Free A Wild Ride by Andrew Grey Page A

the porch and across the yard to the barn. The early November night was still warm but with a hint of freshness in the air, like the weather was about to change. He considered leaving the horses out for the night, but decided against it. He turned on the lights and one by one brought the horses in and got them settled. He was hoping for rain, like everyone else for a hundred miles, and from the scent in the air, they might get some.
    Old Gerty put up a bit of a fuss, initially refusing to walk through the doorway as he led her into the barn. She’d been on the ranch as long as Dante could remember. “Stubborn horse,” Dante muttered. “I bet you miss Violet, don’t you?” The horse raised and lowered her head like she was answering. “She’ll be by in the morning.” Dante talked to the horse as he led her to her stall. Violet looked after the horses and checked on Gramps when Dante was out of town. He didn’t know what he’d do without her, and frankly, he didn’t want to find out.
    Dante closed the stall door and listened as the horses shifted in their stalls. Dante gave each of them fresh water and hay before sitting on a bale and enjoying the quiet and tranquility for a few minutes. I won’t touch you until you ask me. Dante shuddered as Ryan’s words played in his mind. “Damn it,” Dante swore as he leaned back and willed his mind to clear. The last thing he needed was to be thinking about Ryan, but he couldn’t fucking help it. “Why can’t I stop this?” he asked Gerty as she stuck her head out to see who he was talking to. Dante’s stomach ached and his balls drew close to his body just thinking about Ryan. It had been the same way for two fucking weeks.
    He’d tried jerking off, and it always began the same way, with him on top of Ryan, taking charge like he did with everything in his life. But no matter what he did, it always ended with his eyes closed, Ryan over him, his scent and feel around him as Dante pleaded softly for Ryan to take him. When he let the fantasy play out, Dante came in blinding flashes. He thought about trying again. He was so fucking horny he could hardly stand it. Dante closed his eyes and saw Ryan standing in front of him with his shirt off, his sculpted, hairy chest rising slightly with each breath. Dante’s breath hitched in his chest and he squirmed as his jeans got way too fucking tight. “That’s it,” Ryan said as he prowled closer. “I know what you want and need.” Dante shuddered and his dick throbbed hard in his pants. He reached for his belt, opened it, and then tugged the button of his jeans. “I’ll take care of you.” Ryan leaned forward and kissed him. Dante could feel it, an exact replay of the kiss in the hotel that had stolen his breath.
    Dante dug himself out as his fantasy shifted. He closed his eyes and all he could feel were Ryan’s full lips around his cock. He couldn’t see, but he could fucking feel them tighten, gripping his cock hard as he sucked. Dante turned on the bale, leaning back until he was splayed across it, rough ends digging into his shirt and skin. He stroked, imagining it was Ryan, and when the fantasy Ryan took him deep and slipped a finger inside him, he heard, “You’ll have all of me soon,” and Dante could take no more and came all over himself. He breathed hard, releasing the residual tension from his body and letting his hands fall until they brushed the concrete. Then he breathed and didn’t allow himself to think about what he’d just done.
    “Damn it,” Dante swore softly without heat as he sat up. Sometimes it felt like Ryan had even hijacked his fantasies. Every single one of them seemed to feature him, and Dante always came hard when, even in his thoughts, he allowed Ryan to take control. “What kind of man does that make me?” Dante asked out loud as he stood up and put himself to rights as best he could. Thankfully, Gramps would be in bed, so he wouldn’t see him coming in with come stains on his