McLeod, Anitra Lynn - Dirty Cowboy (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove) by McLeod-Anitra-Lynn Read Free Book Online

we’ve found. What makes you think after all that I want to go back to bitter loneliness?”
    “Well, hell, when you put it like that…” Everett trailed off this time because he leaned over to kiss Dalton.
    Sweet and tender turned rough and demanding mighty fast. For a brief moment, he wondered if it would always be like this—crazy and fierce—or if they would eventually settle down. Not too much, but maybe just a bit so his cock wouldn’t get chapped from too much attention. Not that he minded so much. Not when the payoff was so spectacular.
    When the storm passed and the sun came out, they left the wagon to make some grub, wash up in the spring, and debate where they were headed. Dalton insisted he wanted to stay right where they were, but Everett knew others would come. The greener cottonwood trees in a landscape of mostly dried vegetation were a big calling card that water was here.
    “This spot is an oasis, which, like most things, means good and bad.”
    “How so?”
    “Well,” Everett said, settling back, “it’s good because there’s water and all we need to be happy here, but bad because other people will come. There is no way to stop them, not when we couldn’t lay claim to this land.”
    After a long debate, a smattering of sexual persuasion, and a last night in the sweet spot, they decided to push onward to the next cow town, whichever one that might be. It would be nice to make it to Abilene, but he had no idea how far away Kansas was.
    Everett had heard of some government act that would give them the rights to a good chunk of land if they just lived on it for a few years. With his seemingly endless drifting, Everett welcomed the idea of staying put. As a bonus, they had a good deal of what they needed to get started. A wagon, oxen, and a horse. With a winter’s work in some town, they could get themselves fully outfitted to start homesteading in earnest come spring.
    “But why can’t we go now?”
    “Ain’t you the impatient one!” Everett had the itch to go now, too, but he was nothing if not practical. “We need supplies, and I don’t have the money to get us all what we need.”
    First things first, they had to get to a town big enough to find work. Everett had skill as a ranch hand, but most of those jobs dried up in the winter. He could work as a blacksmith, and they thought Dalton would make a fine barber. It would be tough going at first, but if they were willing to work hard, and save everything they could, they could be on their own land come spring.
    “At the latest I’m thinking middle of summer.” That was the cutoff as they would need time to build a place to get them through the winter.
    “We could just live in the wagon,” Dalton suggested.
    “Naw. Further north we go, the colder it gets come winter. This is fine for now, but I’d like a cozy home with a fireplace, and a bed, and maybe a table to toss you over when I’m feeling frisky.”
    “Well,” Dalton drawled. “I can’t argue with that.”
    “Sure you could.” Everett grasped his hands. “And I could persuade you again.”
    After another lengthy debate that was more physical than verbal, they washed up, and then they loaded up the wagon, which Dalton had thoughtfully organized.
    “We’re ready?”
    Dalton looked back at the spring. He sighed heavily then nodded definitively. “We’re ready.”
    They set off. The oxen pulled and his horse, tethered to the back of the wagon, followed behind. He and Dalton rode on the tiny wagon seat. It was a tight fit, forcing them to sit with their sides touching, but neither of them minded. The only problem was that proximity caused rising tension. Twice they had to pull off the main trail and then slake their passions.
    What made things almost unbearably sweet for Everett was that this was the first time he had a true partner. Dalton wasn’t just a man he sought for sexual pleasure. Dalton was his companion, his lover, and his friend all rolled up into one.