Tough Guy
by Bryl R. Tyne
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-008-5 (Electronic)
AVAILABLE OCTOBER 31, 2010! Paul Kennedy is set on entering and winning this year's Buffalo Bill Cody's Wild West Days' Tough Guy competition. So why is everyone from Paul's ex to the Cody, Wyoming, postmaster hell-bent on discouraging him from competing? Each of his friends has his reasons. And among those, one is clear—Tony Austin, the Tough Guy champ for three years running, is sure to kick Paul's ass.
But Paul's not worried. He's book smart and determined...he'll win, as sure as there's cowboy in his blood.
Tony Austin, however, has other designs on Paul Kennedy. Designs planned to keep Paul beneath him if only Tony can figure out how to make his desires known. But "Guy Grunt" gets a man only so far, and Tony must rely on the only other language he has a chance of stumbling through...the language of love.
Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Western (Modern Day) / BDSM (Light) / Exhibitionism / Public Places
Heat Level: 3
Length: Novella (18k words)
Excerpt:
...“Sonofabitch.”
I felt him digging around in the pants pooled at my boots.
“What in all hell?” I tried stepping away.
“Don’t panic.” He grabbed one of my thighs, held me in place. “I…” He must’ve been trying every one of my pockets.
Damn, he’s got big hands. “You what?”
He paused in his search, and it felt like he rested his head on the hand at the top of my thigh.
“What?” I repeated the question.
“I forgot a goddamned rubber, okay!” He shoved off me in a hurry.
“In my wallet,” I told him, but apparently, he’d located it already. He quieted down, quit stomping around, and I could hear him breathing.
“Yeah. Figured as much,” he said.
By now he’d found a condom, but I couldn’t tell if he was still behind me. I heard nothing except a lone cricket somewhere to my left. “Yo. Cowboy,” I whispered and heard a faint click and the thunk of my wallet as it landed between my boots atop my scrunched-down jeans. Finally, the rip—the sound I’d anticipated for a while now—the stretch, the snap. He rolled on the condom.
“Twenty-five, huh?”
He’d checked out my driver’s license? Is nothing sacred anymore? “You got a damned flashlight back there, or what?”
“What’s it to you if I do?” he asked, then took hold of my ass in both hands and spread my cheeks. “A man likes to know what he’s getting into.”
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