A Subtle Breeze Bailey Bradford (ebook reader play store .TXT) 📖

“That’s shit, Zeke, all of those reasons. Laws are laws regardless of who is breaking them.” Brendon tugged a hand free from Zeke’s, bringing it up to turn his lover’s head, forcing their gazes to meet. “Is that why you didn’t notify the sheriff about the poisoning? You figure he will just blow it off?” Those brown eyes burned hot with anger, which, predictably, Zeke thought, had his cock growing hard. He was beginning to feel a bit twisted about the way Brendon’s anger turned him on, but it was a good kind of twisted. In this case, his kink was okay.

“No proof yet, but even so, Doc Michaels was going to stop by and talk to the sheriff. I won’t file charges, though, not if it’s my sister.”

Brendon cursed loudly and started to slide out of the bed. Zeke turned and grabbed him, pushing him down and pinning him to the mattress.

“Goddamn it, Ezekiel! What is wrong with filing charges? You can’t just let people do this to you, you just can’t.” Brendon’s anger was something to behold. The man was bristling and glaring, so pissed he was trembling with it. Zeke rocked his hips against Brendon’s, moaning at the feel of his lover’s dick responding so beautifully.

Brendon let out a frustrated groan of his own. “Zeke, stop trying to distract me…ahhh! God…” Brendon’s complaint tapered off as Zeke slid a hand between them, squishing their cocks together in his grasp. He squeezed and stroked, loving the way his man’s mouth dropped open just the smallest bit as he panted. No way could Zeke resist that open mouth. He licked the full lower lip then sucked at it, nipping lightly when Brendon grasped his hair. Zeke let go of their cocks and pushed up to his knees, sliding over to his lover’s side.

“On your side,” he muttered over Brendon’s protest, turning him until his back was to Zeke. Grabbing the lube and a condom from the top of the nightstand, Zeke quickly had his cock covered. He snapped the cap open on the lube and poured some in his hand, closing the lid and tossing the bottle somewhere on the bed before coating his cock and fingers.

“Fuck, yes!” Brendon groaned as Zeke pushed two fingers into his man’s ass, testing for readiness. Still stretched from their last round of fucking, Brendon’s hole took the fingers easily. Zeke inserted a third, twisting his wrist so he rubbed against the gland in his lover’s tight heat. Brendon bucked and yelled, reaching for his own dick as pre-cum leaked onto the sheets. Zeke’s cock grew wet and he knew he couldn’t wait any longer. Pulling his fingers out, Zeke grabbed his shaft and pressed it to the hole. He reached an arm down then under Brendon’s thigh, lifting it to spread him open. Sliding his other hand under Brendon’s body until he clasped him firmly around the chest, Zeke thrust hard and buried himself balls-deep in Brendon. Sparks shot out behind Zeke’s eyes, making his vision waver as pleasure zipped from his cock to every point in his body.

“Ah, shit! Fuck me, Zeke. Hard!” Brendon’s arching back emphasized his order, and Zeke could do nothing but comply. He pulled Brendon’s thigh up higher and started pounding into his ass in a savage way Zeke knew Brendon would feel tomorrow. His lover pushed into Zeke’s thrusts as he could, feeding Zeke unintelligible sexy-as-fuck sounds that made his hips drive harder.

“Guhn…” Brendon whimpered, pumping his dick just before spunk shot out onto his belly, with more spurts hitting his chest and Zeke’s arm. The sight alone was enough to have Zeke’s balls scrunching up against his body, but when the tangy scent filled his nostrils, along with the almost painful clamping down of his lover’s inner muscles, Zeke lost it. He moaned as buried his cock in Brendon, the hand on Brendon’s thigh clenching down tight as Zeke pumped his cum into his lover.

Releasing Brendon’s leg, Zeke pulled his cock out and rolled to his back, carefully removing the condom and dropping it in the trash bin beside the bed. He tugged on his man until Brendon was snuggled up with his head resting on Zeke’s shoulder. Holding his lover in his arms, Zeke felt his eyelids grow heavy even though he wanted to stay awake and enjoy this moment and the feelings that were spinning around in his head and heart. He looked at Brendon, smiling when he realized the man was already asleep, mouth slightly parted and so pretty Zeke couldn’t resist a soft kiss before he, too, gave in and slept.

* * * *

Zeke came out of the barn as soon as he heard a car pulling down the drive. When he saw the sheriff’s car approaching, his eyebrows flew up almost to his hairline. What the hell? He walked over to wait by the porch, trying to figure out why the sheriff would be here. While he’d told Doc he could mention yesterday’s events to the sheriff if he had to, Zeke had also been clear on the fact he wouldn’t file a complaint or press charges. If it was his sister, he didn’t want her in jail, and if it wasn’t… Well, he already had enough enemies in town. He nodded at Sheriff Stenley as the tall, lean man got out of his car.

Sheriff Stenley walked up, frowning as his gray eyes pinned Zeke with an angry glare. Zeke didn’t know the man—he’d only been sheriff here for a year—but he damn sure wasn’t intimidated by Stenley. Zeke arched an eyebrow, giving the man what he hoped was his best un-intimidated look. He wasn’t sure it was successful considering that the sheriff stalked right up to him, invading his personal space and leaning down—just how tall was the man anyway?—until their noses were just an inch or two apart. Zeke stood straight, dropping the aloof air to