by Sara York
"Fuck, Billy, you know what to say to make me hot."
"Yeah I do. Now take off everything."
Tucker stripped, removing every piece of clothing before crawling to the center of the bed. Billy stood above him, taking in the raw beauty.
"I want you to stroke your dick, slow strokes only because I really don't want you getting off yet."
"Yes, sir." Tucker licked his palm before placing it on his dick. He arched up into his hand on the first stroke.
"Slowly. I want you to last."
Tucker gazed up at him, his eyes were greener than normal and his face red. The man was beautiful and Billy couldn’t believe that he had him. Never in his wildest dreams had he believed that Tucker would actually be his. When they came together, it was like fireworks exploded in the room with them.
His cock grew even harder and the game they were playing was too cumbersome. He tore off his shirt and pushed his pants to the floor before straddling Tucker. He grabbed the lube off the bedside table and coated his lover's dick.
"Impatient," Tucker said.
"Just fuck me." Billy lifted his hips and sat back slowly on Tucker's cock, letting go an explosive breath when Tucker breached him. "Oh hell, that's fucking good."
Tucker's fingers dug into the flesh at his hips as he took control of the rhythm, forcing Billy to follow his lead. "You like that?"
"God yes, I love having you inside of me."
Tucker pulled Billy close, cradling his head as he rolled over. "I love you, Billy Bradford."
"I love you, Tuck."
They weren't going to last long. Sweat clung to their skin as Tucker pounded into him. "Tell me, Billy?"
"What?"
"Tell me..." Tucker let go of another breath, his body stilling as he gritted his teeth. "Marry me." Tucker jerked, his come bathing the insides of Billy's channel as he strained against him.
Watching Tucker come always did him in and he couldn’t hold back. His orgasm hit, blanking his mind and stealing his words. When he came back to earth, Tucker's chest was plastered against his, his breath hot against Billy's neck.
"Yes," Billy whispered.
Tucker kissed his neck and slowly pushed his upper body away. "Do you mean it?"
"Yeah, I do. I want to be with you forever. I love you so much."
The smile from Tucker twisted his insides and left him speechless. They were going to be married. "How the hell did I get so lucky?"
"I'm glad you kissed me that first time."
"You ran off so fast. I thought for sure I'd lost any chance I had with you."
"I was just scared." Tucker snuggled closer, kissing Billy's pecs. "So did you notice how weird Marshal and Zander were acting?"
"Weird?"
"Yeah, something is up with them. Like them together kind of thing."
Billy laughed. "Marshal isn't gay. Hell, he and Zander together, now that's funny. They're just good friends."
"We were just good friends until I let you stick your dick in my ass."
Billy pumped his hips against Tucker. "I think it was you who first claimed my ass."
"Details, details. The thing is, we were just friends too until we weren't just friends. You know, us being together is amazing."
"It is."
"So why would it be so hard to see Marshal and Zander together?"
He'd never thought of the pair as a couple. An image of Zander naked under Marshal filled his mind and he shivered. "Fuck, I'm getting horny just thinking of them two in bed together. They'd be hot."
"You're getting horny from our friends."
"Babe, I only want you, but yeah, imagine watching Marshal claim Zander. We've seen how close they are as friends, could you imagine how electric they'd be together as lovers?"
Tucker growled and pounced on Billy, tickling him and blowing raspberries on his belly. He screamed and fought, but Tucker had the upper hand and used it to his advantage. Billy was getting hard as they wrestled, which probably made him less effective. He tried to get away until Tucker kissed Billy's belly then down to his dick, wrapping his lips around Billy's hardening length and sucking it into his mouth.
Billy threw back his head and groaned. He cupped Tucker's head, pressing down as he pumped into Tucker's mouth. His balls pulled tight as Tucker gently squeezed his sack. He didn't know if he could come again so quickly, but he wanted to. Then Tucker slid his finger into Billy's hole.
"Yeah, now." He warned Tucker, dropping his hands so Tucker could pull off if he needed to. His man stayed on him, swallowing his whole load. When Tucker finally sat up, his eyes were glassy with lust.
"I love it when you hold my head down and pump into my mouth."
"God, you are such a cock slut."
"Only for you."
Tucker straddled his waist, pinning him to the bed while he stroked his cock. Billy watched in awe as his man jerked off, giving him an amazing show. They'd done this many times over the last week, Tucker spraying his seed on Billy then licking it off. He loved the tongue bath and the benefits of a boyfriend who loved to eat come. He'd been with a few guys who didn't like to swallow. It was disappointing to have to pull out and come in his hand after the guy had given good head. Of course, with Tucker, the man was so new to having sex with guys that he was willing to try anything. Billy had promised him a weekend in Colorado Springs where they could spend the entire time naked, having sex every second they were awake. He hoped that weekend came sooner rather than later.
Chapter Five
Marshal grabbed a beer out of the fridge, and stumbled out to sit on the porch. Grant would be home soon. There was a time that he'd longed for Grant to come home from missions, then Craig happened and it changed everything. He still enjoyed knowing Grant was safe, but the thrill had to die, so over time he convinced himself he wasn't excited by having Grant come home. When Craig had left, Marshal would be lying to himself if he said he hadn't hoped he and Grant might have something, but the desire and want for Grant had died long before he'd hooked up with Zander.
Had he and Grant gotten together, he wondered if they'd still be here at Wild Bluff. The hours were crazy, the work draining. Sure, they performed a service few were willing to take on. Most of the world was oblivious to what the men on this ranch really did, and they wanted to keep it that way. When stories of governments executing bad guys came out, society freaked, meanwhile they wanted peace in their neighborhoods. With the corruption in politics, there wasn't any hope for justice. The rich had the means to defeat any judgments against them, and the really bad guys were usually filthy rich. Few poor people had the resources to pull together mass bombings or put together huge human trafficking rings. Few of the poor created chemical weapons and used them against other people. Sure, the poor were targeted by the police because they were easy to catch and they couldn’t defend themselves as easily in court. The number of crimes solved went up and the local law agencies looked good on paper, but the real war on crime happened outside of local law enforcement.
The work at Wild Bluff was rewarding, leaving him mostly fulfilled, but lately he'd found everything less rewarding. Maybe Zander was right and he needed a break. Taking six months off from missions would allow his mind and body to relax. He closed his eyes, thinking about kissing Zander, touching him and holding him. The man knew how to make him hot.
He wanted more. At first, he'd not been sure about allowing Zander to touch his ass, much less fuck him there, but now, he wanted to feel the thick head of Zander's cock deep inside him. Just imagining the act made him hard.
The screen door banged closed and he popped open his eyes. Roger had two beers in hand, offering one to him. He took the bottle, grateful he wouldn't have to go in for another one.
"Are all months this stressful?" Roger stretched out beside him, crossing one long leg over the other. Marshal had always liked guy's legs but now, after he and Zander had done what they had, guy legs were even more important to him. He sat up, adjusting his cock so it wasn't so noticeabl
e.
"No, this has been one of the more difficult times since I've been here. We usually don't have operatives shot, lose men in the field, or have guys leave the ranch then end up being terrorist. It's been a crazy month."
Roger took a swig then held his bottle on his stomach. "How do you stay sane? You've been at this for a while, right?"
"I have, and I'm not sure I'm sane. I need a break. I'm exhausted mentally and emotionally."
"Are you leaving?" Roger sat up straighter and leaned in close, his eyes wide.
Marshal smiled and shook his head. "Hell no. I just need to take myself out of the lineup for a while."
"Can you do that?"
Marshal took a sip out of the new bottle. He never done it, but a few of the guys asked to be off duty. Zander needed intense counseling after one of his missions, and he stayed off site for a few weeks, but the hell he'd gone through had been worse than any of the other guys had seen. "It's always an option. Operatives need to be at peak. If there is anything distracting you, you need to speak up."
"Yeah, I could see that being important."
"You itching to go out on a mission?"
"Yeah, can you tell?"
He chuckled, taking another sip of his beer. "A bit. I'm usually antsy to head out. I like being in the field most of the time. The ranch is great. Having support makes a difference. It's one of the reasons Duff agreed to start the ranch. You know, most assassins work alone. There is a huge amount of mistrust among them and too many end up dead before their time. The death rate is huge, either suicide or mistakes in the field. Few know the true statistics because not many people like to list assassin as their line of work, but it's bad. Duff wanted to change that. Maybe it's too crazy of an idea, trying to make assassins play fair, but we try."
Roger took a sip of his beer and relaxed in his chair. "Craig turning has to be a blow to Duff."
"Yeah, you could say that. We all thought of Craig as family. Though he was different than the rest of the guys, more competitive, and less of a team player."
"When I was serving, team was the most important thing. We didn't work to preserve ourselves—I mean there was some of that, but on the battlefield, the guys put the team first."
Marshal wished he knew what had made Craig turn against them. It couldn't have been something small or easy for him. Being dedicated to honor and justice was ingrained in Marshal's life. He would always make the choice for justice over self. That Craig had decided to go against that principle and choose evil over good baffled him.
His phone beeped, signaling an incoming message. "Grant just texted. He's in Denver. I guess that means he'll be home soon. Said we should go to bed—that we'll talk in the morning."
"Probably wise."
Roger stood and turned back to him, lifting a brow. "You coming?"
"Yeah. I have something I need to do."
He followed Roger in, tossing his bottle into the recycle bin before walking to Zander's room. Two beers wasn't enough to have him drunk, but he was pleasantly buzzed and feeling good. He placed his hand on the doorknob and turned it, cracking open the door just a bit. Silently, he stepped in, allowing the door to shut behind him. Zander had already fallen asleep, one leg was out of the covers, the other tucked beneath the white folds. The man hadn't closed his blinds fully and moonlight spilled in, shining on the sweet curve of Zander's ass.
Marshal pulled off his shirt then unbuttoned his jeans, shoving them to the ground. When he tugged his underwear waistband out, his dick wasn't held in place any longer and stood straight up, pointing to his bellybutton. After ditching all of his clothes, Marshal stroked his cock, wondering how angry Zander would be if he slipped in while he was still asleep.
The lube sat beside Zander's bed and he grabbed the tube, slicking up. He wondered if Zander had jacked off before falling asleep. Marshal lowered slowly to the mattress and ran his nose along Zander's spine, loving the way the man smelled. The masculine scent was too much, and he needed a taste so he licked Zander's neck, eliciting a moan from his man.
"Zander, I want you."
"Marsh?"
"Yeah, babe, you awake enough for me?"
"What are you doing?"
Marshal lined up his dick, sliding between Zander's ass cheeks. The pucker was tight and it took a few swipes of his dick against the bud to relax his man. He felt the difference but didn't slip in.
"Let me have you." Marshal begged as he brushed his cock over Zander's opening.
"Oh hell, so good." Zander whispered and pushed back, allowing Marshal's slicked up rod to slide in. "Fuck...so hard."
Marshal gasped, the heat so intense he almost couldn't breathe. "I needed you." Marshal pushed forward a bit more, his dick slipping deeper into the hot channel. Zander was quiet, his body still. "You okay with this?" Marshal didn't push forward though he wanted to.
"More, please give me more." Zander pushed back, taking in more of Marshal.
He kissed Zander's neck, licking at his earlobe. "You are so hot. I can't keep my hands off you." Marshal rocked his hips forward then pulled back.
"Harder."
Marshal lifted a bit, changing his angle. He wrapped one arm around Zander's chest, holding him close as he slowly pumped his hips, working into Zander. "You like that?"
"God, yes."
Zander's enthusiasm ramped up his need, and he pulled back quickly before slamming in again. The air whooshed out of Zander. For a moment, he thought he'd hurt the man, but Zander lifted his hips, taking Marshal in again. Sweat dripped down the side of his face and pooled in the small of his back. His body tingled and he wasn't going to last long. Being inside of Zander was more exciting than he thought it could ever be. His brain fuzzed as he pumped.
"Zander, fuck—I'm going..."
His rhythm failed as Zander's ass squeezed around his dick. There was no way he was going to last another minute. He came, shooting his load into Zander's ass. The intensity of Zander's orgasm was almost too much as his channel squeezed around Marshal's dick, trapping him in place.
When Marshal could move again, he slid out, gasping at the exit. "That was amazing."
Zander pushed him off then climbed on top of Marshal, reaching over to flip on the light. He lowered and licked at Marshal's lips before pulling back, his lips turning down in a frown. "Please tell me you're not drunk."
"No, just buzzed enough to lose the fear of fucking you. I'm not smashed and I will remember all of this in the morning."
Zander sank down on top of him, snuggling close. His come leaked out of Zander and onto his leg. Pride filled him as he grasped Zander's butt cheek, squeezing hard.
"Good, because I'd hate for you to forget the best sex of my life."
"Best?" The word echoed in Marshal's head and he couldn’t help but smile to himself.
"Yeah, that was amazing. Waking with you ready for me, pressing at my opening, hell, I was so turned on."
He sighed and squeezed Zander tighter. "I'm still scared."
"It's okay. We can take things slow. Come on, shower with me then we can sleep."
"You don't think anyone will think it's weird that we're in bed together?"
"Marsh, no one is going to know. And if they do, who gives a shit." Zander cut his gaze to Marshal's before sighing. "I know you do, and I won't say anything to the group, but you have to realize they're going to figure it out soon enough."
"I know, I just need some time to make sure I've got it together. It's just different to me, not that I'm not proud of what we have, but I've never been with a guy like this and I'm nervous."
Zander laughed and pulled him up, dragging him to the bathroom. "It's okay. But we need to shower, we can talk about this later."
*~*~*
Roger went to his room, took a quick shower before pulling on a T-shirt and shorts. He had no intention of lying down in his bed. It was wrong, but he was going to wait for Grant in his room. His thoughts flipped from going to the kitchen to wait for Grant to ignoring him until
morning. The hug they'd shared before Grant had left for England had meant something.
He switched on the light in Grant's room seeing that the bed was perfectly made, nothing out of place. When he'd come here, he'd been surprised how much these guys trusted each other. Doors without locks, rooms left open for anyone to go into. Of course the vetting process to get on the ranch was lengthy and those chosen were selected with care. That Craig had been accepted and lived here while he was double-crossing them was surprising. He wondered if Craig turning on them would change the way they operated.
Roger looked at the chair then the bed and thought about sitting in the chair, but he was exhausted. The liberties he was taking kept piling up, but he couldn't stop himself. With the light flipped off, he shuffled to the bed and dropped to the mattress. After a few minutes he rolled to his side, snuggling the pillow under his head. The air conditioner turned on and chilled him. He was already on Grant's bed, and decided he might as well do it right, so he pulled the covers from under him, drawing the sheets across his legs and torso.
Guilt ate away, twisting in his gut, leaving him with a burning sensation in his stomach. He was about to get up when he heard voices. He didn't want to be caught coming out of Grant's room so he stayed where he was, hoping he could leave in a bit.
The comfortable mattress and pillow did him in as he thought about the ranch and his new life. Memories of him and Hayden together swirled through his dreams as he drifted off. He woke confused and a bit upset because of the dreams he'd had. The sound of water running in the sink brought him to sitting position then he remembered that he was in Grant's room, in his bed. His face heated but he didn't have enough time to recover before Grant was standing in the doorway, his body lit from behind. Roger stared and saw that Grant's shirt was off.
"Sorry." Roger crawled from under the covers and tried to stand but Grant stalked over, and pushed him back onto the mattress.
"Don't move." Grant crawled onto the bed, straddling Roger's body, hanging over him. The light from the bathroom was enough so he could see the hollow look in Grant's eyes.