Fortune's Way by Jenna Byrnes Page B

offering.
    Or so I imagine. In reality, he squirted lube on his fingers and gently worked the hole until it felt ready. He’d never hurt his lover. He only imagined shoving his way in because he was ready, so ready, to be there.
    Fortunately, Kyle’s tight outer ring succumbed with a minimum of pressure. When he had three fingers inserted knuckle deep he knew the man was as prepared as he needed to be.
    And Dean was way past ready. “Gonna fuck you now.”
    “Please,” Kyle gasped, his face muffled by the blanket. “Do it!”
    “Oh yeah.” Dean watched the tip disappeared into the opening. “Sucking me right in. You want it as bad as I do.”
    “I do. More, please. I need more.” He raised his ass willingly.
    Dean’s slick shaft slid in after the bulbous head. He paused when he was balls-deep in an effort to control his bubbling seed. As much as he wanted to shoot, he couldn’t come yet. Need to fuck. Fuck this sweet, tight ass. His rhythm matched the words flying through his head. Fuck, yeah. Fuck, yeah.
    “Oh, God!” Kyle clasped one of Dean’s hands and moved it to cover his own dick, which had grown hard again.
    Dean grinned. Ah, the magic of youth. His twenty-something lover was hard again. Ten years older, he wasn’t sure he’d be ready to go again so soon. He had no doubts, with a couple of good tugs of the shaft, that Kyle would shoot again, along with him. “Not yet, lover,” he commanded, stroking the sticky rod. “Let’s do this together. I’m close. God, so close.”
    Several more firm thrusts and Dean felt his balls churning. “Ah, yeah. Almost there.”
    “I’m with you.” Kyle gritted his teeth. “Say when, big boy.”
    Dean inhaled and as the wave rolled over him, mumbling, “Now!”
    They shuddered together. His seed filled the latex in his lover’s ass. Pumping Kyle’s shaft, his hand filled with the spurting cream which now coated the blanket below them. It was all Dean could do to hang on to Kyle’s waist and not let him fall.
    “Christ,” Kyle mumbled. “That was fucking fantastic.”
    “I agree.” Dean planted a light kiss at the base of Kyle’s neck before dragging his body back and away.
    “Don’t go.” Kyle’s voice was muffled by the blanket.
    “Too late.” Dean chuckled, patting the tight ass as he rose. “We’ll save some of the excitement for next time.”
    “Next time sounds great.”
    A stack of rough paper towels sat next to the rusty sink in the stable’s john. Dean disposed of the condom and cleaned up the best he could before adjusting his clothes and returning to Kyle.
    “Damn.” The sexy blond eyed him head to toe. “Dressed already? I thought you said something about ‘next time’.”
    Dean chuckled. “You’re such a slut. And I’m drained. You got anything to drink in that old fridge back there?”
    Kyle dressed and threw the stable blanket into the large laundry hamper. “I think there’s some beer. Want one?”
    “At least.” He sat on one hay bale and kicked his feet up on another.
    Kyle returned in a moment with two frosty bottles and handed one over. “So, what’s got you in such a mood tonight? And don’t say ‘nothing’. You were riled up when you got here.”
    Dean rolled his eyes. “What else? My father. Enough said.”
    “Maybe for you.” Kyle took a draw on his bottle then smiled. “I don’t know the illustrious Mr Fortune that well, so you’ll have to enlighten me.”
    Dean thought a while before speaking. He preferred not to air his dirty laundry in public, and never discussed financial matters with the help. Kyle was obviously much more than just ‘the help’, but Dean hadn’t wrapped his mind around their relationship yet, either.
    If his father realized he was bisexual, the man hadn’t mentioned it. He’d tried to bring it up a few times in his younger days, but his dad always shut the conversations down. He probably knows. As far as Dean was concerned, he lived a ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’