Authors: Mary Calmes
Tags: #m/m romance, #contemporary, #m/m romance, #contemporary, #gay, #glbt, #romance, #mary calmes, #dreamspinner press
sure I missed my shot.”
I stopped breathing, and my throat went completely dry. “Why?”
I croaked out.
“’Cause you were gone for so long I… and then I was cold to
you, and I didn’t wanna be, but I couldn’t… help it.”
“You missed me,” I got out, even as my heart started pounding
like a drum.
“I missed my chance ten years ago,” he said slowly, his voice
husky as he cupped my face in his hands. “I will not let that happen
again.”
“You were young, Rand.” I smiled through tears I didn’t realize
had filled my eyes. “Give yourself a break. We both needed time to
grow up.”
“I can’t lose my love twice,” he whispered to me, his jaw
clenching as he spoke, the muscles flexing. “That’s just stupid.”
His love? I just stared at him. It was all I could do. His love?
“Say something.”
I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck and drew him
down to me. I felt like I was freezing; my teeth were chattering, and I
was trembling, terrified the moment would pass, unbearably happy that
I was there with him.
It was not a smooth Hollywood embrace. I clutched at him,
keeping him close, my hands in his hair, on his back, making sure he
couldn’t get free. When I kissed him, I felt the sigh of pleasure just
come up out of me. I had been holding on for so long, holding it
together and being strong. I didn’t want anyone to feel sorry for me; I
let no one see a trace of uncertainty or fear. There was only my iron
will and my strength, my drive, my purpose.
“I was mad at you for so long,” he said into my hair, holding me
close, pressing me tight against him. “And with wanting you at the
same time… damn.”
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“You should have told me,” I heard myself say, breathing him in,
kissing his throat as he spoke.
He moved me suddenly out to arm’s length, and I smiled in spite
of myself. He was treating me like I belonged to him, and I thought my
heart was going to explode from my chest.
“So where is all your stuff?” he asked me.
“In the house.”
“And where do you work?”
“In Lubbock, with Ben’s dad.”
“Really.”
“Yes, really, I have an office and everything. It’s working out
great.”
He grunted. “That’s quite the drive you have every day, Mr.
Joss.”
“I know.” I smiled big at him, absolutely adoring him. “And your
truck gets shitty gas mileage.”
“Best we get you somethin’ else to drive.”
“That’d be good.”
He was thinking about a lot of things. I could tell as all the
emotions blew across his face. “So.” He cleared his throat, pulling me
close again. “This is where you’re gonna be?”
“Yessir,” I sighed, my cheek against his chest. “If you still want
me.”
He didn’t say a word for several minutes, so even though I was
terrified at what I would see, I stepped out of the embrace and looked
up at his face. His eyes were so dark, and he was just staring down at
me.
“So do you… want me?”
“Do I want you?”
I waited breathlessly.
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There was the heat of his breath on my face before he grabbed me
and kissed me like he was a drowning man and I was the air he needed
to breathe. One hand was in my hair, tangled deep as he tugged it
gently back, his other sliding over my ass as he deepened the kiss, his
mouth slanting over mine. It was ravenous, and as he pressed me
tightly to his chest, I felt the shudder that tore through him.
“Please,” I begged him, tearing free, needing it to be clear
between us, “can I stay?’
He lifted his face to the wind, and the breeze blew his hair back
from his face. I watched him take a deep breath, and then he looked
down at me hard. I lost myself in his eyes and heard the prayer in my
head.
Please give me this man. He should be mine. I don’t deserve him,
it’s true; I’ve messed up a million times, and I’ve broken my share of
hearts. But I know the real thing when I see it, and this is it. Give me
the real one. Give me the man I’m going to keep forever.
And then suddenly he smiled, and it was a good one. It lit his eyes
and took my breath away. “Oh, you’re staying,” he beamed down at
me. “You think I’m lettin’ you off this ranch a second time? You’re
mine, you belong to me, and that’s how it’s gonna be, ’cause I ain’t
fixin’ to worry about this no more. We’re done with you bein’
anywhere but right there with me.”
I watched the relief as it washed over his face, saw it lower his
shoulders, smooth out his entire stance. He looked, finally, relaxed, at
ease for the first time in all the years I had known him.
“Go get in my truck and I’ll drive this one in.”
I bolted for the other truck only to be grabbed and yanked back
into the man’s arms. “What?”
He just waited.
And it came to me, what he needed. “I love you, Rand.”
“I love you, Stef.”
I arched an eyebrow for him, and he rolled his eyes before he
shoved me away. I laughed all the way over to the truck.
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He made driving the truck and trailer look really easy. I was
scowling when he made it back up to the house from where he had
parked it. His knowing smile was not to be missed.
“You’ll practice,” he said as he came up the steps.
“Like it’s a skill I need to have on my resume,” I said irritably,
walking into the house, letting the screen door bang shut behind me.
I heard the squeak a second time, and he was suddenly all over
me, grabbing me tight, lifting me to press against his chest. I wrapped
him up in my arms and legs, taking the brown cowboy hat off and
putting it on my head as he carried me up the stairs, his hands cupping
my ass.
“I’ll get you a hat,” he said. “It looks good on you with all that
pretty blond hair you got.”
“You just like it because it’s your hat on my head, Holloway. It’s
that simple.”
He growled, leaning in, bumping my chin with his nose so I had
to let my head fall back to give him access to my throat.
I smiled as he licked and bit down my neck, loving how
possessive he was, how he needed to mark me. I kissed his eyes, his
face, his temple, his chin, his throat, and finally his mouth. His smile
fired his eyes, and I did not miss the fact that he couldn’t seem to stop.
When I squirmed free, I backed him up against the wall and made
quick work of his belt buckle, snap, and zipper. The cock I released
was hard, already leaking, and a beautiful sight to behold. I traced the
vein on the side with my tongue, licking, kissing, and breathing in the
scent that was Rand’s alone, spicy, like smoke and rain mixed together.
“God, Stef, don’t… tease, just… oh.”
For the teasing comment, I swallowed him down my throat. He
moaned hoarsely as he bucked into my mouth. Pulling back, I laved the
length of him, making him slick with saliva before sucking faster and
harder, missing no part of him.
“Stef… I can’t… stand,” he barely got out. “I’m gonna come if
you don’t stop.”
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I wrapped my slick hand around his penis and jerked him off
while my mouth did wicked things to the flared, throbbing head.
“Fuck,” he roared, grabbing me, lifting me up in one fluid
movement and hurling me down onto the bed.
I watched the quick striptease, unable to tear my eyes away from
each glimpse of golden skin and rippling muscles that he uncovered.
Every inch of the man was gorgeous, and now he belonged only to me.
With a growl, he came down on top of me, and I was very pleased
to have caused such a violent, visceral reaction. I made him crazy, and
that was very good.
“Get your clothes off and wrap your legs around me.”
I made quick work of my jeans and T-shirt, and in seconds I was
naked under the man of my dreams. I watched him squeeze lube into
his palm, and seconds later I felt his fingers slide between my ass
cheeks. When the first finger slid inside me, I sank down on it.
“Don’t do that,” he cautioned me, “unless you want another.”
“Please.”
He caught his breath as he added two more fingers to my
quivering, needy hole, and groaned as I rose and lowered myself on
them.
“Jesus, Stef,” he groaned. “You’re so beautiful.”
“Show me.”
“Shit… it ain’t gonna be… it can’t be—”
“Slow?” I asked him, smiling playfully.
“Yeah, I can’t—I missed you, and—”
“I got it, cowboy,” I told him, my eyes narrowed in half. “Fuck
me through the mattress.”
He let out a low, primal groan before he withdrew his fingers and
gripped my thighs as he parted them, lifting my knees up over his arms,
angling me against him.
I felt the head of his shaft against my fluttering passage for a
second before he buried himself inside me deep and hard. Arching up
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off the bed at the same time he pounded down into me, I had him
further inside than ever before.
“Fuck, Stef!”
I clutched at him with arms and legs as he plunged in and out of
my body, bent over me, one hand fisted on my cock. He supported all
his weight on his other as he thrust into me, shifting his angle so he slid
over my prostate with each new lunge.
There was no other way for me to show him how I felt about him,
how much I craved him, how I needed him, how much I loved him and
wanted to be with him always. Words were meaningless in the face of
passion.
“Christ, Stef, you feel so good.”
He was filling me, stretching me as most other men could not, his
thick shaft causing my muscles to grip him tightly. The hammering
thrusts built heat inside me, sizzling up my spine until I was ready to
explode.
“Come for me, Stef,” he whispered into my ear, his breath wet
and hot.
I yelled myself hoarse when my back bowed, and just for a
second, I thought I died before euphoria infused every cell of my body.
My shuddering orgasm, my muscles bearing down on him, clenching
tightly, proved more than he could take. He thrust to the hilt one final
time, and I felt liquid heat fill me, overflow me, and run down the
inside of my thighs. He collapsed on top of me, pressing me down into
the bed.
“Kiss me.”
The demand made, I lifted my head for his blistering kiss. He bit
and sucked and devoured my mouth, his tongue tangling with mine as I
returned all the heat I was given. In me, he did not have a passive
partner, and I could tell he loved it.
“You were made just for me,” he said, leaning back and panting,
staring down into my face. “Only for me… this is gonna be a forever
thing, Stef, me and you.”
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“Me and you,” I agreed, offering up my heart to him. “I’m not
gonna run away. I don’t want to. I’ll stay as long as you want me.”
“Then you’re done, ’cause like I said—I want the forever.”
“I’ll try not to make you crazy.”
“Don’t do that,” he said, rolling off of me, pulling me sideways
into his arms. “I don’t want you to change. I like you just how you are.”
“I love the ranch, Rand,” I said, coiling around him.
“I know you do,” he said, holding me tight, close to his heart.
“It’s one of the many reasons I can’t live without you.”
His words, his actions, filled me with peace. It was so good to be
home.
MARY CALMES currently lives in Honolulu, Hawaii, with her
husband and two children and hopes to eventually move off the rock to
a place where her children can experience fall and even winter. She
graduated from the University of the Pacific (ironic) in Stockton,
California, with a bachelor’s degree in English literature. Due to the
fact that it is English lit and not English grammar, do not ask her to
point out a clause for you, as it will so not happen. She loves writing,
becoming immersed in the process, and falling into the work. She can
even tell you what her characters smell like. She works at a copy store
but has been unable to incorporate that into a book… yet. She also buys
way too many books on Amazon.