by Carly Marie
Another new fact learned: I had a bit of caveman in me.
Mark writhed on the bench below me as he steadily finger-fucked himself. I knew when he’d found his prostate because his hips rose off the leather and a moan tore out of him that could have woken the dead. I had enough sense to listen for approaching cars, but when I didn’t hear any after a few seconds, my attention went back to Mark.
In the moonlight, I could see the tip of his cock was already red and angry, and beads of sweat had formed across his forehead as he worked a third finger into himself. My own cock was leaking so much precum it both felt and sounded like lube as I continued to jack myself slowly. I wasn’t going to last much longer, and I began fumbling with the condom wrapper. Too damn horny to remove my hand from my cock so I could open it more easily, I used my teeth and my free hand.
I saw the moment that Mark’s body fully accepted his fingers. His entire body relaxed, his cock filled completely, and his face transformed from tight to blissful. The speed that he was fucking himself picked up, and I almost came from the sight. I clamped my fingers around the base of my cock and hissed at the sharp pressure, but it did the trick and I was able to roll the condom down my length without incident.
“Stop,” I grit out. My voice sounded rough in the car, and Mark stilled instantly.
“I… You… More… Ung.” His fingers moved and nailed his prostate again and he threw his head back in delight.
So sexy. So ready. “Need inside you.” Not the most eloquent sentence of my life, but it got the point across and Mark pulled his fingers out with a frustrated grunt. As I shuffled forward awkwardly, Mark forced his shirt over his head. I worked to keep one leg on the seat and braced myself on the floorboard with the other, then lined up with his ass and began to slide in. His body accepted me without resistance, though I took my time entering him. Tight, hot heat engulfed me inch by inch as I rocked in and out until I was resting balls deep against his ass.
Mark sighed when I was finally seated. His muscles contracted around me a few times and damn near pulled my orgasm from me. I took a moment to look at our surroundings and found us still alone. We were on borrowed time at that point and the windows were beginning to fog up, but it was hard to bring myself to care much. Pulling back until I risked my cock sliding out, I rocked back in and Mark hissed. We were both so lost to pleasure that I didn’t know if either of us would last more than a few moments. Each thrust was faster and harder than the last, and sweat had begun to gather across my brows and chest.
Then something changed. Mark looked up into my eyes, and despite his wide pupils, love radiated through him. My pace slowed as I moved in and out of his body, and my arousal warred with my emotions. I was unsure if I wanted this to last forever or allow the desire and need I’d been feeling to finally crash over me.
My hips, and maybe my heart, seemed to make the decision for me. My pace slowed and I fell forward, my elbows bracing me on either side of his head, and our lips crashed together. Mark’s hands nudged their way between our bodies before he began to work each of my shirt buttons undone.
With his cock trapped between our stomachs, I felt precum slicking the way, but our tongues lazily tangled with one another. With my shirt open and his fingers gently carding through my hair, down my neck, and over my shoulders, I knew we weren’t ready to move this along just yet.
I’d had numerous lust-filled fucks in the past, but now I knew what passionate lovemaking felt like. What Mark and I were sharing was not the crashing together of two bodies, it was the coming together of two souls. Emotions welled inside me that I wasn’t able to unpack as quickly as they built. I had almost given up on ever sharing this with anyone. There were only so many failed relationships a person could have before he started to believe love wasn’t in the cards. I squeezed my eyes shut in an attempt to keep my tears at bay, but I felt them slipping out regardless.
Finally, I opened my eyes and looked into Mark’s and saw the same love shining back. How had I been the lucky one who Mark was willing to risk it all with? He’d been honest with me regarding his reservations about letting people know about us. I understood. We’d only been together a few months, and I hadn’t expected him to come out yet. I’d been willing to deny our relationship. But he’d taken a risk. He’d felt I was worth it, we were worth it. Emotion overtook me. It was impossible to ignore the love, the desire, the completeness that we’d found. “I love you,” I whispered.
Mark’s eyes misted over as well. I didn’t know exactly what he was feeling, but if it was anything like what I was, the tears were inevitable. “I love you too.”
Then I felt him brace his leg against the split in the front of the seat, and his hips bucked upward, pushing my cock deeper inside him. The movement caused my dick to run across his prostate and Mark’s eyes rolled back. “Please. Please, please. Hard. Please.”
Who was I to deny the man I loved anything? We had to move this along anyway. It had to have been at least fifteen minutes without a single car passing us, and I knew we were pushing our luck, even for here. I picked up the pace, and with his hips raised slightly, every thrust nailed that sensitive spot inside him. From there, my orgasm built quickly, and I wrapped my hand around his cock. Mark only lasted three strokes before he exploded. His ass clenched around me so hard I had no choice but to be pulled over with him. Cum coated his shoulder, chest, and stomach as he heaved in air while trying to recover.
My own orgasm had been so powerful that I wasn’t sure I’d be able to move for the rest of the night, much less in the thirty seconds or so we had to recover. Still out of breath and resisting the urge to collapse on top of Mark and sleep for a while, I saw lights in the distance. Thankful for the flat road, we had time, but not much.
“Shit.” We both scrambled to get dressed and climb back over the front seat. Mark’s legs had just slipped over the seat when the headlights pulled to a stop behind us.
I buttoned my shirt quickly, racing the approaching footsteps. Mark tried hard to smooth his hair, though from the light shining in from the car behind us, there was little he was going to be able to do about it. I put my hand on the window crank just as a flashlight illuminated the car. It was hard to make out, but I saw the sheriff’s name on his uniform.
“Evening, Trent. What are you doing out this way?” I greeted him when the window was down. We’d gone to high school together and had always been friendly. He was out of his jurisdiction, but if he wanted to, he could call the sheriff here.
He shook his head as he patted the roof of my car. “Evening, Jeff. Heading over to have dinner with Sheriff Westfield. Louie giving you troubles again?”
“He overheated a few minutes ago. Should be just about cool enough to get going again. Mark and I lost track of time talking.”
An eyebrow went up and he smirked. “Uh huh, I’m sure you were talking. Anyway, I hear that congratulations are in order for Seth and the team.”
I couldn’t help the proud dad smile that split my face. “Sure are. They worked hard this season.”
“Why don’t you see if Louie’s running again before I get out of here?”
I turned the ignition and Louie started back up. Turning a bright smile toward the sheriff, I lifted a shoulder. “Just as expected.”
Trent nodded his head. “Get Louie and the good doctor home. And Jeff?”
“Yeah?”
“Your shirt’s buttoned crooked.”
I groaned and felt my cheeks heat. “Thanks. I’m just going to be getting home.”
Trent laughed so hard he had a hard time responding, finally settling on waving a hand at me.
We pulled into the driveway at my house ten minutes later and I cut the engine. Mark met me at the front of the car and pulled me into his arms. “When I saw you and Louie on the side of the road a few months ago, I never imagined where I’d be today. You’ve repeatedly proven to me what an amazing man you are. From the way you and your kids have welcomed us with open arms, to the way you ta
ught me to love again. I moved here looking to be closer to my family, but I didn’t know I would gain another family in the process. I’m sorry it took me as long as it has to let people outside of our families know.”
I opened my mouth to tell him I understood, but he pressed his finger to my lips. “Huh-uh, let me say this. I saw risks—I didn’t see the rewards. For that I’m sorry. I’m going to change that. I want you to know that you’re worth the risk. Falling in love with you has been easy, and I want you to know that your love in return will always be enough.”
I wiped a tear from my eye and leaned forward. “I love you, Dr. Murray.” Our lips brushed together and in that moment, I knew there would never be a time Mark’s love wouldn’t be worth any risk.
EPILOGUE
Jeff
~15 months later~
Warm—okay, hot—sun beat down on our necks as Eli, Thomas, Seth, and I stood outside the clinic as Mark locked up. We had to be at the high school in twenty minutes if we were going to make it to Jenna’s graduation ceremony on time. Thankfully, the high school was only a ten-minute walk from the clinic, but if Mark didn’t hurry his ass along, we were going to melt into the sidewalk before then.
He finally joined us, giving the boys each a hug before leaning over to give me a kiss. Right there on the sidewalk as a line of cars drove by, likely all heading to the high school. “Sorry about that. A broken arm doesn’t like to wait until business hours, and I didn’t want to make the Westfields head to the emergency room.”
I chuckled. It didn’t matter which Westfield it had been; there was no way Mark would have let the sheriff, his husband, or any of their kids go to Nashville if he could help it. By this point, Mark might as well have been born and raised in Fairview. He knew more people than I did and we were unable to go anywhere without being stopped by at least one or two people.
With Mark assimilating so well into the town, he never wanted to turn someone who was in need away from the clinic. We all understood emergencies, and I was thankful that people seemed to respect his days off and only called for true emergencies. Thankfully, emergencies here were usually broken bones that could be dealt with in under an hour or a few stitches, nothing like what he’d dealt with in Louisville. Now that we all lived in the big colonial he’d purchased when he moved to town, it didn’t feel like an imposition when he got the occasional call after hours.
Mark linked his fingers with mine and we began the short walk to the school. The boys chatted about a video game they’d been playing earlier and Jenna’s graduation party that would be happening the next weekend. They’d all grown in the last year and a half. Seth was now a young man with a deep voice and a driver’s license. It was easier to hand the keys to my old truck over for the first time than it was to acknowledge how grown up he’d become when he began to grow a beard earlier in the spring.
Thomas had started middle school that year, and I was reminded every day that we were in the throes of the tween years all over again. I couldn’t help but admit that having a second parent around made it a lot easier to handle than when my kids had been that age.
Eli would be starting fourth grade in the fall. He’d finally gotten over his aversion to kissing. Of course, that didn’t stop him from telling us to stop if he felt we’d gotten carried away.
As we turned the corner to head to the high school, we walked past our house. The pristine white fence was a testament to the hours the kids and I had spent over the spring repairing and repainting it, but it had been the last major repair that had needed to be done.
After a year together, Mark and I had decided it was time to merge our lives into one home. After weeks of discussion, we’d decided it made more sense for us to move to Mark’s house than the other way around. It was larger than my house and even closer to the garage. Of course, merging six people and two homes’ worth of stuff hadn’t been easy, but we’d made it work.
The closer we got to the school, the more times people to say hello to us. There had been a normal amount of chatter when the town had found out about our relationship. After the confrontation at the basketball tournament the year before, news of our relationship spread like wildfire. Surprise quickly faded and little was said beyond the occasional congratulations or question about how Mark or I was doing. I’d always known our town was accepting, but until our relationship had come out, I hadn’t appreciated just how lucky I was to be living there. Being able to walk down the street holding Mark’s hand without whispers or judgment was liberating.
We settled into our seats in the stadium. It was still hotter than hell, but at least it was shaded and there was a light breeze from the woods behind us. My mind drifted briefly to the velvet box in my sock drawer at home and the ring inside it. I needed to find the right moment to give it to Mark.
A lot could have happened to change where we were today, but our friendship and the love we shared had been enough to get us over each hurdle we’d encountered. A new job, the merging of two families into one, and now, watching as Jenna took her first steps into adulthood.
I’d spent over forty years waiting for the man who would make my life complete. Now that Mark was here, I knew I wanted to spend every day of the rest of my life with the man who was cheering just as loudly as I was as Jenna received her diploma. Together, we could face any challenge. I loved having him as my boyfriend, but couldn’t wait to be able to call him my husband.
~*~
ALSO BY CARLY MARIE
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Be My Home: An At Home Valentine’s Day Novella Book 1.5
Coming Home, Finding Home Book 2
Close to Home, Finding Home Book 3
Already Home, Finding Home Book 4
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Undisclosed Desires, Undisclosed Book 1
Untamed
Untamed
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OUT NOW
UNTAMED
PROLOGUE
Rand
The young man sitting across from me sipping coffee wasn’t what I’d expected when I’d posted an ad for someone to help with the breeding program I was trying to get off the ground at Untamed, the horse ranch I’d inherited from my dad when he died. Until now, we’d been a rescue and training center. I had no intention of leaving our roots—the area I lived in didn’t have enough people to take on the unwanted animals as it was. I had an open-door policy at the ranch, and we took in any stray or unwanted animal that came our way, within reason.
My goal was to expand Untamed to be something a little more profitable so supporting all the animals we did wasn’t so difficult. I knew enough about breeding to know I didn’t know nearly enough to do what I wanted to do. That hadn’t stopped me from dismissing the three previous applicants because I didn’t trust that they knew the difference between a mare and a gelding.
Kyle was young, younger than I’d expected when his application had appeared in my inbox a week earlier. His brown hair was cut short on the sides and longer on top, the jeans he wore were fitted but worn, and his plaid button-up shirt was new, but it didn’t appear as though he was trying too hard to impress me. He was impressing me, but not just with his job qualifications. Kyle was gorgeous, well-spoken, and his eyes were mesmerizing. I needed to be careful or I was going to make him uncomfortable with the way I was staring.
“Kyle, how is it you found my job posting exactly?” According to his application, he was living in Columbus, Ohio and had a master’s degree in animal husbandry. I didn’t know how he was old enough to have a master’s degree, and I was perplexed about what he was doing in Tennessee. And judging by his lack of accent, he hadn’t grown up anywhere near the South.
“I’m looking for a change of pace. I already knew
I’d have to leave Columbus if I wanted to find a job doing what I love. Over the last few months, I’ve been keeping my eye on job postings out of state. I wrote a script to scan for job ads looking for positions in my intended field. Your post came up, and it seemed like a good fit. I love horses, and I like the idea of being on board during the beginning stages of a breeding program where we can work together and set something up that works for you and the ranch. Coming into a system that’s already in place and just taking over someone else’s job doesn’t sound as rewarding to me.”
Expanding Untamed to include a breeding program had always been my dad’s dream. Unfortunately, he died before it ever became a possibility. It had taken years of saving, and I’d had to sell off a few acres at the back of the property to a development company to have enough money to expand. My dad would be rolling in his grave if he knew I’d sold the land, but the truth was, it was useless land full of dead earth and more natural hazards than I wanted to deal with. I’d be shocked if the development company found a way to make it useable, though they had paid me a hefty price for the property. The influx of cash had given me the ability to give this crazy venture a go. Finding someone who understood animal breeding well enough to walk me through the intricacies of what I didn’t know had been a lot more difficult. The fresh-faced kid sitting across the table from me seemed to have the drive and the education that just might make it work. Not wanting to show him how excited I was, I forced myself to ask more questions.
“What got you interested in husbandry?”
The smile that crossed Kyle’s face was genuine. “It’s actually kind of a backward story. I’ve always loved animals. My grandpa had a small farm in Illinois, and I enjoyed spending time there as a child. He died, and the farm was sold before I was even a teenager, but I’ve always associated ranches and farms with my grandfather and happiness. I knew I wanted to do something to make a difference, I just didn’t know what exactly that would be. My parents tried to pressure me into vet school, but that didn’t feel right. I took rural sociology as an elective during my senior year of high school. We studied agriculture and visited a working cattle ranch for a field trip. Most of my classmates were repulsed, but I was fascinated. I knew then I wanted to go into husbandry.”