McLeod, Anitra Lynn - Dirty Cowboy (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove) Read Online Free Page A

swallowing, Everett swore he would never get enough of his flavor. Everett hadn’t had much experience of a sexual nature, but this man, this wonderfully different stranger, had a flavor that was utterly unique.
    Like Everett had earlier, Dalton didn’t wait for the shakes to leave him before he hauled Everett up and kissed him.
    “You, I want you,” Dalton said between kisses.
    “You’ve got me,” Everett returned, laughing at Dalton’s possessiveness and his own overwhelming feelings of joy. Usually, when all was said and done, his lovers had flashed him guilty looks as they made their escape. Not a one had wanted to stick around and talk, let alone cling to him with an air of coupling up.
    “I want to stay here.” Dalton hugged him so hard Everett squeaked.
    “Right here? Well, hell, I don’t think we can—”
    Dalton didn’t let him finish. He pushed him onto his back and pressed their spent cocks together. “We can if we want to. Say we can.”
    Confused, Everett soothed his hand over Dalton’s back. “Sure. Yeah. We can.” But he knew it was a lie. They couldn’t just set up a homestead because they felt like it. There were laws, and this land was probably owned by someone. Everett didn’t even know exactly where here was. Still, as soon as he agreed, Dalton calmed, and pressed his head against Everett’s shoulder.
    “I don’t want to be alone anymore.” Dalton voice was muffled, but still crystal clear.
    Now Everett thought he understood. Dalton didn’t mean here, specifically, but here more figuratively, like here in each other’s arms. Everett wasn’t certain, but he thought someone had abandoned Dalton at this spring. Maybe they took what they wanted from him then cast him aside. That scenario would explain why he was naked and how he’d given pleasure but never got any. Everett had been on the receiving end of that kind of cruelty. Now it was Everett who hugged Dalton so hard he squeaked. He’d seen his fair share of meanness in the world, but nothing so vicious as stripping a man bare and leaving him in the middle of nowhere.
    Rolling over, and then again so he was on top of him, Everett looked down into haunted eyes. “You’re not alone anymore.” Everett balanced his weight on his arms. “I wouldn’t leave you for all the whisky in the world. Hell, I can’t think of anything that would make me walk away.”
    Hope chased away the despair that had clouded Dalton’s gaze.
    “Now, let’s get some food going, and set up a place to sleep. Maybe I can even get cleaned up a bit.” If nothing else, Everett thought he should take advantage of the warm night and the nearness of the water to wash his clothes. As much as he thought Dalton was genuine in liking his trail-dusty earthiness, he wanted to be good and clean for the down and dirty things they would do later.
    “But there’s more I want to give unto you.” Dalton’s words shot another jolt of pure energy right down to Everett’s prick.
    Grinning, Everett said, “Don’t worry, we’ll have all the time you want to give unto one another, but if we don’t eat, we won’t have the strength to do what I have in mind.”
    Dalton’s eyes went wide, and so did his smile. “We should eat then.”
    “Yeah.” Everett kissed him then sat up quick before they could get to tussling again. If he wasn’t careful, it would be incredibly easy to forget everything and just sex himself to death with this man.
    Reluctantly, he fastened his trousers and climbed out of the wagon. Turning back, he pointed at the pants. “As much as I can’t believe I’m going to say this, I think you should put those on. Otherwise, I’ll never be able to get anything made for supper.”
    Flashing that wicked grin that Everett had already grown accustomed to, Dalton jumped out of the wagon and shimmied his way into the pants. The brown canvas trousers were a little tight on him. Everett couldn’t help but notice that his cock created an interesting