Free Tying One On by Wendi Zwaduk

Chapter One
     
     
     
    “Sometimes you need to stir things up in order to get action.” Ronan Boyd strode across the barn to his partner, Steve Reynolds. “Either she’ll tell us to go to hell or she’ll sign on for the ride of her life.”
    Steve rolled his blue eyes. “She’s our ex-girlfriend and our best friend, but come on. No one has that much…fortitude. She’ll never agree.”
    “Maybe and maybe not. We’ve got to try.” He loved Steve more than anyone, but they both knew something was missing from their relationship. He just couldn’t say those words exactly. “She’s the one.” He cornered Steve in the empty horse stable. “But right now, you’re the one I want.”
    “Oh I am?” Steve wriggled his eyebrows. His blue eyes glittered. He hooked his fingers into Ronan’s waistband, tugging him and Ronan together. “How badly do you want me?”
    “So much.” Pressing their bodies tight, Ronan kissed his lover. The moment their tongues tangled, his blood sizzled. Being with Steve topped any other experience. Nothing mattered but Steve. With his gaze fixed on Steve’s, he popped the fly on his man’s pants. “I’m going to fuck you right here against the wall.”
    “Fuck yeah. Did you bring the lube?”
    “Sure did.” Ronan patted his pocket. “Show me everything.”
    Steve disengaged from Ronan long enough to pull his shirt tail up over his head and do what Ronan wanted. He left the garment around his arms and tucked it behind his head. The move showcased the rippling abs Steve worked so hard to maintain. He’d shaved his chest earlier that morning. Ronan grinned. He loved the hairless look.
    Ronan pinched Steve’s nipples, eliciting a groan from his lover. “So sexy.” He kissed Steve’s stubble-covered neck. At the same time, he easily popped the button on Steve’s jeans. He slipped both hands into the denim and caressed his lover’s dick. “You’re hard for me.”
    “Always,” Steve bit out.
    Ronan shoved Steve’s pants to the barn floor. They’d christened every stall in the barn within days of erecting the steel and wooden structure. Their love for each other held no bounds. He kissed Steve’s chest, biting his nipple. When Steve moaned, he flicked his tongue across the tight bundle of nerves.
    “Oh, man.” Steve rocked his hips. He rubbed his cock over the bulge in Ronan’s pants.
    “Do you want me to fuck you?” Ronan wrapped his hands around Steve’s dick. “Right here in the barn? Trista could walk in on us.” Actually, he wanted her to. She never said anything outright, but he knew she’d heard them fuck on more than one occasion.”
    “I do.” Steve let go of Ronan and turned around. “I want you in my ass.”
    “Good boy.” Ronan slipped the bottle of lube out of his pocket then squirted the clear liquid on his fingers. He inserted one digit into his lover’s ass while he used his free hand to unbutton his own pants. He wouldn’t last long. Sex with Steve always ranked off the charts, but the act never took long either. Blood surged through his veins. He gritted his teeth as he pumped his finger in and out of Steve’s rump.
    “Oh, God. More.” Steve arched his back. He gripped the boards along the wall. “Fuck me.”
    “I will.” Ronan withdrew his fingers then dribbled lube over his cock. The contrast of the cool liquid on his fevered skin kicked his desire up a notch. He fisted his dick then lined himself up with his lover’s ass. Inch by inch, he filled Steve’s butt.
    “Still so tight.” Ronan buried his face on Steve’s back. Slowly, he moved within Steve. His thrusts started slow and easy, in and out. His balls tingled and butterflies swarmed in his lower belly. “Jesus.”
    “Yeah,” Steve moaned. He bucked against Ronan, sending him deeper into his ass. “Harder.”
    Ronan increased his speed. He braced his feet wider apart for better leverage and pounded into Steve.
    “Are you on the edge?” Ronan asked. He bit Steve’s