Free Something Sinful This Way Comes [McQueen Was My Valley 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Karen Mercury Page A

Longtree wasn’t a twinkie. He seemed to be a man of substance, and who could fault a fellow who slept next to a trap just to catch a poacher? With his caring for animals and his elegant bone structure, women would be falling all over Longtree, if he ever made it out to polite society, where more women were liable to congregate. Or maybe…why had Longtree chosen such a remote, isolated occupation in the first place? Maybe he, too, had some reasons to live the hermit life.
    When Nathan sluiced the sweat and spit from his penis and lathered it up, it rose admirably to the occasion. It didn’t disturb him that he couldn’t figure out if it was an image of Xandra or a memory of Longtree that was getting him hard again. He thought of Xandra’s luscious ass nestled against his crotch, but the reality of Longtree pumping his dick until he shot was more immediate. So he allowed himself to luxuriate in that memory, slithering his fingers up and down his long hose of a cock, secure and proud, as usual, that Longtree had admired his massive boner. Many men had, but he hadn’t allowed any to delight in it the way Rory—Ibn himar, no. Not that again. Think of Longtree.
    Yes, Longtree was an expert wanker, that was for sure. Even in the few brief seconds the warden had speared his dick down his throat, Nathan had been on the razor’s edge of the most explosive orgasm of his life. Longtree had pulled back at the very last second. Nathan supposed he wanted to watch the view. Nathan was painfully aware he was built like a brick shithouse. He had to be, in his job. Jumping from planes, shadowing rebels through back alleys, leading commando raids, it all required a fellow at the top of his game.
    Nathan had told Longtree it could never happen again, but he already wanted it to. What would Xandra think? If she didn’t already know. Well, that was certainly one way of keeping the stunning lodge owner at arm’s distance, romantically. If he truly wanted to disgust and repel her, he could arrange so she accidentally stumbled upon him ejaculating a mouthful of jism down Julian’s hungry throat. Yes, he could arrange that she busted Julian eagerly gulping his long, plump schlong—
    The bathroom door slammed. Nathan went still, his cock purplish, the foam-covered glans shiny in his grip. Surely Longtree heard the shower running. When he heard the warden pissing, he relaxed enough to give his own dick a few more pumps, but he was thoroughly taken aback when Longtree yanked the shower door open. Without shades, Nathan could see he had wonderful, soft brown eyes, fringed by long, girlish lashes. And without the baseball cap with Wildlife Resource patches emblazoning it, his brunet hair floated about his shoulders.
    And, oh yeah. He was naked. His hairless chest was well-developed, as befitted a fellow who spent his days riding a horse up and down canyons, and a manly, musky scent, probably his own natural scent, emanated from him.
    Nathan didn’t let go of his cock, though. “Where’s Xandra?”
    “She left,” Longtree said, stepping into the small enclosure with Nathan. “She had some fishing tournament shit to do, and couldn’t get ahold of her ranch manager.” Longtree boldly took hold of Nathan’s hard-on. Nathan wanted to slap that sly grin off his perfectly sculpted face, but he was rooted to the spot. The needles of water beat against his back now, already getting cold. “Let me suck your big tool… Officer Horowitz.”
    Nathan couldn’t tell by Longtree’s sly delivery whether or not he was being sarcastic. Could Longtree tell he wasn’t really a cop from Abilene, giving people speeding tickets? Or was he putting the emphasis on Nathan’s title because he wanted to play a twisted game? The warden took him so utterly by surprise he didn’t have time to protest. Next thing he knew, Longtree was on his knees clasping Nathan by his naked hips, spearing his prick down his throat just like in Nathan’s lewd imaginings a few