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The Broken Road 3-4
Chapter 3
The next morning, Jarrod trudged out of bed with the sun. Not normally a morning person, the lack of sleep made the chore of getting up even more taxing. Rubbing his scratchy face he made his way to the bathroom only to find it locked as he wiggled the knob. He muttered under his breath as he turned back to his room, “Aw damn it.”
Inside, Adam called out when he heard the knob turning, “Hold on, I’ll be done in a minute.”
Jarrod stopped and knocked softly on the door, “It’s me Adam. Open up.”
Adam pulled the door open and stepped aside letting Jarrod in. Jarrod went straight to the water closet and relieved himself, sighing as he finished. With his head thrown back at the pleasure of draining his aching bladder, Jarrod had no idea what his presence was doing to the other occupant of the spacious bathroom. Adam stared with his mouth open as Jarrod stood before him, holding his limp member in his hand. Jarrod started to turn towards Adam as he tucked himself back into his pajamas and stopped when he saw Adam in nothing but his standard black pants. In the process of dressing, Adam stood behind him bare-chested with his pants unbuttoned, hanging open. Adam hadn’t bothered buttoning them, waiting instead until he donned his shirt to tuck everything in. With his hand still grasping his soft flesh, Jarrod felt it quiver with desire and he stepped up to Adam. They stood toe to toe, their heights evenly matched as they gazed at each other. Their eyes were mirrors of desire and this time it was Jarrod that initiated the kiss. It was a long languorous kiss that left them both breathless and stirred their passion even higher. Last night had opened new feelings for both of them and they wanted to explore the desire that couldn’t be satiated. Pushing Adam back into the wall, Jarrod dropped his hands to Adam’s slender hips and slipped his pants off.
Still clad in his light cotton pants, there was no mistaking Jarrod’s desire as he pressed his hardness into Adam’s own throbbing length. Adam’s arms snaked around Jarrod’s back and held him tightly to his chest as he tried to regain some control. Jarrod wasn’t making it easy as he kissed and nipped at Adam’s neck and throat. When Jarrod slipped his own pants lower and pressed his exposed flesh against Adam’s, the dark eyed rancher threw his head back and moaned in ecstasy. Nuzzling Adam’s ear with his tongue, Jarrod whispered, “Shh...Someone might hear.”
Adam nodded blissfully, his eyes closed as Jarrod continued to assault his skin with his mouth, tasting every inch of exposed skin. Their erections oozed the lubrication needed and they slid their aching lengths against each other, pushing and pressing for more. Sliding his hands lower, Adam grabbed Jarrod’s ass and pulled him closer as he thrust forward. His breathing increased with every upward thrust and Jarrod felt his own body responding to Adam’s passion. Leaning forward, Jarrod rested his forehead against the door and breathed in Adam’s ear, “Let it go.”
Reaching his hands between them, Adam gripped both of their weeping hard-ons and pleaded in a half-whisper, “Harder.” Jarrod reached down and grasping Adam’s hips, used them to leverage himself as he thrust into Adam’s hands. Adam could feel the burn begin and panted against Jarrod’s shoulder, his hips and hands working furiously to put an end to his painful pleasure. When Adam bit his shoulder to stop from moaning as his orgasm erupted, coating Jarrod’s needy flesh, Jarrod felt his balls tighten and the blinding light exploded at the base of his shaft. He hissed through gritted teeth, “Awwwwwww Goddddddddd!” He thrust sharply, spurting his essence between their sweat soaked bodies to mingle with Adam’s. They both shuddered and shivered as they finished then leaned heavily against the other as they caught their breaths.
“That was incredible,” sighed Adam.
Jarrod had his head buried in Adam’s neck, still trying to get air into his lungs, “Mmmm”
Adam smiled and pushed Jarrod off his shoulder to get him moving. “We need to get cleaned up and get out of here.” Taking the rag he’d used earlier, Adam quickly cleaned himself up then handing it to Jarrod, started dressing. Jarrod did the same and started to leave with Adam but stopped when Adam patted his cheek playfully, “I never imagined saying this, but you are scratchy.” He turned Jarrod around and pushed him towards the sink as he said firmly, “Shave!”
Jarrod flashed him a one-sided smile, picked up the towel and used it to flick Adam on his way out the door. “Go!”
The last one to breakfast, Jarrod took his normal place opposite his mother and found himself having to concentrate on not staring at Adam. His brothers inadvertently made it easier by starting in on his choice to wear ranch clothes. Heath sat on his left and lifted a curious eyebrow, his eyes betraying his mischief, “I see you’re dressed for some serious work today, Jarrod. You plannin’ on helpin’ out with the brandin’?”
Nick howled with laughter, “Oh that will be the day our lawyer here dirties his lily-white hands on some real work.”
Jarrod tensed at the remark, but hid his hatred of the caustic barb as he teased back, “I thought I’d take Adam for a tour of the ranch. We might stop by after and lend a hand if you boys don’t think you can handle it.”
Heath chided back, “Well, iffn’ you have a mind to actually work, I’ve got about mile of fence up in the south pasture that needs mendin’. Everything is just waitin’ on a man to show up.”
“I figure Jarrod here will manage to take a whole day just to ride around the ranch. Anything to get out of helping out,” sneered Nick.
“So right, brother Nick. I want to make sure Adam gets the grand tour. Wouldn’t want him going home thinking you run anything but the perfect ranch would you?”
Adam watched the interplay curiously, and smiled as Jarrod threw every remark back at his brothers with a restrained calm. He’d seemed to be the only aware of Jarrod’s false bravado regarding his working habits. He decided it was high time to put the two men in their place, “Well there are certain advantages to the working side of the ranch. When the sun goes down our day is pretty much done.” Adam motioned to Jarrod and added jokingly, “While we are sleeping, Jarrod here is up 'til all hours of the night doing paperwork and preparing for the next days work.” While Adam’s barb was delivered to make it appear he was siding with Nick and Heath, both men seemed to take a moment to reflect on the truth of his words. He winked at Jarrod when he saw the tinge of embarrassment pass over their faces and was rewarded with a small nod of thanks from not only Jarrod, but his mother as well. The conversation the rest of breakfast steered away from a personal attack on Jarrod.
As Jarrod and Adam headed out for their ride, Adam wondered out loud, “Why do you let them treat you like that?”
Shrugging, Jarrod sighed, “You have brothers. Don’t tell me that if they knew you felt strongly about their teasing they wouldn’t use it to their advantage?”
“Hmm...You have a point.” Adam hesitated before adding, “They don’t seem to respect you much.”
“I’m not a rancher, I’m a lawyer. They don’t always see that what I do for the ranch is just as important as what they do.”
“Can I ask about Heath? I don’t remember you ever mentioning him before.”
“He came to live with us about three years ago. It seems my father wasn’t as faithful to Mother as we all thought.”
Adam kept his surprise to himself. “Your mother seems to be alright with the situation, I have to say that I’m impressed.”
Jarrod shook his own head and smiled, “Would you believe she was one of the first to welcome him into the family?”
“She is a remarkable woman, your mother.”
“That she is.”
Stopping his horse, Adam turned to Jarrod and said what was on his mind, hoping he wasn’t going too far out on a limb, “You feel cast aside by him don’t you?”
Jarrod was caught off guard by Adam’s insight, “I don’t know if cast aside is how I would put it.”
“Then how would you put it?”
Gesturing forward, Jarrod began moving again as he answered Adam, “I don’t really know. I think of Heath as my brother, just like I do Nick. It’s just....well...sometimes I’m not privy to their little world. Nick has Heath now, he doesn’t need me to confide in. I think Heath sees me more of his mentor and father figure than as a brother. I suppose I’ve gotten so used to it, I don’t actually think about it. They live their lives and I live mine.”
As Adam rode beside him, he reached across and rested his hand on Jarrod’s leg, “If I remember right, it was very hard to get past that outer shell of yours. You were never one to share unless I asked you right out.”
Jarrod smiled at him and teased, “That’s calling the kettle black and you still don’t have a problem asking me whatever is on your mind.”
Adam gave him his famous dimpled grin, “And I recall a certain young man who had no problem interrogating me either, so we’ll leave it at that.”
“Maybe we took the responsibilities of being the oldest too seriously.”
Contemplating Jarrod’s words, Adam finally spoke up, “I’ve had times where I wish I could put aside those responsibilities and live my life for myself instead of them.”
“Truer words were never spoken,” huffed Jarrod.
Adam slapped Jarrod on the back, “How ‘bout we live today for ourselves and the hell with the rest of them.”
“Hmmm...Sounds like a plan. What do you have in mind?”
Sweeping his hand around the open pasture, Adam asked with a tinge of frustration, “I don’t suppose you know of any place that is a little more secluded do you?”
“I have a place or two no one knows about.” Jarrod slapped Jingo with his reins, and kicked the horse in the side as they headed out. Adam did the same and both men were soon racing across the pasture up into the hills.
Chapter 4
Tying the horses, Adam followed Jarrod up a steep incline and into a rather tight opening in the rock face. It was pitch dark inside, but Jarrod seemed to know his way around and he soon had a stashed lantern lit. The room wasn’t huge, but it was clearly a place that Jarrod had taken the time to supply. The corner had a palette of blankets, another lantern and a small shelf of books. It was evidently a place Jarrod used often enough to take care of it. Adam walked to the palette and stood waiting for Jarrod to join him. After an awkward moment of indecision, Adam removed his hat and gun belt and Jarrod followed suit. As Jarrod removed his boots, Adam moved behind him and slipped the vest off his shoulders then reaching around Jarrod’s chest, began unbuttoning his shirt. Jarrod tried to turn and remove Adam’s clothes, but Adam leaned over and breathed in his ear, “Let me undress you.” His hands worked steadily at the buttons of Jarrod’s shirt and every time Adam’s fingers brushed his skin, Jarrod gasped for air. Jarrod’s arousal was straining in his pants by the time Adam finished the last button, and was leaning heavily into Adam’s chest. Adam took his time, slipping Jarrod’s shirt off his shoulders and pressing himself into his back as his hands caressed Jarrod’s bare arms and chest. He moved his fingers to Jarrod’s nipples and encircled the tight nubs in ever smaller circles until Jarrod was arching into his touch, desperate for more contact.
Adam whispered in Jarrod’s ear as he nibbled on the sensitive skin of his earlobe, “Patience.”
“Please,” sighed Jarrod, slumping further into Adam’s chest.
When Adam teased his taut peaks, Jarrod shivered and only Adam’s support kept him up. “Stay with me.”
Jarrod’s breathing was fast and Adam felt his own flesh rising at his response. Each time Adam squeezed Jarrod’s nipples, Jarrod would shudder and moan, making them both harder. Jarrod’s smooth skin glistened with a fine layer of perspiration and Adam’s tongue darted out to taste the saltiness that gathered on his shoulder. A shiver hit Jarrod and he arched into Adam as it traveled down his spine. Giving him no time to recover, Adam dropped his hand to his groin and began rubbing the Jarrod’s hardness. Adam quickly grabbed him around the waist, holding him steady when his knees threatened to buckle. Breathing raggedly and senses spiraling out of control, Jarrod tried to regain his composure. Sensing Jarrod’s need for a moment of reprieve, Adam stopped his caresses and simply held him tight, dropping soft kisses on his shoulder and neck.
When Jarrod’s breathing returned to a normal rhythm, Adam’s hand fumbled with the buckle of Jarrod’s belt and looking over his shoulder, could see his bulging erection straining against the tight material of Jarrod’s pants. The sight sent blood to his own aching flesh and Adam pressed his cloth-covered length into Jarrod’s backside. Jarrod’s eyes closed as Adam’s hand worked its way back to his pants and began releasing the buttons that confined his needy length. He tried to help, but each time, Adam batted his hand away until Jarrod resigned himself to waiting. When the last button came free, his pants slipped off his hips and slid to the floor. Jarrod groaned out loud and had to resist the urge to grab himself and finish off what Adam started. His erection was rock hard and jutting outward, and Adam let his hands linger on Jarrod’s thighs, marveling at the site below him. The beauty of a man’s arousal had never crossed his mind and he couldn’t get over how powerful it appeared when filled with such obvious need. He could feel the tiny tremors pass through Jarrod with each twitch of the distended flesh and Adam’s fingers caressed ever closer to the magnificent thickness that beckoned him. As he touched the hard softness, Jarrod’s breath hitched and he pushed himself into Adam’s touch only to be denied time and time again when he pulled away. Adam turned his head and licked at Jarrod’s ear, “Relax.”
Jarrod could barely breathe and he stuttered a reply, “Can’t...wait...much...longer.”
“Shhh...I’ll get you there...I promise.” Adam moved around to stand in front of Jarrod and slid his hands to Jarrod’s hips as he dropped his mouth onto his chest, licking and kissing his way to the tender morsels there. Jarrod frantically grabbed for Adam’s shoulders as he felt himself sway under the torturous ministrations. His fingers clenched the hard muscles beneath Adam’s shirt as he worked his way lower and lower. Adam sucked and tasted the salty skin and enjoyed the ripple of muscle as he teased Jarrod. Jarrod watched with ever growing need and fascination and when Adam dropped to his knees in front of him, his eyes widened with surprise and anticipation. His dark blue eyes reflected the desire of the brown ones staring up at him.
Adam dropped his head and was drawn to the drop of glistening fluid that leaked from the tip of Jarrod’s erection. He was unaware that his every move was being watched with bated breath. His tongue slowly came forward and he drew the drop into his mouth testing its taste. It was salty but not unpleasant and he licked it again. Jarrod hadn’t realized he was holding his breath until Adam’s lips kissed the tip of his engorged heat and he inhaled sharply. His head thrown back at the incredible warmth that engulfed him, he couldn’t stop the groan that escaped him, “Oh god, Adam! Don’t.”
Adam needed this and he pleaded huskily, “I want to taste you.”
It took all of Jarrod’s willpower not to explode right then and there, and he took several deep breaths to try and ease the overwhelming need that threatened to overpower him. Adam continued the assault on his throbbing shaft and worked his tongue from the tip all they way down his length, following the thick vein that pulsed with blood. His mouth sucked and licked its way back to his tip and when Jarrod felt himself being drawn into the moistness of Adam’s mouth, he knew it would soon be over. He no longer had any control other than the need for release and he was at Adam’s mercy. Adam slid his mouth lower and lower until he could take no more, and then he slowly pulled away before covering Jarrod’s hard length again and again. Jarrod couldn’t help but thrust and Adam choked on the thickness that already filled his mouth. Pulling away immediately, Jarrod apologized between gasps, “I’m...sorry....I can’t...stop...it.”
Grabbing the base of Jarrod’s shaft to prevent him from repeating the same thing, Adam took him in his mouth and Jarrod found he could thrust without gagging him. Both men were learning as they went and Adam found if he did to Jarrod what he liked himself he got the reaction he was looking for. As Jarrod reacted, Adam worked harder to please him and Jarrod was soon panting for release, “Awwww....awwww...awwwww.” Adam’s other hand reached up and began fondling Jarrod’s sac and it signaled the end for him. His thrusts became erratic and Adam felt the balls in his hand draw up sharply as the hardness in his mouth grew even larger. Jarrod suddenly cried out with his release, “OH Goddddddddddddd!”
Adam had no choice but to swallow as Jarrod shot his seed into the back of his throat. Jarrod trembled convulsively and Adam reached his arm around Jarrod’s thighs to hold him up. His orgasm seemed to go on forever, and Adam sucked every drop of the precious fluid until Jarrod went limp in his mouth. Jarrod could no longer hold himself up and dropped onto his knees letting Adam pull him forward to rest his head on his shoulder. He shuddered in the aftermath of his gut wrenching orgasm and tried to calm his breathing. “I can’t...breathe.”
Clasping Jarrod’s neck, Adam held on to him tightly as his own body fought for control, “Shhh...just relax.” A few minutes passed and Jarrod realized that Adam was trembling. He pulled away and saw his face was clenched tightly and his dark depths were wild with need. Pushing him back onto the palette of blankets, Jarrod hurriedly removed Adam’s clothes. He wanted to explore Adam just as he had done, but Adam was too far gone to allow for anything other than the need for completion. Jarrod didn’t hesitate for a moment, and dropping his head to Adam’s groin, slid as much of his long length into his mouth as he could. Adam arched up sharply and Jarrod tried to gasp for air as he felt him hit the back of his throat. He dropped a hand on Adam’s stomach to control his thrust and worked his mouth up and down Adam’s heated shaft. Adam thrashed his head back and forth, his hips bucking wildly despite Jarrod’s efforts to hold him down. Jarrod watched with fascination as Adam’s stomach muscles began to quiver and he felt him swell in his mouth. A groan of pure pleasure escaped from Adam as he pumped stream after stream into Jarrod’s mouth. “OH Jarrodddddddddd. Suck meeeeeeeee!”
Jarrod sucked until Adam could take no more and collapsed on the mat totally spent. Releasing the softness from his mouth, Jarrod rested his head on Adam’s stomach listening to him sigh in satisfaction. Adam’s hand dropped to Jarrod’s head and he stroked his now damp hair. “I love you.” Jarrod looked at him in surprise and his own eyes mirrored Adam’s feelings. Adam cupped his cheek and uttered sadly, “How do I live with that? How can I live without you now?”
Moving up to lie beside him, Jarrod leaned into Adam’s side and let him hold him. “We’ll have to come up with something...because you’ve just ruined me for anyone else,” teased Jarrod. It was said to lighten the situation, but was true nonetheless. They lay for a long time in silence, both men contemplating what lie ahead, wondering if they could go on without the other now.
Jarrod finally sat up and looked back at Adam. “We best get going or there’s no telling what I might do.”
Adam grabbed his arm, throwing Jarrod off balance and on top of his chest. “Hmmm. I like that idea.” Jarrod tried to resist, but Adam’s tongue played a dance of passion in his mouth and he felt his loins stirring once more. Adam’s hands roamed his back and buttocks, anxiously seeking out every bit of sensation he could derive from Jarrod. It wasn’t long before they were both pressing against each other needing more contact for their throbbing erections. Jarrod suddenly rolled off and asked in a husky voice, “Roll on your side.”
Frowning, Adam only relented when Jarrod pleaded, “Please...trust me.” Spooning behind Adam, Jarrod grabbed his own length in his hand and guided it between Adam’s cheeks and thighs. Adam startled and tried to pull away, fearful of Jarrod’s intentions. He knew that eventually they might try for penetration, but he was not ready for it just yet. It was all too new and he wasn’t all too sure how to go about it anyway. Grasping his shoulder, Jarrod gently pulled him back into his chest, “Just relax. I’m not going to do anything else.” Jarrod had the same reservations as Adam, and declined for the same reasons. He wanted Adam and the thought of being buried deep inside him was a powerful need, but like Adam, he lacked the experience and was terrified of having to return the favor.
Adam slipped back into Jarrod’s embrace and tried to relax. Jarrod’s hand dropped to his now softening flesh and Adam closed his eyes as he was stroked back to fullness. With infinite slowness Jarrod brought him to the edge and then backed off, maintaining a slow rocking motion between Adam’s legs. He continued to tease Adam, until he had him begging for more, “Faster!”
The faster Jarrod stroked Adam the faster his thrusts became and Adam was quickly losing control, “I can feel...your balls...hitting my...legs...God, Jarrod! Harder!!!” With each forward thrust, Adam could feel Jarrod’s length hitting his own sac and it sent fire into his pulsing shaft. Their sweat soaked bodies slid against each other and Adam reached out for Jarrod’s backside aching for more as he tried to pull him closer. Jarrod suddenly let go of Adam’s hardness and grabbed his hip for better leverage. Adam grasped his own aching need and pumped into his hand as Jarrod pounded against him with harder and faster thrusts.
The sensations were overpowering for Jarrod and he cried out to Adam, “Hurry....won’t last!”
Adam pumped himself harder and faster to match Jarrod’s motions when he felt the telltale burn at the base of his shaft. As his sac tightened and pulled up sharply, Jarrod’s arousal slammed into him over and over until he fell off the edge and plummeted into a mind shattering orgasm. His tightening muscles gripped Jarrod and they both erupted in a simultaneous explosion of pure ecstasy. Jarrod’s fingers gripped Adam’s hip tightly and with each convulsive thrust he spurted his seed between Adam’s legs. Adam was covered in his own stickiness as he shuddered in Jarrod’s embrace. Only when they had no more to give did they collapse in exhaustion. Jarrod tried to speak, but was caught in an aftershock and his hips bucked into Adam, causing him to moan at the overpowering sensation. Slipping his now soft flesh from between Adam’s legs, Jarrod muttered weakly, “Sorry.”
As Jarrod tried to pull away, Adam grabbed his backside and held him in place. Jarrod settled closer, holding Adam to his chest and burying his head in the crook of his neck asked softly, “How can something so wrong, feel so damn good?”
Rolling towards Jarrod, Adam lifted up on his elbows as Jarrod moved to lie on his back. Adam looked down at him and asked warily, “Do you feel like it’s wrong?”
Jarrod put his hands behind his head and sighed, “I know it’s wrong to feel about you like I do, but I’m too far in to go back now. I shudder to think what others might call it.” Turning his body around, Adam used Jarrod’s stomach as a pillow. Jarrod smiled at Adam’s relaxed mood and played with his dark curls. “You don’t seem all that concerned.”
“No...I don’t suppose I am. I’ve wanted this for so long it almost doesn’t seem real. Tomorrow I’ll be leaving...then I’ll have to live with what I’ve done.”
“What you’ve done? I was here too. I think we both made a conscious decision to do this.”
“Maybe if I hadn’t forced the issue, you wouldn’t have to deal with the fallout.”
Nudging Adam off his chest, Jarrod sat up. “If you think that this is over just because you are going home, you might want to listen to what I have to say first. I’ve been thinking about more than just a few days together. You opened up something in me that I tried burying ten years ago. I can’t put it back now.”
Adam stood up and gathering his clothes, began getting dressed. “What do you propose? We can’t exactly have any type of relationship. Be realistic Jarrod. What we are doing is wrong, whether we admit it or not. Besides, you live in here and I live in Nevada and nothing is going to change that.”
Getting dressed, Jarrod thought out loud, “How many trips do you make to San Francisco a year?”
“Maybe a dozen or so, it depends on what our business is.” Adam looked at him suspiciously, “What are you getting at? I can’t very well show up here every time I come this way. We will eventually get caught.”
Jarrod grinned at him slyly, “Maybe. I was thinking more along the lines of meeting you in San Francisco. I have an office there too. It only makes sense that I offer a friend a place to stay when he is in town.”
Adam flashed him his famous dimpled grin, “Hmmmm. And your brothers fail to see the advantage of being a lawyer over being a rancher. I’m thinking I might just have to come up with some more business in San Francisco.” The two men made their way from the cave and back down to the horses.
As they mounted Jarrod asked, “You think your father will fall for it?”
“Oh I have a certain young lawyer in my pocket now. I’m sure he can throw some business my way.”
Jarrod laughed and they headed back down the hill towards the ranch, content that they had worked out at least one of the obstacles they faced.
Chapter 3
The next morning, Jarrod trudged out of bed with the sun. Not normally a morning person, the lack of sleep made the chore of getting up even more taxing. Rubbing his scratchy face he made his way to the bathroom only to find it locked as he wiggled the knob. He muttered under his breath as he turned back to his room, “Aw damn it.”
Inside, Adam called out when he heard the knob turning, “Hold on, I’ll be done in a minute.”
Jarrod stopped and knocked softly on the door, “It’s me Adam. Open up.”
Adam pulled the door open and stepped aside letting Jarrod in. Jarrod went straight to the water closet and relieved himself, sighing as he finished. With his head thrown back at the pleasure of draining his aching bladder, Jarrod had no idea what his presence was doing to the other occupant of the spacious bathroom. Adam stared with his mouth open as Jarrod stood before him, holding his limp member in his hand. Jarrod started to turn towards Adam as he tucked himself back into his pajamas and stopped when he saw Adam in nothing but his standard black pants. In the process of dressing, Adam stood behind him bare-chested with his pants unbuttoned, hanging open. Adam hadn’t bothered buttoning them, waiting instead until he donned his shirt to tuck everything in. With his hand still grasping his soft flesh, Jarrod felt it quiver with desire and he stepped up to Adam. They stood toe to toe, their heights evenly matched as they gazed at each other. Their eyes were mirrors of desire and this time it was Jarrod that initiated the kiss. It was a long languorous kiss that left them both breathless and stirred their passion even higher. Last night had opened new feelings for both of them and they wanted to explore the desire that couldn’t be satiated. Pushing Adam back into the wall, Jarrod dropped his hands to Adam’s slender hips and slipped his pants off.
Still clad in his light cotton pants, there was no mistaking Jarrod’s desire as he pressed his hardness into Adam’s own throbbing length. Adam’s arms snaked around Jarrod’s back and held him tightly to his chest as he tried to regain some control. Jarrod wasn’t making it easy as he kissed and nipped at Adam’s neck and throat. When Jarrod slipped his own pants lower and pressed his exposed flesh against Adam’s, the dark eyed rancher threw his head back and moaned in ecstasy. Nuzzling Adam’s ear with his tongue, Jarrod whispered, “Shh...Someone might hear.”
Adam nodded blissfully, his eyes closed as Jarrod continued to assault his skin with his mouth, tasting every inch of exposed skin. Their erections oozed the lubrication needed and they slid their aching lengths against each other, pushing and pressing for more. Sliding his hands lower, Adam grabbed Jarrod’s ass and pulled him closer as he thrust forward. His breathing increased with every upward thrust and Jarrod felt his own body responding to Adam’s passion. Leaning forward, Jarrod rested his forehead against the door and breathed in Adam’s ear, “Let it go.”
Reaching his hands between them, Adam gripped both of their weeping hard-ons and pleaded in a half-whisper, “Harder.” Jarrod reached down and grasping Adam’s hips, used them to leverage himself as he thrust into Adam’s hands. Adam could feel the burn begin and panted against Jarrod’s shoulder, his hips and hands working furiously to put an end to his painful pleasure. When Adam bit his shoulder to stop from moaning as his orgasm erupted, coating Jarrod’s needy flesh, Jarrod felt his balls tighten and the blinding light exploded at the base of his shaft. He hissed through gritted teeth, “Awwwwwww Goddddddddd!” He thrust sharply, spurting his essence between their sweat soaked bodies to mingle with Adam’s. They both shuddered and shivered as they finished then leaned heavily against the other as they caught their breaths.
“That was incredible,” sighed Adam.
Jarrod had his head buried in Adam’s neck, still trying to get air into his lungs, “Mmmm”
Adam smiled and pushed Jarrod off his shoulder to get him moving. “We need to get cleaned up and get out of here.” Taking the rag he’d used earlier, Adam quickly cleaned himself up then handing it to Jarrod, started dressing. Jarrod did the same and started to leave with Adam but stopped when Adam patted his cheek playfully, “I never imagined saying this, but you are scratchy.” He turned Jarrod around and pushed him towards the sink as he said firmly, “Shave!”
Jarrod flashed him a one-sided smile, picked up the towel and used it to flick Adam on his way out the door. “Go!”
The last one to breakfast, Jarrod took his normal place opposite his mother and found himself having to concentrate on not staring at Adam. His brothers inadvertently made it easier by starting in on his choice to wear ranch clothes. Heath sat on his left and lifted a curious eyebrow, his eyes betraying his mischief, “I see you’re dressed for some serious work today, Jarrod. You plannin’ on helpin’ out with the brandin’?”
Nick howled with laughter, “Oh that will be the day our lawyer here dirties his lily-white hands on some real work.”
Jarrod tensed at the remark, but hid his hatred of the caustic barb as he teased back, “I thought I’d take Adam for a tour of the ranch. We might stop by after and lend a hand if you boys don’t think you can handle it.”
Heath chided back, “Well, iffn’ you have a mind to actually work, I’ve got about mile of fence up in the south pasture that needs mendin’. Everything is just waitin’ on a man to show up.”
“I figure Jarrod here will manage to take a whole day just to ride around the ranch. Anything to get out of helping out,” sneered Nick.
“So right, brother Nick. I want to make sure Adam gets the grand tour. Wouldn’t want him going home thinking you run anything but the perfect ranch would you?”
Adam watched the interplay curiously, and smiled as Jarrod threw every remark back at his brothers with a restrained calm. He’d seemed to be the only aware of Jarrod’s false bravado regarding his working habits. He decided it was high time to put the two men in their place, “Well there are certain advantages to the working side of the ranch. When the sun goes down our day is pretty much done.” Adam motioned to Jarrod and added jokingly, “While we are sleeping, Jarrod here is up 'til all hours of the night doing paperwork and preparing for the next days work.” While Adam’s barb was delivered to make it appear he was siding with Nick and Heath, both men seemed to take a moment to reflect on the truth of his words. He winked at Jarrod when he saw the tinge of embarrassment pass over their faces and was rewarded with a small nod of thanks from not only Jarrod, but his mother as well. The conversation the rest of breakfast steered away from a personal attack on Jarrod.
As Jarrod and Adam headed out for their ride, Adam wondered out loud, “Why do you let them treat you like that?”
Shrugging, Jarrod sighed, “You have brothers. Don’t tell me that if they knew you felt strongly about their teasing they wouldn’t use it to their advantage?”
“Hmm...You have a point.” Adam hesitated before adding, “They don’t seem to respect you much.”
“I’m not a rancher, I’m a lawyer. They don’t always see that what I do for the ranch is just as important as what they do.”
“Can I ask about Heath? I don’t remember you ever mentioning him before.”
“He came to live with us about three years ago. It seems my father wasn’t as faithful to Mother as we all thought.”
Adam kept his surprise to himself. “Your mother seems to be alright with the situation, I have to say that I’m impressed.”
Jarrod shook his own head and smiled, “Would you believe she was one of the first to welcome him into the family?”
“She is a remarkable woman, your mother.”
“That she is.”
Stopping his horse, Adam turned to Jarrod and said what was on his mind, hoping he wasn’t going too far out on a limb, “You feel cast aside by him don’t you?”
Jarrod was caught off guard by Adam’s insight, “I don’t know if cast aside is how I would put it.”
“Then how would you put it?”
Gesturing forward, Jarrod began moving again as he answered Adam, “I don’t really know. I think of Heath as my brother, just like I do Nick. It’s just....well...sometimes I’m not privy to their little world. Nick has Heath now, he doesn’t need me to confide in. I think Heath sees me more of his mentor and father figure than as a brother. I suppose I’ve gotten so used to it, I don’t actually think about it. They live their lives and I live mine.”
As Adam rode beside him, he reached across and rested his hand on Jarrod’s leg, “If I remember right, it was very hard to get past that outer shell of yours. You were never one to share unless I asked you right out.”
Jarrod smiled at him and teased, “That’s calling the kettle black and you still don’t have a problem asking me whatever is on your mind.”
Adam gave him his famous dimpled grin, “And I recall a certain young man who had no problem interrogating me either, so we’ll leave it at that.”
“Maybe we took the responsibilities of being the oldest too seriously.”
Contemplating Jarrod’s words, Adam finally spoke up, “I’ve had times where I wish I could put aside those responsibilities and live my life for myself instead of them.”
“Truer words were never spoken,” huffed Jarrod.
Adam slapped Jarrod on the back, “How ‘bout we live today for ourselves and the hell with the rest of them.”
“Hmmm...Sounds like a plan. What do you have in mind?”
Sweeping his hand around the open pasture, Adam asked with a tinge of frustration, “I don’t suppose you know of any place that is a little more secluded do you?”
“I have a place or two no one knows about.” Jarrod slapped Jingo with his reins, and kicked the horse in the side as they headed out. Adam did the same and both men were soon racing across the pasture up into the hills.
Chapter 4
Tying the horses, Adam followed Jarrod up a steep incline and into a rather tight opening in the rock face. It was pitch dark inside, but Jarrod seemed to know his way around and he soon had a stashed lantern lit. The room wasn’t huge, but it was clearly a place that Jarrod had taken the time to supply. The corner had a palette of blankets, another lantern and a small shelf of books. It was evidently a place Jarrod used often enough to take care of it. Adam walked to the palette and stood waiting for Jarrod to join him. After an awkward moment of indecision, Adam removed his hat and gun belt and Jarrod followed suit. As Jarrod removed his boots, Adam moved behind him and slipped the vest off his shoulders then reaching around Jarrod’s chest, began unbuttoning his shirt. Jarrod tried to turn and remove Adam’s clothes, but Adam leaned over and breathed in his ear, “Let me undress you.” His hands worked steadily at the buttons of Jarrod’s shirt and every time Adam’s fingers brushed his skin, Jarrod gasped for air. Jarrod’s arousal was straining in his pants by the time Adam finished the last button, and was leaning heavily into Adam’s chest. Adam took his time, slipping Jarrod’s shirt off his shoulders and pressing himself into his back as his hands caressed Jarrod’s bare arms and chest. He moved his fingers to Jarrod’s nipples and encircled the tight nubs in ever smaller circles until Jarrod was arching into his touch, desperate for more contact.
Adam whispered in Jarrod’s ear as he nibbled on the sensitive skin of his earlobe, “Patience.”
“Please,” sighed Jarrod, slumping further into Adam’s chest.
When Adam teased his taut peaks, Jarrod shivered and only Adam’s support kept him up. “Stay with me.”
Jarrod’s breathing was fast and Adam felt his own flesh rising at his response. Each time Adam squeezed Jarrod’s nipples, Jarrod would shudder and moan, making them both harder. Jarrod’s smooth skin glistened with a fine layer of perspiration and Adam’s tongue darted out to taste the saltiness that gathered on his shoulder. A shiver hit Jarrod and he arched into Adam as it traveled down his spine. Giving him no time to recover, Adam dropped his hand to his groin and began rubbing the Jarrod’s hardness. Adam quickly grabbed him around the waist, holding him steady when his knees threatened to buckle. Breathing raggedly and senses spiraling out of control, Jarrod tried to regain his composure. Sensing Jarrod’s need for a moment of reprieve, Adam stopped his caresses and simply held him tight, dropping soft kisses on his shoulder and neck.
When Jarrod’s breathing returned to a normal rhythm, Adam’s hand fumbled with the buckle of Jarrod’s belt and looking over his shoulder, could see his bulging erection straining against the tight material of Jarrod’s pants. The sight sent blood to his own aching flesh and Adam pressed his cloth-covered length into Jarrod’s backside. Jarrod’s eyes closed as Adam’s hand worked its way back to his pants and began releasing the buttons that confined his needy length. He tried to help, but each time, Adam batted his hand away until Jarrod resigned himself to waiting. When the last button came free, his pants slipped off his hips and slid to the floor. Jarrod groaned out loud and had to resist the urge to grab himself and finish off what Adam started. His erection was rock hard and jutting outward, and Adam let his hands linger on Jarrod’s thighs, marveling at the site below him. The beauty of a man’s arousal had never crossed his mind and he couldn’t get over how powerful it appeared when filled with such obvious need. He could feel the tiny tremors pass through Jarrod with each twitch of the distended flesh and Adam’s fingers caressed ever closer to the magnificent thickness that beckoned him. As he touched the hard softness, Jarrod’s breath hitched and he pushed himself into Adam’s touch only to be denied time and time again when he pulled away. Adam turned his head and licked at Jarrod’s ear, “Relax.”
Jarrod could barely breathe and he stuttered a reply, “Can’t...wait...much...longer.”
“Shhh...I’ll get you there...I promise.” Adam moved around to stand in front of Jarrod and slid his hands to Jarrod’s hips as he dropped his mouth onto his chest, licking and kissing his way to the tender morsels there. Jarrod frantically grabbed for Adam’s shoulders as he felt himself sway under the torturous ministrations. His fingers clenched the hard muscles beneath Adam’s shirt as he worked his way lower and lower. Adam sucked and tasted the salty skin and enjoyed the ripple of muscle as he teased Jarrod. Jarrod watched with ever growing need and fascination and when Adam dropped to his knees in front of him, his eyes widened with surprise and anticipation. His dark blue eyes reflected the desire of the brown ones staring up at him.
Adam dropped his head and was drawn to the drop of glistening fluid that leaked from the tip of Jarrod’s erection. He was unaware that his every move was being watched with bated breath. His tongue slowly came forward and he drew the drop into his mouth testing its taste. It was salty but not unpleasant and he licked it again. Jarrod hadn’t realized he was holding his breath until Adam’s lips kissed the tip of his engorged heat and he inhaled sharply. His head thrown back at the incredible warmth that engulfed him, he couldn’t stop the groan that escaped him, “Oh god, Adam! Don’t.”
Adam needed this and he pleaded huskily, “I want to taste you.”
It took all of Jarrod’s willpower not to explode right then and there, and he took several deep breaths to try and ease the overwhelming need that threatened to overpower him. Adam continued the assault on his throbbing shaft and worked his tongue from the tip all they way down his length, following the thick vein that pulsed with blood. His mouth sucked and licked its way back to his tip and when Jarrod felt himself being drawn into the moistness of Adam’s mouth, he knew it would soon be over. He no longer had any control other than the need for release and he was at Adam’s mercy. Adam slid his mouth lower and lower until he could take no more, and then he slowly pulled away before covering Jarrod’s hard length again and again. Jarrod couldn’t help but thrust and Adam choked on the thickness that already filled his mouth. Pulling away immediately, Jarrod apologized between gasps, “I’m...sorry....I can’t...stop...it.”
Grabbing the base of Jarrod’s shaft to prevent him from repeating the same thing, Adam took him in his mouth and Jarrod found he could thrust without gagging him. Both men were learning as they went and Adam found if he did to Jarrod what he liked himself he got the reaction he was looking for. As Jarrod reacted, Adam worked harder to please him and Jarrod was soon panting for release, “Awwww....awwww...awwwww.” Adam’s other hand reached up and began fondling Jarrod’s sac and it signaled the end for him. His thrusts became erratic and Adam felt the balls in his hand draw up sharply as the hardness in his mouth grew even larger. Jarrod suddenly cried out with his release, “OH Goddddddddddddd!”
Adam had no choice but to swallow as Jarrod shot his seed into the back of his throat. Jarrod trembled convulsively and Adam reached his arm around Jarrod’s thighs to hold him up. His orgasm seemed to go on forever, and Adam sucked every drop of the precious fluid until Jarrod went limp in his mouth. Jarrod could no longer hold himself up and dropped onto his knees letting Adam pull him forward to rest his head on his shoulder. He shuddered in the aftermath of his gut wrenching orgasm and tried to calm his breathing. “I can’t...breathe.”
Clasping Jarrod’s neck, Adam held on to him tightly as his own body fought for control, “Shhh...just relax.” A few minutes passed and Jarrod realized that Adam was trembling. He pulled away and saw his face was clenched tightly and his dark depths were wild with need. Pushing him back onto the palette of blankets, Jarrod hurriedly removed Adam’s clothes. He wanted to explore Adam just as he had done, but Adam was too far gone to allow for anything other than the need for completion. Jarrod didn’t hesitate for a moment, and dropping his head to Adam’s groin, slid as much of his long length into his mouth as he could. Adam arched up sharply and Jarrod tried to gasp for air as he felt him hit the back of his throat. He dropped a hand on Adam’s stomach to control his thrust and worked his mouth up and down Adam’s heated shaft. Adam thrashed his head back and forth, his hips bucking wildly despite Jarrod’s efforts to hold him down. Jarrod watched with fascination as Adam’s stomach muscles began to quiver and he felt him swell in his mouth. A groan of pure pleasure escaped from Adam as he pumped stream after stream into Jarrod’s mouth. “OH Jarrodddddddddd. Suck meeeeeeeee!”
Jarrod sucked until Adam could take no more and collapsed on the mat totally spent. Releasing the softness from his mouth, Jarrod rested his head on Adam’s stomach listening to him sigh in satisfaction. Adam’s hand dropped to Jarrod’s head and he stroked his now damp hair. “I love you.” Jarrod looked at him in surprise and his own eyes mirrored Adam’s feelings. Adam cupped his cheek and uttered sadly, “How do I live with that? How can I live without you now?”
Moving up to lie beside him, Jarrod leaned into Adam’s side and let him hold him. “We’ll have to come up with something...because you’ve just ruined me for anyone else,” teased Jarrod. It was said to lighten the situation, but was true nonetheless. They lay for a long time in silence, both men contemplating what lie ahead, wondering if they could go on without the other now.
Jarrod finally sat up and looked back at Adam. “We best get going or there’s no telling what I might do.”
Adam grabbed his arm, throwing Jarrod off balance and on top of his chest. “Hmmm. I like that idea.” Jarrod tried to resist, but Adam’s tongue played a dance of passion in his mouth and he felt his loins stirring once more. Adam’s hands roamed his back and buttocks, anxiously seeking out every bit of sensation he could derive from Jarrod. It wasn’t long before they were both pressing against each other needing more contact for their throbbing erections. Jarrod suddenly rolled off and asked in a husky voice, “Roll on your side.”
Frowning, Adam only relented when Jarrod pleaded, “Please...trust me.” Spooning behind Adam, Jarrod grabbed his own length in his hand and guided it between Adam’s cheeks and thighs. Adam startled and tried to pull away, fearful of Jarrod’s intentions. He knew that eventually they might try for penetration, but he was not ready for it just yet. It was all too new and he wasn’t all too sure how to go about it anyway. Grasping his shoulder, Jarrod gently pulled him back into his chest, “Just relax. I’m not going to do anything else.” Jarrod had the same reservations as Adam, and declined for the same reasons. He wanted Adam and the thought of being buried deep inside him was a powerful need, but like Adam, he lacked the experience and was terrified of having to return the favor.
Adam slipped back into Jarrod’s embrace and tried to relax. Jarrod’s hand dropped to his now softening flesh and Adam closed his eyes as he was stroked back to fullness. With infinite slowness Jarrod brought him to the edge and then backed off, maintaining a slow rocking motion between Adam’s legs. He continued to tease Adam, until he had him begging for more, “Faster!”
The faster Jarrod stroked Adam the faster his thrusts became and Adam was quickly losing control, “I can feel...your balls...hitting my...legs...God, Jarrod! Harder!!!” With each forward thrust, Adam could feel Jarrod’s length hitting his own sac and it sent fire into his pulsing shaft. Their sweat soaked bodies slid against each other and Adam reached out for Jarrod’s backside aching for more as he tried to pull him closer. Jarrod suddenly let go of Adam’s hardness and grabbed his hip for better leverage. Adam grasped his own aching need and pumped into his hand as Jarrod pounded against him with harder and faster thrusts.
The sensations were overpowering for Jarrod and he cried out to Adam, “Hurry....won’t last!”
Adam pumped himself harder and faster to match Jarrod’s motions when he felt the telltale burn at the base of his shaft. As his sac tightened and pulled up sharply, Jarrod’s arousal slammed into him over and over until he fell off the edge and plummeted into a mind shattering orgasm. His tightening muscles gripped Jarrod and they both erupted in a simultaneous explosion of pure ecstasy. Jarrod’s fingers gripped Adam’s hip tightly and with each convulsive thrust he spurted his seed between Adam’s legs. Adam was covered in his own stickiness as he shuddered in Jarrod’s embrace. Only when they had no more to give did they collapse in exhaustion. Jarrod tried to speak, but was caught in an aftershock and his hips bucked into Adam, causing him to moan at the overpowering sensation. Slipping his now soft flesh from between Adam’s legs, Jarrod muttered weakly, “Sorry.”
As Jarrod tried to pull away, Adam grabbed his backside and held him in place. Jarrod settled closer, holding Adam to his chest and burying his head in the crook of his neck asked softly, “How can something so wrong, feel so damn good?”
Rolling towards Jarrod, Adam lifted up on his elbows as Jarrod moved to lie on his back. Adam looked down at him and asked warily, “Do you feel like it’s wrong?”
Jarrod put his hands behind his head and sighed, “I know it’s wrong to feel about you like I do, but I’m too far in to go back now. I shudder to think what others might call it.” Turning his body around, Adam used Jarrod’s stomach as a pillow. Jarrod smiled at Adam’s relaxed mood and played with his dark curls. “You don’t seem all that concerned.”
“No...I don’t suppose I am. I’ve wanted this for so long it almost doesn’t seem real. Tomorrow I’ll be leaving...then I’ll have to live with what I’ve done.”
“What you’ve done? I was here too. I think we both made a conscious decision to do this.”
“Maybe if I hadn’t forced the issue, you wouldn’t have to deal with the fallout.”
Nudging Adam off his chest, Jarrod sat up. “If you think that this is over just because you are going home, you might want to listen to what I have to say first. I’ve been thinking about more than just a few days together. You opened up something in me that I tried burying ten years ago. I can’t put it back now.”
Adam stood up and gathering his clothes, began getting dressed. “What do you propose? We can’t exactly have any type of relationship. Be realistic Jarrod. What we are doing is wrong, whether we admit it or not. Besides, you live in here and I live in Nevada and nothing is going to change that.”
Getting dressed, Jarrod thought out loud, “How many trips do you make to San Francisco a year?”
“Maybe a dozen or so, it depends on what our business is.” Adam looked at him suspiciously, “What are you getting at? I can’t very well show up here every time I come this way. We will eventually get caught.”
Jarrod grinned at him slyly, “Maybe. I was thinking more along the lines of meeting you in San Francisco. I have an office there too. It only makes sense that I offer a friend a place to stay when he is in town.”
Adam flashed him his famous dimpled grin, “Hmmmm. And your brothers fail to see the advantage of being a lawyer over being a rancher. I’m thinking I might just have to come up with some more business in San Francisco.” The two men made their way from the cave and back down to the horses.
As they mounted Jarrod asked, “You think your father will fall for it?”
“Oh I have a certain young lawyer in my pocket now. I’m sure he can throw some business my way.”
Jarrod laughed and they headed back down the hill towards the ranch, content that they had worked out at least one of the obstacles they faced.