Two Dude Ranchers for Dawn [Cowboy City 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) Read Free Page B

Garrett had been drinking too much, a habit he’d taken up after the accident, and he’d stumbled into Ben as they walked home togetherfromthelocalbar,pinninghimupagainstthesideofthehouse.Hecouldswearashelooked backonitnowthattimehadstoodstillasGarretthadstaredathim,anunreadableexpressiononhis face.BenknewnowthatthelookmeantGarrettwasturnedon.But,backthen,he’dassumedtheman was about to have another emotional breakdown over the loss of his wife. Garrett’s breathing had become labored and ragged and when Ben grabbed him by the shoulders, ready to prop him up and walkhimintothehouse.GarretthadslammedhimbackagainstthebarnandcrushedhislipsintoBen’s.
    He’dpushedGarrettaway,convincedthedrinkandhisdevastationatlosingMaryhadmadehim desperate for physical comfort and an emotional connection no matter where it came from. Ben had longsincedealtwithhisownfeelingsforGarrett.He’dwantedthemanfromthefirstminutehelaid eyesonhim,butBenhadquicklycometotermswiththefactthatGarrettwashappilymarried,andone hundred percent straight, or so he’d thought. When Garrett had approached him again the next night, soberandcleareyed,apologizingforhisactionsbutconfessingthathisfeelingsforBenwerenolonger justplatonic.Theirrelationshipchangedforeverandtheybecameloverssoonafter.
    Bensteppedoutoftheshowerandgrabbedhisrazorfromtheholderabovethesink.Heshaved withoutpayingparticularattentiontowhathewasdoing,hismindelsewhere.Garrettcoulddenyitall hewanted,butBenknewthiswomanhadcaughtGarrett’seyeforareason,andhesureashellintended tofindoutwhatitmeant.

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    Afewhourslater,thegirlsweresittingonacircleofhaybalesinacorneroftheyard,watching thesundipdownbehindamountainastheyenjoyedtheWelcomeNightHoeDownandBarnDarnthe ranchhadorganizedforthenewguests.
    Dawn looked around the large area ringed by wooden fences, amazed at how many of the guys weredressedlikecowboys.Itwaseasytotellwhotherealoneswere–theirjeans,boots,andhatswere wellwornandfaded,asifthey’dspentyearsworkinginthedirt.Notthatthevisitorsdidn’tlookgreat intheirembroideredandfringedshirts,hand-tooledboots,andcustom-fittedjeans,buttheysureashell didn’tlooklikecowboys.Dawnadmiredthemforgettingintothespiritofthingsthough.Shelooked down at the jeans and T-shirt she’d thrown on and wished she and her friends had made a bit more effort.
    Contrarytowhatthereviewsontheranch’swebsitehadledhertoexpect,theguestswerepretty evenlysplitbetweenmalesandfemales,singlesandcouples.Itwasclearmostofthemweregay,but many were straight, although none of the single guys were, as far as she could tell. Alan definitely wouldn’thaveletJencomeifhe’dknowntheremightbestraightguysstayingattheranch.
    Hergazelandedonafamiliarfaceinthecrowd,andsherealizeditwasthetall,dark-hairedguy who’dhelpedherearlier.Shesawhimturntotalktosomeonebesidehimandsawthathisblondfriend waswithhimagain.Dawnsawthetalleronesendtheotherguyalooksohotitwouldhavestrippedthe paintoffthesideofabarnandrealizedwithapangofenvythattheymustbeacouple.Theshorterone liftedhisbeerbottletohislipsinaslow,tantalizingmove,makingitcleartoanyonewhocaredtopay attentionthathewantedtosucktheotherguy’sdick.
    Dawnwascaughtoffguardbythesuddenrushofmoisturethatfloodedherpussyasshewatched them, and her mind tortured her further with an image of the two of them locked in a sweaty, naked embrace,theirmusclesstrainingwithtensionastheyfuckedeachother,hardandfast.She’dbetevery dollarshehadthatthedark-hairedonewasthemoredominantofthetwo,andshecouldimaginehow hewouldlookashepinnedtheblondguydownandrodehimmercilessly.
    Thebloodbegantopoundthroughhereardrums,andshefelthercheeksgrowwarm.Dawnlifted thebeershewasholdingtohermouthandtookaswig,awareshemusthavehadtoomuchalreadyif shewasgettinghornystaringatacoupleofguysshebarelyknew,butifshe’dneveractuallyneededa drinkinherlifebefore,shedidnow.
    ThesoundoflaughterbehindherdraggedDawn’sattentionawayfromthemen,andsheturnedto findJencollapsedinafitofthegiggles.SeeingherlikethatremindedDawnofhowhappyJenusedto