Free McLeod, Anitra Lynn - Dirty Cowboy (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove) by McLeod-Anitra-Lynn

been spinning across an open bit of ground when another dust devil crossed his path. This one danced around him, whirling so fast it pulled dust from Everett. As he tried to go around, the dust devil blocked him. When Everett twirled backward, the dust devil followed him. Confused, Everett tried every direction he could move without losing his form by bumping against a scrub brush. When he inadvertently cornered himself, the larger dust devil pounced.
    When they merged, his soul collided with Dalton’s, and everything, all he’d forgotten, came rushing back—the time they had shared, the love they had made, the dreams they had wanted to build together, and the horrible tragedy that had wrenched them apart.
    If he’d had form, Everett might have cried for almost losing Dalton again, but the pain was swirled away and quickly forgotten as Dalton infiltrated him. Bound together, they danced in the sunlight and slept when night fell. Through the winter they were inert, but as soon as the heat came, they set to swirling across the prairie again.
    Every day was an adventure, every night a quiet time of conversation. Together they withstood stampedes, raging storms, and freezing snow, but always the heat returned and eventually they rose into the air together.
    After a time of sharing, Everett learned how to lift himself without the heat or the wind. Like a newborn colt, he was wobbly at first, and unable to stay aloft. He’d grown accustomed to using the rolling waves of hot air that moved horizontally across the surface of the land. Dalton taught him to create his own updraft. When he learned this trick, they were no longer bound by the weather. Even in the depth of winter they were able to move freely about the land. The cones they made were small, but they didn’t need size to enjoy the simple bliss of their existence.
    But, like Everett always said, good for one thing usually meant bad for another. It was wonderful to have a companion, and to share his existence so intimately, but both of them recognized they needed more. There was deeper pleasure to be had in human form. Knowing just how amazing their merging bodies could be made the prospect both terribly alluring and woefully terrifying.
    What if they shifted and forgot?
    That was what petrified Everett and made him reluctant to give up what they had. He wanted to be with Dalton again, to kiss him, to hold him, to merge their bodies and hear him make that plaintive moan, but he was so afraid of losing him he wouldn’t take the risk.
    It had taken Dalton years to find Everett and infiltrate him in dust-devil form. What if, as humans, they never reconnected to one another? As much as he wanted to physically love Dalton, Everett couldn’t justify the potential peril. It was better to be happy with what they had than lose each other altogether.
    It was Dalton who first suggested how they could return to human form and minimize the risks. Everett was leery, afraid they wouldn’t remember, but Dalton convinced him they wouldn’t know unless they tried. They debated the issue for a long time, but it was the prospect of kissing Dalton that convinced Everett to shift.
    Even though as a dust devil his senses were different, there was a memory of how good Dalton had tasted. All of his flesh had been so beautifully formed and blissfully sweet. Lifting and parting his legs, sliding his tongue deep into his cleft, easing his cock within that snug passage—longing had Everett halfway convinced to try, but it was his fear of abandonment that conflicted him.
    “It’s been so long since I’ve tasted you that way.” Everett didn’t speak so much as he conveyed his thoughts to Dalton.
    “I know,” Dalton thought back to him, swirling around him, merging their particles. This twirling was as close as they could come to lovemaking of any sort. And it simply wasn’t enough. “I want to feel you inside me again.”
    “I’m all over you right now.”
    “It’s not the