The Man Who Loved Cole Flores (Dig Two Graves 1)

But despite his beauty and the grace with which he moved, Cole remained still, swallowing as he watched Ned from above. Goosebumps erupted on his skin when breeze chilled their damp skin, but he ignored it and dropped to his knees right in front of Ned. “I’ve liked you since I first saw you in that dirty saloon.”

From up close, Ned saw him shiver, but he wasn’t capable of feeling cold himself when Cole was moving between his legs and swiping the back of his hand down Ned’s body in admiration. As if Ned could in any way compete with the beauty of the man in front of him.

“Me?” he rasped, too confused and too overwhelmed by how fast his cock was stiffening when for years since puberty he never seemed able to find as much excitement in jerking off as other men claimed to.

They shouldn’t be touching each other this way, but he couldn’t help himself. Cole’s hard stomach felt so good under his fingers, so enticing Ned didn’t know where to look anymore—at the handsome face with shining eyes, at the chest on offer, or at the cock that was making him salivate when it twitched so close to his own flesh?

Cole nodded, moving on top of Ned at a slow pace. Ned stopped breathing when Cole’s prick touched his stomach, but with the tempting body atop his own, thinking became a thing of the past. Their skin was still cool from the swim, but as they rocked together, once more joining their lips, cold droplets evaporated in the heat of lust and need.

Ned’s fingers worked on their own accord when he let them explore Cole’s muscular back. There had been times when he’d attempted to imagine himself with a woman, touching her soft curves and kissing lips sweet like ripened fruit, but his thoughts had always trailed off to the cock in his hand and how good each stroke felt. But when he was with Cole, his attention became razor-sharp. Only the heavy man on top of him existed, even though they’d eventually have to face what this meant.

“Oh, Neddie. You’re built like an ox, and you have such pretty green eyes. I’ve imagined this so many times,” Cole whispered, rubbing his face against Ned’s until his stubble scratched Ned’s neck, triggering a series of uncontrollable shudders.

Ned had been told those things before by saloon girls, but it had always sounded like groundless flattery and made him nervous. For the first time in his life, he wanted to hear more, greedy for compliments from Cole’s lips.

“Even with this cut-up face?” he whispered, daring to slide his hands down Cole’s sides, to that firm ass he’d thought so much about throughout their ride.

Cole made a firm thrust against Ned’s stomach. His cheeks darkened. His lips got fuller, and when he opened his eyes, the black spears of his gaze pinned Ned in place.

“You are so handsome to me,” Cole rasped, pulling away.

Ned grabbed his arm, desperate to keep him close, to rub his hard dick against Cole’s trim body, but he shut his mouth when Cole’s hands focused on his groin—one cradling his balls, the other squeezing Ned’s cock at the base.

No matter what his brain said, he couldn’t deny himself anymore. He let out a moan and spread his thighs, overwhelmed with unexpected pleasure. He laid in soft moss in the last rays of sunshine, and didn’t care that on the other side of the mountains clouds had been gathering for a while. Only the now counted.

“And you’re… you’re like a storm. You ripped into my life, and I can’t make myself regret it. No one’s ever—I don’t know how to describe it.”

A smile. So honest, and meant just for him.

“Me neither. This was what I needed all along,” Cole said, and before Ned could have considered what that meant, Cole folded in two and pressed his mouth to the dark red head of Ned’s cock, gasping as if he’d never touched anything hotter.

Ned was about burst at the sight of Cole greedily sucking him into a hot, wet mouth. He should have stopped him from doing such a dirty thing, but while this act was so wrong, it made Ned feel as if he were raising off the ground and floating in the air toward the sun-struck clouds. A part of Ned was so embarrassed he hid his face in his hands, but he bucked his hips instead of stopping Cole when euphoria liquefied his veins as if he’d just had his first hit of opium and was too weak to reject an offer of more. His thighs trembled and he raised his knees, wiggling his toes in ecstasy he didn’t know existed.

His aunt would have called it the devil’s doing. She only allowed her family cake on Sunday, warning them too much sweetness was a sin, but now that Ned had learned the addictive quality of Cole’s lips, how could he ever settle on anything else?