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  Rescue for Hire 8

  Boone's Cowboy

  Welcome back to Rescue for Hire, where heroes go after who they want and keep them.

  Boone Ryder and Flynn Wakefield meet at a gay nightclub and hook up, only to reluctantly part ways the next morning. When Boone is hired by Rescue for Hire, he is totally pumped to see Flynn working on a remodeling project for the company’s owner.

  One laid-back older cowboy, with the jealous hired hand, meets a younger electronics and bomb specialist, who is an adrenaline junkie. Age knows no boundaries with the red hot attraction between these two. Do we have a happily ever after? Not until we deal with one of our favorite team members getting devastating health news. Then there’s the mall shooting, horrible flooding, bombs about to go off, and Flynn being attacked by a bull. Two men discover a whole new world when Boone meets his cowboy.

  Genre: Alternative (M/M, Gay), Contemporary, Western/Cowboys

  Length: 29,190 words

  BOONE'S COWBOY

  Rescue for Hire 8

  Bellann Summer

  EVERLASTING CLASSIC

  MANLOVE

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  BOONE'S COWBOY

  Copyright © 2015 by Bellann Summer

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  DEDICATION

  I want to thank the authorities for not showing up at my door and questioning me about my Internet searches on bombs.

  BOONE'S COWBOY

  Rescue for Hire 8

  BELLANN SUMMER

  Copyright © 2015

  Chapter One

  Damn. Dark-brown hair, tan skin, and wild dance moves that had his prick wanting in on some of that action. Damn.

  Flynn Wakefield leaned back and hooked his arm over the back of the chair. From his small table, he watched the man spread his legs and sway his perfect ass back and forth. The paper-thin, tight jeans left nothing to the imagination. Damn.

  The music changed, and couples crowded onto the dance floor. Flynn took a drink of beer before he let the bottle hang between two fingers. His gaze never left the lean muscles exposed by the sweat-dampened, tight, white muscle shirt. Even in the dim lighting of the bar, the pretty baby’s skin shone as he left the dance floor.

  A cocky, rolling gait brought the man to Flynn’s table, and Flynn enjoyed every second of it.

  “Buy me a beer, cowboy?” Mischief danced in dark, velvety brown eyes topped by dark slashes of thick eyebrows.

  Flynn used his thumb to push back his straw cowboy hat. “Park that fine ass in the chair, and I’ll see what I can do,” he ordered.

  The man turned the chair next to Flynn around and straddled it before folding his arms along the back. Flynn noticed a tattoo of an anchor decorated the top of the man’s left forearm. Flynn flagged down a waitress and ordered two beers. He waited for her to set the beers down and leave before he addressed the intriguing man sitting next to him.

  “So what’s your name?” he asked.

  A hungry brown gaze started at the top of Flynn’s head and swept down, taking in his face, neck, chest, and arms. Flynn knew what the fascinating man saw. He was okay-looking with green eyes and short light-brown hair. Flynn kept his beard and mustache trimmed close to his face, and very seldom did he leave his house without his tan straw cowboy hat.

  This evening he wore a dark-green V-necked T-shirt that molded heavy muscles he’d gained from hard work. Flynn, too, had a tat, one in the shape of a horseshoe on his upper arm. A string of barbed wire graced the bicep of the other arm.

  “Boone, Boone Ryder,” the man answered. “And what’s yours, cowboy?”

  “Flynn Wakefield,” Flynn answered.

  “I haven’t seen you in here before. Is this your first time?” Boone asked, eyes sparkling.

  Flynn chuckled. The cocky shit was asking about more than Flynn being in a gay bar. And Flynn loved every minute of it.

  “I usually stop in during my stay here when I’m attending the auctions at the auction house in town. That’s about twice a year,” Flynn answered.

  “Oh, what are you bidding on, furniture or old paintings?”

  There was a teasing quality in Boone’s tone, and Flynn was tempted to say, yes, it was paintings he was bidding on. But the way he figured it, he had nothing to hide.

  “No paintings. I’m bidding on beef cattle,” he answered.

  Boone leaned forward a little and smiled, almost knocking Flynn’s socks off with the punch it packed. Flynn hoped this turned out to be a one-night stand, but part of him longed for something more.

  Mentally he shook himself. No way would such an exotic man like the one before him want an old farmer like him.

  “So you’re a real cowboy? Do you have cows and ride horses with barns and hay and stuff?” Boo
ne’s face was alive with genuine curiosity.

  Flynn frowned. “How old are you?”

  “I’m twenty-seven. Why?” Now Boone was frowning.

  Damn. There went Flynn’s hopes of a night of fun right out the window. Tangling with someone that young never led to anything but trouble. With a sigh, he took a drink of his beer.

  “Hey, you just shut down,” Boone complained. “What’s going on?”

  “I’m forty,” Flynn stated.

  “So?” Boone challenged.

  “Honey, you are one pretty man, and I’d love to take you back to my motel room and let you ride my cock all night. But face it. You’re much too young for me.” Flynn felt disappointed right down to his soul. He liked the man’s spunk, and Flynn’s body craved feeling the younger’s man’s flesh against his.

  “Bull. Let’s get a few things straight, cowboy.” Boone’s eyes flashed with fire, and Flynn’s cock filled so fast it was painful. “Number one. I’ve just spent the last eight years of my life defending this country against shit that most people can’t imagine. Number two. Age doesn’t make a man, so get over that notion. And number three. I like my men older. Frankly, after the initial fun, men my age don’t have any idea what to do with me.”

  Flynn changed his mind, even if he still had some reservations. Boone was feisty, cocky, and fascinated him. Right there, Flynn decided to take whatever time the man would give him.

  “My motel room is two blocks away,” Flynn threw out and waited to see what Boone would do.

  Boone stood up. “Great, I’ll follow you.”

  Flynn had no arguments and led the way out of the bar.

  * * * *

  Boone parked his SuperLow 1200T Harley motorcycle next to Flynn’s huge 4x4 truck. His body vibrated with anticipation at being with the sexy cowboy. He desperately needed to blow off some steam before he did something everyone around him would regret.

  Staying with his sister for the last few months after getting out of the Navy hadn’t been a good idea. Working at his brother-in-law’s company getting their computer system upgraded had been an even worse idea.

  Boone knew he wasn’t the most grounded person on a good day, but something was going to give soon. He just hoped his sister didn’t get hurt in the process.

  The big cowboy unlocked the motel door as Boone walked up. Boone took in the stud before him. Wide shoulders narrowed down to a flat stomach and a bubble butt Boone wanted to lick. He estimated the cowboy’s height at six three, a good five inches taller than his own five ten.

  Flynn smiled over his shoulder at Boone as he opened the door, and Boone’s heart skipped a beat. He followed, quickly pulling his shirt over his head and, at the same time, kicking the door shut with the heel of his shoe.

  Flynn sat on the bed and removed his cowboy boots before taking off his shirt. Boone froze and watched his dreams come true when Flynn revealed a furry, muscled chest. Light-tan nipples played hide and seek between the light-brown curls. Boone’s biggest weakness was hairy men known as bears.

  Pre-cum dampened his boxer briefs when Flynn removed his jeans. Thick thighs lightly covered in hair drew his eyes to a hard cock straining the material of Flynn’s briefs and peeking out the top of the waistband. Seconds later, the briefs were lying on the floor, and Boone couldn’t take his eyes off of that pale, scrumptious bubble butt.

  The cowboy climbed on the bed and sat back against the padded headboard hanging on the wall. “Take off those clothes, pretty baby, and come on up here.”

  Boone couldn’t believe his luck. One of the handsomest, most intriguing men he had ever met, wearing nothing but a cowboy hat, wanted to get down and dirty with him. Boone tore at his clothes and let them drop to the floor. On his knees, he crawled across the bed to Flynn.

  “That’s new. I’ve never been with someone with no hair there before,” Flynn commented, looking down at Boone’s groin.

  Explaining his bare skin, Boone said, “I live an active lifestyle. There’s nothing worse than hair pulling or chafing when I’m in the middle of some great adventure.” He’d shave if he had to, but for him, waxing was the way to go. Hair didn’t stand a chance staying on his body. “Besides, I love the feel of a hairy man against my skin.”

  “Oh yeah?” Flynn raised one eyebrow.

  “Oh yeah,” Boone said in a low, smooth voice.

  Leaning forward, he laid both hands flat against Flynn’s hard abs before running them up through the thick hair on his chest. At the same time, he let his body lower down against Flynn’s. By the time his hands encircled Flynn’s neck and were buried in Flynn’s hair, Boone had their bodies pressed tightly together.

  A large hand cupped the back of Boone’s head and pulled him down. Firm lips captured his. Boone liked to kiss and hated it when a man refused to. Flynn Wakefield knew how to kiss, and Boone’s toes curled as he fell under its spell

  Lips caressed and claimed. Boone needed a full taste and brushed his tongue over Flynn’s lips. When Flynn’s tongue touched his, Boone joined in on a dance of flesh against flesh.

  Hands explored Boone’s back, tracing down his spine to his ass cheeks. They were caressed, squeezed, and blunt nails scraped over them. Boone broke the kiss and raised his head, looking down at Flynn in surprise. His balls had never pulled up that fast by one long touch of a hand before.

  Flynn reached under the pillow next to his head and pulled out a square foil package. He held it between two fingers in front of Boone’s face.

  “Put it on me,” Flynn ordered.

  Boone grabbed the foil and scooted down. The coarse hair on Flynn’s thighs felt delicious against Boone’s bare balls. Now it was Boone’s turn to explore with his hands.

  He wrapped his fingers around Flynn’s thick, cut cock. Giving it a firm stroke upward, he made sure to run his thumb over the thick vein on the underside. His reward was Flynn sucking in a short breath and tightening his abs.

  Boone started a rhythm of stroking Flynn’s fine cock with one hand, making sure to add a twist to the spongy, thick head. With his other hand, he cupped Flynn’s sac and used one finger to tickle the flat skin between his balls and hole.

  Flynn’s hips bucked up and pre-cum oozed out of the tiny slit in the center of his cockhead. The thighs under Boone’s ass moved restlessly.

  He used his teeth to tear the foil open and quickly slid the thin latex over Flynn’s straining dick. Flynn held an open tube of slick before him and squeezed a little onto his fingers. Boone enjoyed every second of thoroughly greasing up Flynn’s cock. He even rubbed some over the man’s balls for good measure.

  Flynn held the tube of slick up again. Boone looked at it before looking up at Flynn, not sure what he wanted.

  “Come up here and kiss me while you get yourself ready,” Flynn ordered.

  Desire surged through Boone’s body. His fingers trembled when he held them out for Flynn to put a dollop of slick on them. Boone braced himself on one arm and leaned down to kiss Flynn. Spreading his legs wider, Boone raised his hips and found his hole with his fingers.

  Hands cupped his head, and Flynn kissed him hard as Boone sank one finger into his ass. He knew it would be a rough ride if he didn’t take the time to prepare his hole, but oh did Boone want to feel that big cock stretching him wide as quickly as possible.

  By the time he had three fingers moving easily, sweat had coated his body, and he was practically whimpering. One of Flynn’s hands left Boone’s head. The remaining hand shifted, and fingers buried themselves in his hair.

  Boone almost came when a large finger pushed inside his hole beside his own fingers. The stretch was incredible.

  Flynn pulled his lips away and let go of Boone’s hair before he whispered, “Ride me.”

  At that point, Boone didn’t need to be asked twice. Dragging his fingers out of his hole, he sat up. As he shifted over Flynn’s cock, for a minute he thought Flynn wanted to fuck him with his finger still in his body. Something about that had a steady stream of pre-cum
running down the side of his prick.

  Flynn’s finger moved around inside his hole, fucking it a few times before Flynn removed it. Flynn grabbed the base of his cock, holding it up so Boone could maneuver it against his hole. Boone wanted to shout with joy when that fat dick finally breached the muscles guarding his hole and slid inside.

  Boone stopped moving, giving himself a minute to adjust to Flynn’s invasion. Looking up, Boone met Flynn’s blazing green gaze. Slowly, he lowered his body onto Flynn’s dick until his balls pressed against Flynn’s belly.

  Now it was time to ride his cowboy. Boone lifted up until only the head of Flynn’s cock remained inside. With one swift move, he powered down, letting the thick appendage split him wide. The burn was so good Boone shouted in pleasure.

  With the next stroke, Flynn shifted and nailed Boone’s prostate.

  “Shit, damn, fuck,” Boone yelled.

  Boone couldn’t stop. He rocked his hips back and forth before circling them around. Lifting up, he made sure to squeeze his muscles tight, holding on to every inch of Flynn’s cock as it withdrew.

  The world shifted as Flynn flipped him onto his back and hooked his legs over Flynn’s shoulders. Now his cowboy was riding him. Deep, long strokes powered into Boone.

  Boone screamed, and spunk coated his stomach. Above him, Flynn shouted, his deep voice echoing in the room. Shivers raced through Boone’s body when warm cum filled the condom in his ass.

  The big cowboy collapsed down next to Boone, both of them working on catching their breaths.