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

organize his equipment to save his soul.
    “I don’t want to trouble you.”
    “No trouble,” Everett said, but he would trouble himself because if he didn’t, he’d end up staring at the man all night. And what in the world would he do when it came time to bunk down? There was one blanket and two men. That could add up to a wild night of wicked pleasure, but it could also equal a long night of uncomfortable posturing. Everett decided he’d cross that bridge when he got to it. Spending the evening with this most curious man should give him some hints as to which way the wind blew.
    As Everett pawed his way through the gear, going by feel in the dark, he realized that Dalton seemed to be able to talk like a normal human being. Perhaps he just didn’t want to. When Everett glanced over his back, Dalton was standing by the wagon, watching him so intently it was as if he were the naked one.
    “You are very kind,” Dalton said.
    “Yeah, well, you’re in need, and I was taught to do unto others, and—ah, here we go.” Everett tossed the pants toward the open end of the wagon. Just as he laid his hand on what he thought was a shirt, he felt a hand on his leg. Since his two hands were busy, it had to be Dalton’s hand on his calf.
    Time stood still.
    Dalton’s hand was gentle, curious, but also intriguingly possessive.
    “To do unto others?” Dalton asked.
    Everett didn’t have to look to know Dalton had just climbed into the wagon. He’d felt his hand gripping along his calf for balance, and then, once Dalton had gotten in, his hand slid up to the crook of Everett’s knee. What had seemed a rather big area got mighty small in a big hurry.
    “You know, that bible thing?” Everett coughed to dislodge the massive lump that abruptly filled his throat. “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” All of the sudden that phrase took on a most decidedly dirty connotation in Everett’s mind. That inner voice was more than a mite upset that he was twisting around the word of the lord even unintentionally.
    “I should do unto you what I want you to do unto me?” Dalton asked, his voice closer in the dark, and terribly suggestive.
    “Yeah, I guess so.” Everett struggled to keep his voice from cracking again. Once his eyes adjusted to the dark, he noticed the light from the fire danced against the canvas of the wagon, giving the shadows inside an orange glow. When Dalton’s hand fell away, Everett couldn’t decide if he was more relieved or disappointed. He didn’t have time to ponder the feeling for long.
    With the skill of lifelong cowboy roping and tying a calf, Dalton had him on his back in less than a second. If the man had had cord on him, Everett had no doubt Dalton would have had his legs and one arm trussed up by now.
    Before Everett could ask what the man thought he was doing, Dalton slid his way up his body, and kissed him full on the mouth.
    As Dalton deepened the kiss, a hurricane of thoughts blew through Everett’s mind, not the least of which was that he’d finally found that something, or rather someone, he’d been looking for.
    All his life he’d been seeking, finding disappointment, and moving on. But not this time. Their joining ended the frustration that had plagued his life. Everett thought he could stay right here, with this man, forever.
    Deepening the kiss further by grabbing the back of Dalton’s head, Everett rolled until they were now pressed side by side. Dalton’s hair was still damp, and the length allowed Everett to thread the strands through his fingers. His hair was as soft as feather down.
    When Dalton opened his mouth and swirled his tongue along his, Everett thought he would climax. That powerful surge he’d felt earlier when he’d touched his lips was multiplied, echoed, expanded until his entire form became filled with white-hot lightning.
    Dalton tasted of a cool breeze on a hot summer day—refreshing, sweet, and blissful. When Everett breathed deep, all