Graham and his roping partner Jackson have ruled the rodeo scene for ten years running, but lately, Graham’s heart isn’t in the game. He’s tired of the bruises, the cowboy mentality, and the animal rights activists who picket every event. And then there’s Jackson.
Graham and Jackson have been friends since they were boys. But ever since their drunken sexual encounter the year before, things have been awkward. Graham’s accepted that he might be gay, but no matter how attracted he is to other men, he always panics and runs when the clothes start to come off.
Then Graham has a run-in with one of the rodeo protesters, and everything changes. Kaz is young, idealistic, and sexy as hell. And Kaz has an idea for getting Graham past his nerves and into bed.
All they need is a bit of rope.
Genres: Gay/Contemporary/Cowboys/Western (Modern Day)/BDSM (Light)
Heat Level: 3
Length: Extended Novella (39k words)
Read a short excerpt...
...He grabbed my neck, pulled me down to his level, and kissed me.
He fucking kissed me.
One second we were facing off and playing verbal games, and the next…
Fuck.
I didn’t know this guy from Adam, but I sank into that kiss like I’d been waiting for it all damned night. Hell, maybe I had.
He took the lead, too, raising onto his toes to bring himself up to my height. He gave me a few seconds to get used to the fact that our lips were touching before he curved a hand around the back of my neck, held me against him, and pushed my lips apart with his tongue. I let him in. His tasted like lemonade. His features were finer than any other man I’d ever kissed, but they were anything but feminine beneath my fingertips. Sharp, bold, roughened by the slightest dusting of stubble as I slid my hand across his jaw.
His body was slight, but hardly fragile or delicate. Under all those skater clothes, he felt like he was nothing but lean, fit muscle, and it made my head spin. I suddenly wanted to see it. To know what he looked like naked. I wanted to take him back to the house, get him out of these clothes, and find out—
Find out what it’s like to be in bed with a man?
My stomach flipped. That was the part where everything always went to hell. Where my nerves always got the best of me, some alarm blaring in the back of my brain, and a night that started with a hot kiss ended in tepid, awkward excuses before one of us made our escape.
Kaz broke the kiss and lowered himself back to his normal height, though he didn’t let go of my neck. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m…” Absolutely one hundred percent positive this will end in disappointment. “I wasn’t expecting that.”
“Good.” Another grin. “That was the idea.” He pushed himself up and kissed me again.
God, his kiss felt good. I wanted to believe this time could be different, but I could already feel those nerves coiling in the pit of my stomach. I pulled away. Not out of his arms, but away from the kiss. “I don’t know how…” Hell, I didn’t even know how to finish that sentence, let alone the rest.
“Do you always get spooked like this? Or is it because of me?”
I laughed nervously. Maybe I should have been embarrassed, but there was something about his no-nonsense attitude that told me it was okay to be honest. “It’s not you.”
He didn’t let me go, though. If anything, his grip on me tightened. He stood on his toes again to touch his lips to mine. “Interesting.” He reached down to brush my erection through my jeans. The tiniest touch, but it took my breath away. “Seems like you’re into it, though.”
“I am.” And it was strange what a relief it was to finally say that out loud. “I just never know what to do. Or how to do it. Or if I should.” I paused, heat rushing into my cheeks. “And I usually freak out. Kill the mood and bolt before we get too far. I kind of…panic.”
He nodded as if he understood. “I could fix that, you know,” he murmured against my lips.
“How?
“Remember when I offered to tie you up like one of your calves?”
Oh. Fuck.
“You were serious about that?”
He shrugged. “Not at the time, but I am now.” He drew back and looked up at me, eyes gleaming with God knew what kind of dirty thoughts. “If you’re game...”
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