Devon Morgan [Seven Brothers for McBride 5] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) Read Online Free

as fake as the robot himself. There was nothing there in terms of warmth or emotion. Even though he’d found release, Devon had felt oddly unfulfilled. Weeks later, caught up in the middle of a long-running series, he’d realized why he hadn’t found the experience more pleasing.
    “I needed to feel a connection.”
    Devon could never be like Varrto Narruto, who strode through the galaxy with a gun on his hip and a cock that never quit. Varrto could fuck a dozen men in a night and never once call any of them by name. It seemed to Devon the character never lacked for a warm body to fill his bed, but they never stayed long. Barely were the sheets warm when Varrto was off, hungry for the next adventure and the next hot young thing to sink his prick into. While Devon enjoyed reading of his exploits, he realized that wasn’t what he wanted at all. Devon wanted one man. He wanted that man to share his bed, his table, his shower—everything. More than anything in the world, Devon wanted love.
    As he continued to peer down the long drive, hungry to see who this mysterious man was, Devon felt more fear than excitement. Things were already tense enough without another man adding to the mix. If McBride continued to go downhill, then Jonas would have to take over, and even though Devon liked Jonas well enough, he didn’t think he was the best man to be in charge. But that wasn’t what Devon was really worried about. If Jonas did start to run things, Caleb would never stand for it. He would try to take over, and Devon had no idea what things would be like if Caleb was running the farm.
    At times, Caleb could be very thoughtful and kind, but he could also be ruthless and brutal. If Devon could only have one word to describe Caleb, he would have to use unpredictable . Still, the only thing Devon knew for sure was that he didn’t want to be in charge. Leadership wasn’t something he strove toward or had any illusions about himself doing. Reading about the heavy burdens of the lead man had convinced him that was something he wasn’t well suited for. If the world had stayed as it should, the question would be immaterial. Gentrymen ruled while their slammers did what they said. The lines of authority were very clear. But now everything was a mess. Caleb should never have issued commands to anyone, but he was the biggest and the strongest since McBride was down. Even Jonas, who by birth had far more authority than Caleb, didn’t question his orders.
    That thought prompted another. Why had Jonas stood in front of Ollie? As McBride’s companion, he should have been on the porch, kneeling over his mate, calling for doctors and ways to offer comfort. Instead, he’d stayed in the black dirt, protecting Ollie of all people while Caleb hovered over their master. None of that made sense to Devon. Determined to puzzle it out, he considered each man in turn, reviewing what he knew of each man’s character and goals.
    Just as the clouds of confusion began to lift, Devon got his first glimpse of the stranger. He was still a distance away, but Devon was able to make out his form. He looked tall and appeared to have massive shoulders. Devon took a wavering breath. The last thing they needed was another big man on the farm. Between him and his brothers, who were all built on a grand scale, and their huge master, they had more than enough strong backs. What they needed were more delicate thralls like Ferris, Alden, and Easton.
    Even though Devon was disappointed, he didn’t relax his guard. A big man might have designs on coming in and taking the place over. If he had weapons, he might be able to, but he wouldn’t be able to keep what he’d taken for long. Killing everyone would leave him with no one to run the machinery or tend the crops. Enslaving everyone wouldn’t work long term, either, because eventually they would rebel. Not that this man might have thought things that far ahead. Devon noticed that a lot of men simply did things without