Wilde Love (Forever Wilde 6)

I knew he felt responsible for making sure my dad didn’t overwork himself, but still going at it after eleven at night? That was too much.

I didn’t bother putting my clothes back on, thinking it would be fine to wander out there in my boxers and undershirt to say my piece to my best friend before returning to bed. But I sure as hell never expected he wouldn’t be alone.

After George had passed, we’d turned their ranch house into a quasi-bunkhouse for all the hands for both the farm and ranch. It served several purposes. Mainly, it gave the hands a much nicer place to live. They had their own full kitchen and a place to relax and watch television after hours. But it also got all the men out of the bunk rooms in the barn by the main farmhouse, which gave my family back some privacy.

Which is why I was shocked to find one of the hands in the barn with Major that late at night.

But after a split second, it became clear they weren’t still hard at work. At least Major wasn’t. Young Russ sure was.

He knelt at Major’s feet in the dusty hay while my best friend stood wide-legged and shirtless against the rough wooden wall of a horse stall. His jeans were open and pushed partway down his thighs while his arms stretched high above him to a wooden peg sticking out of the wall.

Major’s eyes were closed in pleasure, and a deep rumble of satisfaction came from his throat. The kid working on his knees made obscene slurping noises as he bobbed his head up and down in front of Major’s body.

I stood there transfixed. I’d never in my life seen a man perform a sex act on another man. The one time in the army I’d stumbled across two men going at it, they’d been fully clothed and simply groping and kissing. This was different. This was half-naked and debauched.

And I could not look away.

Within seconds, my dick was hard and tenting my boxers. I squeezed it and sucked in a breath. What the fuck was wrong with me? I wasn’t homosexual. Other than being… well, curious I guess you could say, I’d never imagined being with a man like that.

A devilish whisper in the back of my mind brought back memories of the times I’d lain in bed at the base in Long Binh and thought about Major having sex with other men after I’d found out about his sexual preference. I’d imagined how he’d most likely be the dominant one and pin a smaller man down beneath him. I’d pictured Major’s muscular body stretched long and strong across the back of another man thrusting inside of him, but that had been more like… like me just trying to understand him.

Right?

“Take it all,” Major grunted in his deep voice. One of his large hands came down and grabbed a handful of the kid’s curly red hair. “That’s it. Like that.”

Oh god.

My dick was wet, and my throat was thick. Why was this turning me on?

Russ’s hand came up and splayed across Major’s stomach, drawing my attention to the dark hair there and the defined muscles he carried from working such a physical job. His shoulders were wide and defined, even more so than they’d been in the army. I’d noticed many times the way his muscular shoulders stretched his shirts when he hauled hay bales or roped a calf.

Did I notice the physicality of any of my other male friends the way I noticed his? I’d always known he was a very attractive man, but from the very beginning of our acquaintance, I’d been with Betsy. I’d never needed to think of anyone—male or female—as a potential sexual partner. But now that I no longer had someone, was I just that bad off that any sex act made me this riled up?

Or was it something more? Something I’d never really had time to think much about since I’d been with Betsy since high school?

A choking sound snapped me back into the moment. Russ groaned but kept sucking Major’s dick. I wished he’d had to catch his breath or something—pull back just long enough for me to see what he’d been working on. I’d seen Major’s dick plenty over the years, but never… never really looked at it, of course.

But god did I want to see it right now.

“Look at me,” he growled. My eyes snapped up to his, expecting to see him staring down at Russ, but he was staring right at me instead.

I froze like a startled doe caught by a hunter.

My heart hammered in my chest and roared in my ears.

“Like that,” he commanded, eyes drilling into me from across the dimly lit space. “Just like that.”

I couldn’t breathe.

“Touch yourself.”

Oh god, no. This can’t be happening.