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His Ranch Hand by Deanna Wadsworth
Western Passions, Book 1
Cowboys don’t cry.
West of the Pecos, if a man shows a vulnerable side, his last glimpse of this life might be at the end of a barrel.
Cowboy and drifter, Myron Poste shrouds his life in mystery, carefully following a strict code to stay alive. Fellow ranch hand Cade Buchanan is big, hairy, and strong—not the sort of man to trifle with.
One fateful night while driving a herd of Longhorns north to Santa Fe, Cade confronts Myron. With the swiftness of a West Texas wind, desire seizes control and a passionate affair begins. Pride has always held Myron back, but he can no longer deny his submissive nature when Cade gives him just what he craves—pure, lustful dominance.
When the drive ends, they must part ways. Will the memories of their untamed passion under the big Texas sky be powerful enough to reunite them?
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Myron studied Cade in the darkness. “There isn’t shame in doing what feels right in your heart, is there?”
“I dunno.”
“Well, this is who I am. Sure, I can’t tell folks about it, but I’m not ashamed in here.” He tapped his chest. “Not anymore.”
“Why?”
Myron shrugged. “Don’t rightly know. Just one day I stopped denying who I am. Sometimes it takes me awhile to see the truth, but when I do, I can’t lie to myself about it.” He wanted to tell Cade this didn’t have to be so complicated, but a man had to figure out some things on his own.
“You’ve given me some things to ponder, Poste,” Cade remarked after a while. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. Now get some sleep. I won’t pester you anymore,” he said softly. “And I’m not sore with you.”
To Myron’s shock and delight, Cade spread out on his bedroll, inching right up against him.
Myron groaned from the tempting closeness. “Now you’re just teasing a man.”
“We’ll need to share warmth. And didn’t ya just get done sayin’ there’s no shame in doin’ what feels right?”
“Yes?”
“Well, this feels right.” His hand stroked up Myron’s thigh.
He swallowed, watching intently as Cade burrowed closer. “No kissing, but cuddling for warmth? Your rules have some undefined areas, for sure.”
“Now who’s teasin’?” Cade rejoined.
“Just stating the truth,” he countered, frustrated but pleased with the man’s contradictory words and actions. He wanted Myron, but maybe he was just being overly cautious while tracking the rustlers. He wished he knew how to gauge Cade’s behavior with this new change in their relationship.
“Thought ya said you weren’t gonna pester me no more.”
“You’re pestering me,” Myron retorted with a smile.
“You started it.”
“When? When you watched me tug on my cock in the Pecos?” he said, shocking himself by his boldness.
Cade made a blustering sound. “I won’t be gettin’ any shut eye now, thinkin’ on that.”
Myron laughed. “Such was my intention. If I’m in a state, you should be in one too.”
“Bastard,” he grumbled with no malice.
Myron enjoyed this playful side of Cade he doubted very many people had glimpsed.
Wanting to make the man have even more trouble sleeping, he took Cade’s hand from his knee and placed it squarely over his erection.
Cade grunted and scooted closer, his hand convulsing over Myron’s aching prick. Myron stayed his hand and stilled his hips, though he wanted to thrust.
“That’s cruel, Poste,” he murmured. “Tempting me like this.”
I tempt you? How wonderful. “You should fix it, since it’s your fault.”
“We need to be alert.”
“King is here.”
“I know but…”
When his voice trailed off, sounding unconvinced, Myron smiled in the darkness, delighting in the knowledge Cade did want him, and that he’d made no move to remove his big hand from his cock. “I won’t pester you, but if you aren’t interested, why’s your hand still on my cock?”
Cade made a funny sound and his hand twitched, whether involuntarily or the intentional halting of a stroke. “You put it there.”
He scoffed, squirming as the heat of Cade’s hand seeped through the fabric. “To show you what you did to me.”
“We were talking serious, and it caused this?” He squeezed, and Myron thrust into his hand.
“No, you caused it.” Squirming, Myron groaned. “I can’t concentrate in this state. I’m supposed to be on watch, remember? But seeing as you don’t intend to finish what you started, maybe I should go off behind that cactus and take care of this myself.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“I would. Or maybe I’ll just do it right here. You wouldn’t mind, would you?”
With Cade’s powerful hand cradling his cock, Myron had become so hard, it would probably only take a moment to finish. It wasn’t without risk, but Mother Nature was alive around them, so nothing was amiss nearby their camp at the moment. King and the horses were easily spooked in the night, always aware.
“You wouldn’t,” Cade murmured again, propping up on his elbow and staring at him. His hand remained on Myron’s cock, and it throbbed from the touch.
“I would do it if you told me to,” Myron said, gazing deep into blue eyes shadowed in the dark. For some reason, he felt like he could totally be himself with Cade, say whatever was on his mind. “You enjoyed watching me before, didn’t you?”
Cade nodded.
Determined to make Cade as hard as Myron, and unsure why he was being so vocal, he said, “Did hear me whisper your name?”
He nodded, and licked his lips.
Myron smiled. “You watched me for a long while, didn’t you?”
Another nod.
Myron’s heart pounded. “Did you touch yourself while you watched me?”
“A little,” he admitted, his words barely a whisper.
Damn, his cock surged with leakage. The cuddling, coupled with the pulsing hand on his cock, and envisioning Cade watching him in the water, emboldened him further. He decided to up the ante. “You couldn’t see my face when I shot.” Hadn’t he all but demanded to see it last time? “You couldn’t see under the water, either, but you knew what I was doing. You knew I had my fingers in my ass. And you liked that the most, didn’t you?”
Cade’s hand tightened, and he let out a shuddery laugh. “Dammit, Poste. It ain’t polite to speak so plain.”
He placed his hand over Cade’s bigger one and rubbed a little in encouragement. “We’ve gone beyond polite, haven’t we? Seeing as you spied on me while I touched myself. Then you snuck up on me and pinned me to a tree. You took me in hand and told me when to shoot. I sucked that load right off your hand, then you ordered me to suck your cock. And just now, your hand is on my cock again. Seems you enjoy telling me what to do. So tell me to stop… if that’s what you want.”
Myron held his breath, unsure of the wisdom of baiting Cade, both because he still feared exposing his hunger for domination, and hoped he might be breaking through Cade’s stubborn wall of shame. Giving Cade a chance to turn him down wasn’t exactly helping Myron crumble the ramparts.
Cade said nothing, but his hand rubbed now, and Myron’s cock leaked and throbbed. He squeezed Cade’s hand, and thrust up a little.
Cade groaned.
Thus encouraged, Myron whispered, “Tell me what you want me to do.” If he had to be the one to awaken Cade’s authority, he’d do it. “Do you want me to take it out or not? Do you want me to show you what was hidden in the water last time? You want me to shoot right here while you watch? You want me to finger my hole again? I’ll do it, Cade. I have no rules, remember? So tell me want to do.”
Cade growled again, sounding like a riled up bear. “I want you to stop temptin’ me so damn much,” he ground out. His hand convulsed on Myron’s cock, and Myron rubbed the back of it, urging him to move. “And I want you to stop visitin’ my dreams all the damn time, messin’ with my head.”
Myron froze, and a slick sheen of sweat and fire worked down his back. For a moment he didn’t think he could breathe. Somehow he managed, “I can’t control your dreams.”
“But you do,” Cade whispered roughly. “You do.”
He’d ponder what that meant later, because his heart couldn’t begin to fathom those sweet words. Breathless, he licked his lips. “Well, I’m not a dream. I’m real and I’m right here for you to command.”
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Deanna Wadsworth might be a bestselling erotica author, but she leads a pretty vanilla life in Ohio with her wonderful husband and adorable cocker spaniels. She has been spinning tales and penning stories since childhood, and her first erotic novella was published in 2010. When she isn’t writing books or brainstorming with friends, you can find her making people gorgeous in a beauty salon. An avid reader, she also loves gardening, cooking, music, and dancing. Often she can be seen hanging out on the sandbar in the muddy Maumee River or chilling with her hubby and a cocktail in their basement bar. In between all that fun, Deanna cherishes the quiet times when she can let her wildly active imagination have the full run of her mind. Her fascination with people and the interworkings of their relationships have always inspired her to write romance with spice and love without boundaries.
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