Fortune's Way by Jenna Byrnes Page A

before too, but neither of them was entirely comfortable in the cramped space. The stable would do for tonight. “We’re good here.”
    A wicked grin spread across Kyle’s face. He grabbed a clean, red-plaid blanket and tossed it over a graduated stack of hay bales. “This works for me.” He patted his pocket. “I brought supplies on the off chance I’d run into you.” He tossed a foil-wrapped condom and small container of lube onto the blanket.
    “Off chance?” Dean reached for Kyle’s belt and loosened it.
    Kyle chuckled. “Aw, hell, I’ve been hanging around out here for an hour, hoping to catch you. Didn’t really leave much to chance.”
    Dean shoved the man’s jeans and briefs down. Admiring the thick cock, which sprang free, he licked his lips. “I like a man who knows what he wants. And right now, I definitely know what I want. You, in my mouth. Your balls churning until hot cum shoots down my throat. Then I intend to flip you over and fuck your sweet ass until I’m right there with you.”
    “I could get down with that.” Kyle jutted his hips forward and leaned back against the rough-hewn stall divider.
    His erection bobbed as Dean knelt to worship it. A perfect ten inches and thicker than any man had a right to be, he almost reconsidered his choice. Feeling that monster in his ass would be a splendid way to unwind.
    He licked the tip and it wept for him on demand. Dean smiled. This was a good choice, too. Teasing the sticky pre-cum from the slit, he attempted restraint with gentle licks and nibbles. The massive staff beckoned him, and before long, he’d sucked the length into his mouth.
    Kyle groaned. His fingers splayed through Dean’s short hair, encouraging him to go deeper, take more.
    He did everything he could to oblige. The head of the cock tickled the back of his throat. He’d nearly reached his limit, but pressed slightly lower, enjoying the effect his deep-throat technique had on his lover.
    The man gasped and moaned, hips gyrating wildly. “I’m close.”
    Unable to speak, Dean nodded encouragement. He squeezed Kyle’s balls and felt them draw up.
    “Coming!” Kyle’s voice was breathy.
    Deep satisfaction and warm spunk filled Dean at the same time. He’d been with women and instigated plenty of orgasms. But nothing made him happier than seeing—or tasting—the obvious fruits of his labors when his man ejaculated for him.
    “Fuck!” Kyle panted above him. “That was amazing.”
    He pulled back slowly, licking every drop as he went. When his mouth was free, he chuckled. “Absolutely. And I’m very ready for that fuck. Damn, you’ve got me hard as a rock.” He rose to his feet.
    Kyle released Dean’s throbbing erection from its clothing confines. “You’re right about that. Christ, babe. Use plenty of lube. I’ve never seen you this fucking huge before.”
    “Because of you,” Dean whispered in Kyle’s face.
    His lover leaned forward for a kiss. His tongue traced the seam of Dean’s lips, and when they parted, he dove in, sucking Dean’s tongue into his mouth. “Mmm,” he sighed.
    He allowed the play for precious long moments until he couldn’t take anymore. His cock throbbed, ached to fill the other man’s tight channel. He needed it badly and he wanted it now. Pushing Kyle back, he muttered, “Gotta have you. Turn around and bend over so I can get you ready.”
    “Yes, sir.” Kyle’s seductive smile was nearly enough to make him come on the spot. Another time, he’d enjoy fucking that pretty mouth. Tonight, it was another entrance that interested him.
    Kyle leaned over the blanket-covered hay bale, exposing his pale ass cheeks.
    If he’d had more time or patience, Dean would have knelt again and buried his face between the sweet globes, allowing his tongue entrance where his shaft would soon be. He didn’t have that much tolerance just now. Tonight he was going to pillage and plunder, forcing the rosebud opening to accept his hard and waiting