabriel’s sense of contentment. He dished up the food and carried it to the table while Rick put out the place settings. Rick filled their tumblers with iced tea as Gabriel eased himself into his chair. After a final check to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything, he grinned at Rick before leaning over to give him another quick kiss. “Eat. Don’t let it get cold.”
Rick studied him for a moment as he sat. “How was your day? You seem beat.”
Gabriel shrugged as he reached for the sugar bowl
. “Nothing bad. Typical stuff for us deputy sheriffs. Mr. Wisner thinks someone is stealing his cattle, but he still has the same number. A couple of domestic complaints. The usual. I’m just tired.”
Rick pulled the sugar out of reach. “I can tell when you aren’t watching your blood sugar. What is it?”
Gabriel glared at Rick, irritated he would bring the subject up again. “It’s one-sixty. I’ve got it under control.”
“That’s high, and you know it. Your doctor will up your insulin if you’re not careful. You tell me all the time how much you hate the shots.”
A gust of breath exploded from Gabriel. “Well, shit. All the stuff I want is off limits.”
Rick grabbed his shoulder and squeezed. “I’ll eat whatever you eat. I can help cook, too. It wouldn’t hurt me to lose a few pounds. We could also jog again, like we did when you were finishing college and I was a broke rookie.” He winked at Gabriel and patted his slightly rounded stomach.
Gabriel lifted an eyebrow and his mouth twisted. “This should be fun, both of us hungry and bitchy as hell. Add the exercise so we can be sore, and it will be wonderful.”
Rick ruffled Gabriel’s hair then ate with relish and without further comments. They were enjoying the final bites of their meal when they heard yelling from outside. Rick listened for a minute before shaking his head. “Are they at it again?”
“Ever since I got home. I thought Mark left, but it sounds like he’s back. They’re arguing in the driveway. They normally aren’t this easy to understand.”
“Poor Jacob. Those two are tearing up the kid with all their bickering,” Rick said.
“Yeah, I ran into Rachel at the grocery store. She’s trying to take care of him. She told me money was short, but she didn’t want Jacob to worry. Mark’s behind with his child support, and the stress is getting to her.” Gabriel studied his husband before venturing an opinion. “Jacob idolizes you. You know that, right?”
Rick shrugged, but Gabriel knew he worried about the eight-year-old. He’d been protective since they’d met and had only gotten more so over the past months as his parents' marriage came apart in a very nasty and public way. But they tried to be a safe refuge where Jacob knew his parents’ issues weren’t his fault.
But when he glanced back, Gabriel’s emotions were well hidden. “I just try to let him have a little break from the drama at home.”
Gabriel motioned toward Rick with his fork. “Eat. With them fighting, it won’t be long before he’s at the door looking for his buddy.”
* * * *
Rick dried the last dish and put it in its proper place. He glanced around the kitchen they both loved. Their stately house and the quiet, older community it was nestled inside was exactly what they’d wanted. Their neighborhood was comfortable, with a mix of people. Most of them were willing to help each other at any time. He hoped Mark and Rachel could work out their issues. Jacob needed peace and security and should be their most critical consideration.
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About the Author
Jon Keys’ earliest memories revolve around books; with the first ones he can recall reading himself being “The Warlord of Mars” and anything with Tarzan. (The local library wasn’t particularly up to date.) But as puberty set in, he started sneaking his mother’s romance magazines and added the world of romance and erotica to his mix of science fiction, fantasy, Native American, westerns and comic books.
A voracious reader for almost half a century, Jon has only recently begun creating his own flights of fiction for the entertainment of others. Born in the Southwest and now living in the Midwest, Jon has worked as a ranch hand, teacher, computer tech, roughneck, designer, retail clerk, welder, artist, and, yes, pool boy; with interests ranging from kayaking and hunting to painting and cooking, he draws from a wide range of life experiences to create written works that draw the reader in and wrap them in a good story.
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