Free Wilder, Winona - Loving Tyler [Coming Out 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Winona Wilder

was already walking away, not bothering to turn or answer. Marcus stood in place for a minute, and then he decided to grab the duffel bag and get back to the room before Tyler woke up. He wondered if there was even a place in town where they could get new tires for the truck on short notice. Who would do such a thing? Everyone seemed to love Tyler everywhere he went. Marcus would expect something like this back in the city where senseless crime ran rampant, not in this quaint little town.
    He crept back in the room. The interior was dim with the heavy drapes pulled shut. Tyler shifted on the bed as Marcus clicked the lock into place and dropped the duffel bag on the ground with a thump. “Where’d you go, darlin’?”
    “Just got your bag. How you feeling?”
    “Hard. For you.” He patted the side of the bed. “I’ve rested as you demanded, sweet thing. You’re not going to prolong my punishment now, are you?”
    He joined Tyler near the bed, the world forgotten as he gazed into those luscious green eyes. “I wasn’t punishing you. I was looking out for you.” Marcus sat on the mattress and ran his hands over Tyler ’s muscled sides. The bruises remained, but he didn’t flinch as much as he did yesterday.
    “I love the way you touch me,” the cowboy whispered. He tucked his arms behind his head and took a cleansing breath. “I’m sorry about yesterday.” His brown hair was tousled from sleep, his thick-lashed eyes heavy.
    All he’d thought about the past week were his feelings for Tyler and the erotic peak the other man so easily brought him to. He pulled back the blankets slightly, exposing Tyler ’s ripped abs and the thin trail of hair leading to the tent in the light covering.
    “Everyone makes mistakes.”
    He ran his fingers lightly up and down his torso until Tyler surprised him by grabbing his wrist in a tight grip. “No more teasing. Touch me. Really touch me.”
    Marcus was just as hard as Tyler . The promise from last night kept echoing in his head—he’d get his chance to fuck another man for the first time. He slipped the blanket off the hidden erection. Tyler groaned, returning his arm back under his head, his eyes drifting shut. He stroked the cowboy, savoring the silky skin as he pumped up and down, memorizing every vein and curve of Tyler ’s cockhead.
    “I haven’t stopped thinking about you all week. I wanted to come, but I was scared. Scared you’d reject me.”
    “Never that.” Tyler sat up and pulled Marcus down against his chest. He was so strong, so alive. When his lips met his own it healed all the lonely hours of longing. Nothing mattered except the here and now. Tyler ’s lips were thick and he kissed with enough skill to take his breath away.
    “Remember what you told me? Were you just playing…about the sex stuff?”
    Tyler smirked. “About getting double fucked? A dildo in your ass as you fuck me?”
    He knew his cheeks were turning red. Tyler ’s unabashed way of speaking was so different from his politically correct coworkers or religious relatives, and it turned him on more than anything. “Yeah. That.”
    Marcus sat up and ripped his polo shirt from his body. “That’s my boy. You’re gorgeous.” Tyler reached for his shoulders, pulling himself up to a sit. The cowboy leaned down and sucked his nipples, making them pebble, and delicious heat radiated all the way down to his balls.
    “You sure you wouldn’t rather have one of them cowboys from yesterday?”
    “Darlin’, I already told you nothing happened.” He cupped Marcus’s face. “From that first day, I knew you were the one man who could make me change my wild ways.”
    God, Marcus didn’t realize how much he needed to be accepted, desired, wanted by another human being—unconditionally, irrevocably. Tears pricked at the backs of his eyes, but he wouldn’t cry in front of the other man. Tyler was a hardcore cowboy and probably wouldn’t appreciate such an open display of emotion.
    He got