Cherish the Land (34 page)

Jason twitched his finger, wringing a cry from Seth’s throat. “I’ve got my finger up your arse and you’re talking about the bosses? I’m obviously doing something wrong.”

“Then do it right,” Seth said hoarsely. Jason pushed his finger deeper and twisted it, running the pad over the walls of Seth’s passage. Fireworks exploded behind Seth’s eyes. “Oh, fuck!”

“What was that about not doing it right?” Jason prodded that spot again before Seth could form a reply. He couldn’t think with Jason doing that. He could only pull his knees back and lift his hips into Jason’s touch. Jason gave it to him, pushing his finger in to the hilt before withdrawing it slowly and putting pressure on Seth’s prostate as long as he could. Seth’s eyes rolled back in his head and wordless sounds fell from his lips. He wanted to beg for more, but his brain couldn’t find the words. All the blood in his body had rushed to his cock and that one little spot inside him that Jason was playing with mercilessly.

Then Jason pulled his hand away. Seth opened his eyes and made a sound of protest.

“I need more lube,” Jason said. “I won’t hurt you.”

Seth didn’t even care. He could live with a little pain to have those incredible feelings again. Jason returned his attention to Seth’s arse, pushing in with two fingers this time. The stretch burned, but Seth was too far gone to care, especially when Jason found his prostate again. He didn’t immediately start fucking Seth with his fingers, choosing instead to tease Seth’s prostate until he was reduced to breathless pleas.

“One more finger,” Jason said, pulling his hand away again. “When you can take that, I’ll give you what you want.”

The third finger hurt enough to bring Seth back from the edge of completion, even with Jason pressing the pad of his fingers to Seth’s prostate. He breathed through the pain as he had learned to do when he cut himself, but that didn’t stop his erection from flagging. He still wanted Jason with a need bordering on desperation. He just wasn’t sure he could come from Jason fucking him.

“Relax,” Jason murmured as he moved his fingers in and out of Seth in a steady rhythm. He never let them come all the way out so Seth’s entrance stayed stretched, but each withdrawal eased the pressure a little, giving him a brief respite. He caught the rhythm of Jason’s hands and moved to meet each inward push.

“That’s it,” Jason said. “Fuck yourself on my fingers. Let your body open up and take them.”

Finally the burn faded. Seth reached for a condom, but Jason snatched it out of his hand. “I won’t hold out if you put it on me,” Jason admitted. “I need you too much.”

“I’m all yours,” Seth replied huskily. “Only ever yours.”

Jason rolled the condom on and moved between Seth’s thighs. He slotted his cock between Seth’s cheeks and then stopped.

“You’re not getting out of this, Thompson,” Seth said. “Fuck me already.”

Jason shook his head. “I’ll make love to you as often as you want, but my fucking days are over.”

Seth wanted to roll his eyes at the sentimentality and accuse Jason of playing with semantics, but the intensity of his voice stilled the words before they could form. He pulled Jason down for a kiss. The change in position pushed Jason’s cock against his entrance more firmly. Seth took a deep breath and lifted his hips. Jason met him halfway and breached Seth’s body.

Seth’s breath caught in his throat. It stung a bit despite Jason’s careful preparation, but not as much as his fingers had done at first. More importantly, Jason was inside him. He wrapped his legs around Jason’s hips and urged him to push the rest of the way inside.

“You’re so tight,” Jason said against his ear.

“Because no one else has ever been inside me like you are,” Seth replied.

“Sap,” Jason teased, but he kissed Seth tenderly. When he lifted his head, he added, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Seth said, “but if you don’t move, I won’t be responsible for my actions.”

“Going to flip me over and ride me?” Jason asked.

“The thought had occurred.”

“Tomorrow,” Jason said. “If you’re not too sore. Let me have the reins right now.”

Seth nodded. Jason began moving slowly, just rocking his cock in its berth until Seth was delirious with need. At some point his strokes lengthened, but Seth knew only the incredible feeling of Jason inside him, his cock hitting Seth’s prostate with every pass. He writhed beneath Jason, wanton with desire, but it wasn’t enough. He grabbed Jason’s arse, round and sculpted from hours spent on horseback, and squeezed in time with Jason’s thrusts. Jason groaned and drove his cock harder into Seth. Seth cried out and urged Jason on.

Every pass over his prostate pushed Seth closer to release. Jason reached between them to stroke Seth’s cock, but he pushed Jason’s hand away. He knew what Jason’s hand on his dick felt like. He wanted to focus on the new sensation of Jason inside him.

“Can you come just from that?” Jason asked.

“Fuck it out of me,” Seth replied.

Jason slammed into Seth, thrilling Seth with his loss of control. He wanted Jason as wild as he was. He’d feel it later—and he’d probably hear about it from the other year-rounders—but he wanted that. He wanted Jason’s claim written as deeply on his body as it was already inscribed on his soul. He clung to Jason’s shoulders and gave himself over to the thorough ravishing. As the emotion built, every touch to his gland became its own mini-orgasm until he was flying so high he thought he’d never come down. His climax blindsided him, bubbling up from his balls without warning and spouting over his stomach and Jason’s chest. He cried out as he came, his whole body spasming with his release.

Jason’s rhythm faltered. He pushed deep and stayed there, rocked by his own climax. Seth hated the condom between them at that moment. He wanted Jason’s spunk filling him up and running down his thighs. Forget spending the day in bed the next time they had a day off. They were going to Boorowa to get tested so they could ditch the condoms for good.

Jason collapsed on top of him, his breath hot and wet against Seth’s shoulder. Seth held him tight as he waited for the high to fade. It passed slowly, but Jason still moved before Seth was ready. Seth let him dispose of the condom, but he pulled Jason back down beside him before he could start toward the shower and the rest of the day.

“I’m a mess of problems and probably about the worst risk you could take,” Seth said. Jason started to protest, but Seth put his finger on Jason’s lips. “Let me finish, okay? I’m every definition of a bad risk, but I love you, and that’s never going to change. And by some miracle, we’ve both ended up on Lang Downs, surrounded by people who have proven that even bad risks can have happy endings. Last night when I was scared you were hurt or dead, I realized something: you’re it for me. I don’t want to envision a life without you. I know it’s not really legal yet, but will you take a chance on me, Jason? Will you marry me?”

Seth moved his fingers away from Jason’s lips and braced himself for the answer.

“First of all, you’re not a bad risk. You have some issues, but that’s nothing we can’t overcome, so stop putting yourself down that way. And to answer your question, yes! God, yes! We can go to Boorowa today and register our partnership if you want.”

“Your mum will kill us if we don’t let her plan a party at least,” Seth said.

“After today, she’s your mum too, so don’t put that all on me.”

Seth grinned. “I guess she is. She has been for a long time, but it’ll be nice to make it official.”

Jason kissed him hard and fast.

“One more thing,” Seth said.

“Yes?”

“Get a better case for your phone,” Seth said.

“Bosses’ orders?”

“Husband’s orders.”

Jason smiled, all radiant joy and sappiness. “The best kind.”

M
ACKLIN
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Caine on the veranda of their house and wrapped his arm around Caine’s waist. “Did you imagine, when you moved here eleven years ago, that things would turn out like this?”

Caine smiled up at Macklin before turning back to continue watching for Seth and Jason’s return from Boorowa. The party couldn’t start without the guests of honor. “Define ‘this.’”

“The success of the station, the family we’ve built, seeing kids we watched grow up getting married and carrying on our legacy,” Macklin said.

“You make it sound like we’ve got one foot in the grave already,” Caine teased. “I’ll have you know I’m still a man in my prime.”

“Oh, so I’m the old one?” Macklin countered.

“If the shoe fits…,” Caine replied as he leaned into Macklin’s embrace. “But to answer your question, no, not in my wildest dreams did I believe things could turn out this well. My best-case scenario was to not end up losing the station through mismanagement. I hope Uncle Michael is looking down on us right now. I’d like to think he’d be proud of us.”

Macklin’s arm tightened around Caine’s waist. “There’s no ‘think’ about it. He’d be proud of you. You’ve taken his legacy and built on it. Lang Downs still stands as a place for the people who need it most.”

Caine smiled. “And it always will. I see Seth and Jason’s car. We should gather the others. We want to be there when they arrive. The ‘ceremony’ in Boorowa might just be signing a few papers, but Carley’s planned a wedding reception they’ll never forget.”

“Did the Taylor Peak crowd make it?”

“Yes, Sam and Jeremy arrived half an hour ago with Nick and Phil. Ian and Thorne came back last night as scheduled, and I told Kyle to wait until tonight to go back, even though he was scheduled to go help out today. Jeremy’s crew bosses can run things without our help for a few hours.”

“Good. Let’s go celebrate.”

Inherit the Sky

Lang Downs: Book One

By Ariel Tachna

Caine Neiheisel is stuck in a dead-end job at the end of a dead-end relationship when the chance of a lifetime falls in his lap. His mother inherits her uncle’s sheep station in New South Wales, Australia, and Caine sees it as the opportunity to start over, out on the range where his stutter won’t hold him back and his willingness to work will surely make up for his lack of knowledge.

Unfortunately, Macklin Armstrong, the foreman of Lang Downs who should be Caine’s biggest ally, alternates between being cool and downright dismissive, and the other hands are more amused by Caine’s American accent than they are moved by his plight… until they find out he’s gay and their amusement turns to scorn. It will take all of Caine’s determination—and an act of cruel sabotage by a hostile neighbor—to bring the men of Lang Downs together and give Caine and Macklin a chance at love. 

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Chase the Stars

Lang Downs: Book Two

By Ariel Tachna

Twenty-year-old Chris Simms is barely keeping his head above water. After losing his mother and his home, he struggles to provide for himself and his brother. When homophobes attack him, he thinks his life is over, but then he’s rescued by jackaroos from a nearby sheep station. He’s as stunned to be offered a job there as he is to discover both the station owner and foreman are gay.