The Tin Star by J. L. Langley Read Free Book Online Page A

Mmm ... It was almost sweet, not overly salty.
    Jamie’s cock jerked in his hand, and he cried out. Ethan opened his mouth to take more of his dick in, to taste him fully.
    Fred barked.
    They both jumped. Then the back door opened.
    He let go of Jamie and sat up. Jamie scrambled to get himself back in his pants and into a sitting position.
    “Jamie! Ethan!” John’s voice echoed through the house.
    Ethan ran his hands down his face and glanced at Jamie, whose face was scarlet. Ethan frowned and whispered, “Stop blushing!” then yelled, “In here!”
    “I can’t help it!” Jamie hissed back, glaring. That was just too much, Ethan grinned. God, he had it bad!
    John stepped into the living room with a pile of stuff in his arms while Fred barked again.
    Jamie was digging around the couch cushions.
    “What are you doing?” Ethan asked.
    Jamie stood up and looked back at the couch. “She wants her ball.”
    John set down the pile he was carrying onto the coffee table. “I brought Jamie more of his gear.”
    Jamie finally found the ball and flung it for Fred. Ethan and John both turned their heads to watch the dog scramble on the wood floor, then looked at each other. Ethan took the time to calm his breathing. It wouldn’t do for John to notice.
    “I bet Fred is loving this,” John said, a smile in his voice.
    “She is.” Jamie started going through the pile of boxes and bags on the table. “What all did you bring?”
    “Some clothes, Fred’s toys, a few of your books and a box I found in your nightstand.” John flopped down on the couch next to Ethan.
    Jamie looked up, the flush gone from his face. Ethan thought he looked a little startled, but John didn’t seem to notice anything unusual.
    Jamie dug through the boxes until he came up with a black lock box. He tried the lid, but when it didn’t open, he seemed to relax. That’s weird. Ethan wondered what Jamie had inside there.
    “Did you bring the key?”
    “What key?”
    “The one hidden under the lamp on the nightstand.”
    John shook his head. “Nope. Didn’t know it was there. I’ll bring it tomorrow. What’s in the box?”
    “Nothing much, just this and that. Did you bring George?”
    Ethan blinked. Well that was an evasion if he ever heard one. Now he was even more curious about what was in that box. He glanced at John, who seemed to have missed Jamie’s noncommittal reply.
    John cleared his throat, and Ethan braced himself. John always cleared his throat when he was nervous, a habit he’d had since they were kids.
    Jamie must have realized it, too, because he set the black box down, stood up straight and put his hands on his hips. Thankfully, his boner was gone. “What?”
    “Uh, well, there was a little problem with that.”
    “You’re hedging,” Ethan commented.
    John’s head snapped toward him. “Shut up, Ethan!”
    “Well?” Jamie asked.
    John sighed and got up, then began pacing. Jamie opened his mouth about to say something, but Ethan shook his head. “He’ll get to it.”
    Jamie groaned and started pacing in the other direction. He stepped over Fred, who’d confiscated a chew toy from one of the boxes.
    Ethan grinned. Pacing must be another Killian trait. They all did it the same way, with the same stride, the same carriage. John finally stopped and looked at him. Ethan knew the look, it was John’s I-really-don’t-want-to-tell-you-the-bad-news look. Aw, shit! Ethan raised an eyebrow at him. John sighed and turned to face his brother.
    “Dad won’t let me take her. He says that if you want the horse, you’ll have to buy her.”
    Jamie’s face flushed bright red and his eyebrows lowered. Anger was coming off him in almost visible waves. “That son of a bitch! George is mine! A gift is a gift! He gave her to me for my seventeenth birthday! You can’t freakin’ charge someone for a fuckin’ gift!”
    Ethan was speechless. He’d known Jacob Killian could be a mean old bastard, but this was pretty low, holding a