He wondered where Gabriel had gone. Last he’d seen Gabriel was hiding under the piece of siding, but he wasn’t in that spot anymore. Items were pelting Adrian’s board roof again, bits of brightly colored paper and clods of fur sprinkling down around them. Adrian fervently prayed there wouldn’t be any body parts to traumatize Brooke. A toilet seat that smashed into the snow twenty feet away seemed to be the last airborne object, so tentatively Adrian moved their roof aside to peer about. The skeleton of the trailer still smoldered, and the occasional crackle and pop lit up the remaining two-by-fours still standing, but only seatless toilets and sinks remained on the foundation, maybe a smoking hull of a metal file cabinet.
Adrian allowed Brooke to slowly crawl out into the snow. The first item she picked up was the “No Smoking” sign, now telling them “N Smo.” “Wow,” she breathed. “I guess Wade started jonesing inside the trailer and decided to light up.”
“Yeah.” Adrian stood and brushed his ski pants free of debris. “And I don’t think he smoked cigarettes. He never asked for one the whole time we hauled him to the Monticello jail.” He picked up a jagged glass tube coated with milky white residue that had no doubt been a meth pipe mouthpiece. Adrian didn’t run into meth during the course of his job, but Gabriel unfortunately did, so he pocketed the broken glass and yelled, “Gabriel!”
“Whoa! Dude!”
It was Doug Ostrovsky skiing over the rise, followed by two beefy guys in goggles with mirrored lenses. They slalomed professionally through all the fallen trash and swished to a stop near Adrian and Brooke. Doug moved his goggles to the top of his head and shouted enthusiastically, “Dude! That was epic sickness! Kabloom, shit flying everywhere, just like in a Bruce Willis movie!”
“More like a Leslie Nielsen movie,” said Brooke soberly, tossing aside the sign to pick up a smoldering red fox’s tail. “‘Keep on moving. There’s nothing to see here.’ I wonder how many damned animals he had in that trailer? I’m assuming—and hoping—they were all already dead when the trailer exploded.”
“Epic sickness,” agreed a security guard, high-fiving his coworker silently with his gloved hand.
Adrian literally sighed with relief when Gabriel came stomping down the rise from where Doug and his cronies had emerged. Adrian stomped up to meet him and they collided like two Frankensteins, trying to throw their arms around each other with all the padded layers of clothing separating them.
Adrian even dared to kiss Gabriel on the mouth, if only briefly. “Thank God.” They had taken off their gloves while waiting for Wade to leave the trailer, so they now wrung each other’s icy hands.
“That fucktard,” panted Gabriel, “must’ve been really craving a hit off his pipe. You okay?”
“Fine. But I think Brooke should go see the lodge doctor pronto.”
Brooke had stamped up the rise, and she now kissed Gabriel’s face as well. She was so fresh and rosy cheeked from the icy air, simply a ravishing snow bunny. Anger welled in Adrian again to see the purplish knots shining on her forehead, but now he could console himself that Wade Rivers had just laid down in a bed of his own making. “Darling,” she said to Gabriel, joining the group hug. They all leaned in, noses nearly touching. “I think Wade just saved you a lot of paperwork.”
Gabriel laughed. “Now I don’t have to arrest him.”
Two snowmobiles came over the crest of the hill, the red-jacketed ski patrol alerted to their location by the fireworks display.
“Listen, little one,” said Adrian, wringing Brooke’s hand, “that ski patrol guy will drive you back to Walden Camp. You don’t need to be here answering ridiculous questions.”
Gabriel added, “Yes, go with them, Brooke. We’ll be the ones to answer the idiotic questions.”
Brooke was hesitant. “Gabriel, did you know Adrian accepted a job at the ranch?”
“No.” Adrian hadn’t told him. Gabriel wrapped a hand around the back of Adrian’s neck and squeezed. “Good for you, buddy. Good for you.”
Brooke added, “And there’s some surprise at the ranch. He won’t tell me what it is.”
“In due time!” cried Adrian. Good things came to those who waited. He didn’t want to play all his cards at once and risk his lovers growing tired of him. Adrian knew he’d have to keep things interesting if he wanted these two on their toes.
“Yo!” Doug was yelling. “Dudes. We’ll need to, ah, get some kind of explanation as to what transpired here. Darius here will take Brooke back to the lodge.”
Adrian waved his assent to Doug. He kept a grip on Brooke’s arm as he led her to the snowmobile. “You go back and listen to what the doctor says. Take the painkillers. I don’t want the woman I love to be in any pain.”
Brooke paused and looked at him sideways, mischievous. “So you love me, eh?”
Adrian looked sideways down at her. “Always have.”
She nodded briskly. “I knew that.” And she stalked off to the waiting snowmobile.
Adrian sighed deeply. He was the one who was going to have to stay on his toes if he wanted to keep up with Brooke McQueen.
Epilogue
Adrian had only come indoors to grab a wine opener, but now he was pressed up against the granite countertop by a hulking male body.
Gabriel bit his earlobe and whispered, “You wouldn’t believe how hot this view is getting me.”
Adrian hung his head to give Gabriel access to his neck. He shivered with delight when Gabriel nibbled there. “That was the plan.” Adrian had worked with an architect to situate the house with optimum views from all windows. He had quickly decided that the great room, kitchen, and master bedroom should face Prism Canyon with its vast vista of layered red rock formations. A forest of eroded monoliths and sandstone pinnacles played out before them any time they washed dishes or chopped garlic. During storms, an ever-mutating kaleidoscope of shadows passed over the panorama of white-topped domes and spires.
Adrian had chosen a “Mountain Craftsman” design modeled after Utah houses he’d admired as well as the “chalet” Nathan had already started building for Xandra and Julian back in January. Adrian had jumped in headfirst so precipitously to this home-building that their home had been completed nearly the same week as Nathan’s “Bait and Switch” home, just one mesa over from their chalet. Adrian’s new family hadn’t come up with a name yet for their beloved chalet with its breakfast cupola, river rock fireplace, meditation room, and twenty-foot windows.
He had saved quite a bit of money in his private military years, having nothing really important to do with it. He had even been fine driving his 1999 Jeep, now parked outside the new chalet. He had sold his New Canaan house and land—he could always stay in a hotel when he had to go to DC for company work. Xandra McQueen owned all of this land, and it was a snap to convince her to deed over a parcel of it for the use of the new Kinsey family. Adrian and Brooke’s wedding was next month in October, so as to give people plenty of time to recover from last December’s Horowitz-McQueen nuptials. The Kinsey-McQueen vows would blow the first ones out of the water.
Gabriel ran his tongue up the side of Adrian’s neck. Taking a big handful of Adrian’s ass in his palm, he squeezed. “You don’t need that butt plug anymore,” he observed, dry-humping Adrian’s ass, clutching Adrian’s thigh between his own two powerful ones.
“Don’t get so cocky.” Adrian chuckled at his own corny joke. He had still not allowed Gabriel to take him up the ass. Since turnabout was fair play, he did allow Gabriel to fuck Brooke wearing a condom. Now, of course, Gabriel was wanting Adrian’s ass all the time. In the shower, out at the ranch, on horseback.
Today Adrian was feeling particularly randy. It was a triumph, having built this house. Though they’d been sleeping in the unfinished rooms for a few weeks, tonight would mark the first official night in a house that would probably never be finished. The victory of months of labor was riling him up—that, and Gabriel’s questing, squeezing hand fondling his crotch.
“We have time,�
�� Gabriel murmured.
“What if someone comes looking for us?”
“I’ll lock the front door. Besides, you don’t think those three are constantly going hard at it, especially now that the baby’s a little older?”
That was true. Little Sam Horowitz was already his own man. Hanging out with him was increasing Adrian’s interest in babies. He’d been named after Wanda’s husband who had died in 1961. Apparently the first BASE jump Xandra and Nathan had done was from Sam’s Steeple, the tallest spire around. Now that was true love and devotion. And they hadn’t let the baby stop their amorous activities. More than once Adrian had stumbled across a couple of them or even all three at the Bait and Switch construction site, going hard at it, as Gabriel said. There was apparently no shame when you lived in a town called Bird in Hand.
“Two in the Bush,” Adrian mumbled, leaning forward on both palms and allowing Gabriel to unbutton his jeans.
“What’s that?” Gabriel shoved down his boxer briefs and took Adrian’s hot, stiff prick in his fist. He began jacking him lightly, his palm dry, barely touching the sensitive skin.
“Two in the Bush,” gasped Adrian. “The name of our new house.”
Gabriel chuckled. He sounded as though he liked it. “We probably shouldn’t have that carved into any sign for the front door, though.”
Gabriel grabbed an olive oil cruet that was handily only two steps away. First he whisked Adrian’s polo shirt off and dribbled a few drops onto his back—onto his scars. No one mentioned them much anymore, and since Adrian couldn’t see them they were usually out of mind, and he knew he was getting over the trauma of having been beaten within an inch of his life. Gabriel gently massaged the olive oil into the ropey welts. The oil had seemed to erode the welts, to make them less obvious. “You know how much I want to take you up the ass.”
Adrian snorted. “Me, and every desert rat, Burning Man attendee, and BASE jumper in southeastern Utah.” He liked to make fun of Gabriel’s former bad-boy ways. He liked how it made Gabriel protest. Adrian never tired of hearing him protest.
“Just you. You know I never fucked any of those guys more than once. You were the first real ‘boyfriend’ I ever had.”
“Now a husband, and don’t you forget it.”
Gabriel slapped Adrian’s ass with his greasy hand. “Husband. Lover. You’re mine for life, Adrian.” Now he smeared more oil onto the globe of his ass, his fingertips tickling the rim of his anus. “It’s more than I could’ve hoped for when I first saw you jacking off in Inkwell Lake.”
“Christ.” Adrian laughed. “I had no idea who that perverted officer was, leering at me like that, cuffing my hands together right under my cock so it stood out even stiffer.”
“Hell, I had no idea what a perverted bastard you were, why your cock didn’t go flaccid when I cuffed you.”
“Is that what happens to most of your prisoners? Limp dick?”
Gabriel slid his forefinger up Adrian’s rectum, tickling, exploring, stretching. “I can’t say as I ever sucked off anyone in cuffs. Usually when I cuff them, I mean business.”
“Yeah. The business end of your baton…up my ass.”
“Mm,” Gabriel growled, tickling the prostate gland. “Don’t tempt me. You were my first hookup I was unsure of. I knew you weren’t gay. I didn’t want to terrify you into thinking the only way out of a ticket was to let me suck you, but then the idea started sounding too delicious.”
“I was alone. I knew no one in Utah. You’re a muscular, virile stud. You’re absolutely stunning, Gabriel. Who wouldn’t want you on your knees before them? Unloading into your hot, talented mouth?”
Reminiscing about the event was making Adrian even hotter. Maybe he was ready. He’d had more butt plugs, batons, and dildos up his ass than a pin cushion. He’d been reamed, penetrated, and fucked by any and every implement his lovers could get their hands on, yet he hadn’t allowed Gabriel to come inside of him. Gabriel’s prick was bigger than any baton or dildo, for one thing.
Now Gabriel massaged Adrian’s dick lightly while fingering him and biting his shoulder. “So I was your first? Your first brutal, rugged buck?”
“God yes,” Adrian breathed, all in a rush. He was going to shoot soon against his own tiled backsplash if Gabriel kept diddling him like that. “I never sat around in circle jerks at college, if that’s what you mean. You just…made me so horny. I thought ‘why not?’ Why not let this hot stud pleasure me with his mouth? Who’s going to know?”
“But you didn’t think it’d continue.” Gabriel slipped his finger out, making Adrian wiggle his ass for more.
“Hell no. You’re a fucking game warden. You move around, and so do I. I’m a goddamn soldier of fortune. A couple mind-blowing fucks, maybe, and I’d be out of there.”
“But Brooke brought us together.”
Gabriel’s mushroom-shaped cockhead nudged at his tight ring. Adrian practiced his deep breathing to relax. He of all people knew how to relax. You can do this. You’re not in Damascus. This is not like Syria. Gabriel loves me. Adrian gasped when Gabriel breached the ring, rimming him. Adrian decided that to keep talking would relax him further.
“Brooke brought us together,” he agreed, his head swaying on a loose neck. “My dear…little…buckle bunny, Brooke.”
Gabriel chuckled and breathed with delight. “Ah.” He started rotating his hips lewdly, nudging his cock inch by inch inside his lover. “You’re so hot, and slick, and wide open for me.” Gabriel tried to squeeze Adrian’s oily dick, but Adrian pushed his hand away. He’d just let his prick bob in the air like that, purple, shiny, and demanding. He could probably come just from the anal stimulation alone. Gabriel groaned. “You’re going to be the filling between me and Brooke from now on. Usually you let me fuck her, and you mount me like a stallion. God, I love that. Now you see what I love about it?”
Adrian did. There was something very base and primal about being dominated, taken like this. He had always been the dominant one. His fear of being shackled, whipped, ravished had completely colored the way he treated Gabriel. Now he was in the middle, where Gabriel had usually been. He was the one being fucked up the ass by another man’s enormous horse cock, and he was loving it.
“Fuck me,” Adrian snarled, wiggling his hips salaciously. “I want to feel your jism spurting in my ass.”
“Oh, Godddd…” Adrian felt Gabriel’s entire torso and thighs shudder. His bulging cock even seemed to shudder inside Adrian’s rectum. “You don’t know what you’re asking for. I’m already on the verge of coming in your sweet ass.”
“Then come, goddamnit! I want to feel you jerking and thrusting in my ass just like all those times I did the same—“
The front door slamming brought Adrian to his senses. Holy crap. Xandra or Nathan’s coming in to get that fucking wine opener. The kitchen sink couldn’t be seen from the front door, but there wasn’t nearly enough time to disengage, much less pull up their fucking pants, as the footsteps—women’s cowboy boots—stomped determinedly their way.
The two men merely paused, busted.
I hope to hell that’s Brooke. Gabriel’s big cock quivered inside of Adrian, and the last thing he wanted to do was stop.
* * * *
“Oh, ho! What’s this, then?”
There was a party about halfway between here and the Bait and Switch. They’d set up several tables on an empty mesa and invited about forty friends to break a symbolic bottle on a sandstone dome to celebrate the ribbon-cutting of the two new homes. Some friends of Doug’s brought their country and western band setup and were wailing about lone prairies, the ace of hearts, and spinning wheels.
Xandra had broken out a bottle of her favorite California cabernet she was allowed to drink now, but no one had a wine opener. So Brooke’s fiancé had offered to go get one. He’d been gone an awful long time. Now Brooke knew why.
She jammed her hands onto her hips and regarded her two men. “Breaking in the new kitchen sink?” She wasted no ti
me in stripping off her panties under her tight jean miniskirt. She kicked them aside and she was ready to join in. It was funny how embarrassed the men were to have been busted, locked together in passionate intercourse. Of course Adrian’s ever-hard penis didn’t flag, but they stood stock still, gaping at her stupidly. She waved at them. “Carry on, carry on!” She wedged herself between Adrian’s nearly nude body and the granite countertop, squiggling her breasts in the halter top against his bare chest.
Gabriel peeked over Adrian’s shoulder. “You’re not mad that I penetrated him when you weren’t here?”
Adrian quirked an adorable grin at her. “I’m in the middle now.”
Brooke raised one eyebrow. “Oh, yeah? Well, I’m on top now. And I am commanding Gabriel to fuck you. Fuck him, Gabriel. I want to watch your big built body convulsing like Adrian’s does when he’s screwing you. I want to watch every beautiful, gorgeous, shimmering deltoid and tricep rippling as you pump his ass full of your jism.”
Gabriel did her bidding as she spoke. She liked how the men became heavy-lidded with lust when she talked dirty, so she kept it up. She captured Adrian’s hulking penis between her thighs and rode it like a balance beam. It smelled as though Gabriel had been stroking Adrian with olive oil, and her pussy was already oozing juice, so it was a slick ride. She reached around and slapped Gabriel’s bare ass. She loved to squeeze his muscular glutes. Gabriel was like a living statue, he was so brawny and cut. “How does this feel, my love? You can finally relax and let Gabriel take you. Surrender to his loving fucking. Feel his long, thick shaft thrust into you.”
Adrian brushed his lips over hers. “I want to be the middle. Let me come inside you the moment he does, like I always do to him.”
Gabriel’s head was thrown back, his muscular throat exposed, his eyes squeezed shut. “Oh, you’ll like it, buddy. You’ll like being in the middle. It’s almost too much sometimes. Too much. Feels like you’ll spontaneously combust.”
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