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    Hands on Tor's head, Jake said, "Tor, just let me. I'm not gonna hurt you, not gonna push, just let me, Tor."
    Tor slowed his sucking, but finally relinquished his grip on Jake's hips and Jake immediately took control. He held Tor's head exactly where he wanted it and started to thrust into that smart mouth, watching Tor's face, feeling his cock hit the back of Tor's throat and pulling out before he could gag. He thrust fast and hard, careful not to go too deep, and Tor started moaning, making those gorgeous needy sounds Jake didn't know he loved until he heard them.
    "Fuck, Tor, so good. Just…fucking…perfect."
    Tor reached down and took his own cock in one hand, pulling hard and fast.
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    "Tor, shit, gonna come," Jake gasped, and then Tor was off his dick and up his body, lips on his neck sucking hard as they thrust, grinding their cocks together.
    "Taggart, you fucking bastard. I've never let anyone do that. No one. You better be fucking worth it."
    Jake was coming then, covering them both in a hot, sticky puddle. "Better than anything you've ever had, Tor. Promise," Jake said, sliding his hand in the puddle, getting it slippery. He wrapped his hand around Tor's cock and started to pull, loving the way Tor moaned into his ear, the way Tor's legs were shaking, hips thrusting into him.
    "Come for me, Tor, c'mon, I wanna see you–"
    "Jake–" Tor groaned, and with a shudder spilled into Jake's hand.
    Jake grinned at the drugged look on Tor's face and kissed him soundly.
    "Fuck, that was…I don't know what the hell that was," Tor finally said.
    "That, Tornado, was Jake Taggart. Now shift your ass so I can get at a blanket. We gotta figure out how we're getting back to the ranch."
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    Chapter Two
    Jake was about ready to collapse. They'd spent two days moving cattle while waiting for the hay to dry, and tomorrow morning they would start back on the bales. The end was in sight, though; the hay should only take a day and half, one day if all the extra hands stayed on. But for now all he wanted was something cold to drink and his bed.
    As he crossed the yard from the barn to the bunkhouse he absently counted the bodies scattered over the grass. Lot of men sleeping out. Granted, it was hot as hell, but he had figured some of them at least would sleep in the tents on the front lawn, or in the barn itself. He shrugged, not really caring; he knew his bed was his and he had every intention of having a mattress under him instead of rocks and grass. Until he opened the door and felt the temperature increase about ten degrees.
    He stepped into the kitchen and swore, immediately peeling off his t–shirt. Elias was just coming down the hall from his own room, carrying a blanket.
    "Stayin' in here, Jake?" Elias asked, dumping the blanket on the kitchen table.
    "Not any more. Christ, it's gotta be over a hundred degrees in here." Jake moved to the side, leaving room for Elias to pass him, and he heard the kitchen door bang open.
    Elias said, "How 'bout you, Tor? Sleeping out tonight, or you want the whole house to yourself? I'm heading for the lawn and Jake's not stayin' in this heat either."
    Jake stopped moving.
    Tor swore. "Damn, it's hot in here. No way I'm stayin'. But it's getting real crowded out there, boys." He stomped through the kitchen toward the fridge and Jake leaned back against the wall, watching him. Tor looked…hot. Jeans and boots, no shirt, sweat making a path down the centre of his chest to his waist. Hot.
    Jake had spent a lot of time in the last couple of days wondering if he was losing his mind. He didn’t sleep with guys he worked with. Well, that wasn’t quite true; there had been a couple of guys over the years that had been agreeable to an arrangement of sorts, and a couple more that had been more long term, if one defined long term in weeks and a short series of months.
    But he didn’t sleep with guys he worked with whom he also didn’t like much. Which was where the