STORY EXCERPT

“What are you doing, Billy?”

Billy swung around from where he was watching the wedding reception across the field. Terror filled him when he spotted Rourke Blaecleah standing behind him. As much as he wanted to take in the man’s tall, sexy form, Billy knew his ass was in trouble, big trouble.

“I wasn’t doing anything, swear,” Billy said quickly as he started backing up into the woods. He had been standing just on the edge of the forest behind a large tree. “I just wanted to see. I wasn’t causing any trouble.”

“You’re trespassing, Billy.”

“I’ll leave.” Billy continued to back up, but he wasn’t getting any further away from Rourke. The man took a step forward for every step Billy took back. “I swear I wasn’t causing any trouble, Rourke. I just wanted to see the wedding.”

“You weren’t invited, Billy.”

Billy swallowed. In his mind, Billy knew he’d never be invited to one of the Blaecleah celebrations, but in his heart, he ached to attend them all. The Blaecleah family was known far and wide as being close-knit, each member caring for the others in some way. That connection between them fascinated Billy.

“What do you have there, Billy?”

Billy instantly hid the small faded picture he held in his hand behind his back. His stomach started to roll as Rourke walked closer to him, a peculiar expression on his face that Billy couldn’t quite make out.

Besides the workings of the Blaecleah family, Billy was most intrigued by Rourke. He was the third brother born of five, the middle son so to speak. Billy started having strange feelings for the man about the time he turned sixteen years old.

In the five years since, that fascination hadn’t faded a bit. It had just grown stronger. Rourke dominated every single one of Billy’s fantasies. He’d never met another man or woman that drew him like Rourke did. He sometimes wondered if he ever would.

Rourke suddenly stood in front of him. Billy cringed as Rourke reached for the photo he held behind his back. He squirmed to get away, to keep the picture from Rourke. He would be humiliated if Rourke discovered that he had a picture of him, even as faded and worn as it was.

“Please, it’s mine,” Billy whimpered when Rourke grabbed a hold of it and tugged. “It’s mine!”

Billy wasn’t strong enough to keep Rourke from taking anything from him. The picture was no exception. The man topped him by at least half a foot and a hundred pounds. Rourke was also thick and muscular to Billy’s slim and lanky. Billy didn’t have a chance.

He groaned as Rourke ripped the picture out of his hand. His humiliation started the moment Rourke looked at the picture then arched an eyebrow at him. And something in Rourke’s face told him that it would never end.

Rourke Blaecleah had ammunition to use against him, and the man wasn’t above using it to get what he wanted. “Why do you have a picture of me, Billy?”

Billy shrugged, refusing to meet Rourke’s curious gaze. He knew what he’d see if he did, and Billy didn’t think he could handle it, not right now. Billy knew what sort of reputation he had. He was considered a troublemaker.

And, in a way he was. He learned at a very early age to do whatever his older brother, Clem, told him to do or face the consequences. That meant he had gotten into a lot of fights, broken some laws, and generally made himself into someone he knew Rourke would never take a liking to. None of the Blaecleah family would.

The air in Billy’s lungs got caught somewhere in mid-breath when Rourke suddenly stepped forward and pressed him up against the large tree behind him. Billy could feel the hard bark digging into his skin through his thin shirt. He knew if Rourke pushed, he would have scratches on his back.

Rourke just seemed to lean into him, not pushing too hard but enough that Billy couldn’t get away. Billy turned his head to the side when Rourke leaned down close to him. He swallowed hard when he felt Rourke’s warm breath blow across his cheek.

“I believe I asked you a question, Billy,” Rourke said softly. “Why do you have a picture of me? And don’t lie to me, Billy. I’ll know if you do.”

“I found it,” Billy said quickly. It was the truth. He had found the small picture. Of course, he’d found it inside the glove compartment of Ma Blaecleah’s car, which Clem had ordered him to search for money or anything they could sell.

Billy’s knees had almost buckled when he came across the small photo of Rourke, the main character in all of his dreams. It had been taken just a couple of years earlier on the Blaecleah front porch.

Rourke had been dressed in cowboy boots and tight jeans, his chest bare as he worked on the porch railing. Someone had obviously said something funny because Rourke’s head was tossed back as he laughed. The afternoon sun had been shining, lighting up Rourke’s face. Even if Billy lost the picture, he had looked at it so many times the image was burned into his memories.

“You stole it,” Rourke murmured.

Billy shuddered. Rourke was so close. Billy could smell the man—smell his rich, deep masculine scent, and it was driving him wild. He knew he wasn’t supposed to have these feelings toward a man. They only led to trouble. Billy just couldn’t seem to stop them.

“Now, I wonder why you would steal a picture of me, Billy.”

Billy pressed his lips together and closed his eyes. He knew from experience that keeping quiet was his best course of action. Talking only got him into trouble. If he just kept his mouth shut, Rourke would torture him in whatever fashion he chose then tire of the game and leave him alone.

“You’re not answering me, Billy.”

The moment Billy felt Rourke’s warm tongue rake across the sensitive skin of his throat, he started struggling, the cries in his mouth silent. He kicked out at Rourke until his legs were trapped between two thick thighs. Then he started hitting and scratching.

Billy whimpered when his wrists were caught and held behind his back. He wanted to scream at the unfairness of it all. Rourke only had to use one hand to hold both of his. The other he used to grip Billy’s chin, forcing him to look up. Billy kept his eyes closed. He couldn’t look.

“You like me, don’t you, Billy?”

Billy shuddered when he felt Rourke’s tongue scrape across his skin again.

“Little Billy Thornton has a crush on me.”

ADULT EXCERPT

“You are special, baby.”

Billy melted into the strong arms that suddenly wrapped around him, resting his head against Rourke’s chest. He could hear the man’s heart beat against his ear and was surprised at how soothing the sound was.

“You think I’m special?” Billy asked as he tilted his head back to look up into Rourke’s rugged face. His heart pounded faster in his chest at the glint of something unknown he could see shining in Rourke’s eyes. He didn’t quite know what it was, but it made him feel hot and achy.

“I know you’re special, baby,” Rourke said. “Didn’t I already say that?”

Billy licked his lips and swallowed. His throat felt dry. “Wo-would you kiss me again?”

Rourke’s eyebrow arched, and for a moment, Billy thought he might have asked for something he shouldn’t have. Then Rourke’s lips swooped down and covered Billy’s. Billy groaned and leaned into the kiss. He really liked kissing Rourke.

The texture of Rourke’s lips pressed against his, the swipe of his tongue, even the way the man tasted all worked to drive Billy into a frenzy until he didn’t want anything else in the world but to be right where he was. He didn’t even mind the small ache in his back when Rourke’s hands moved down to grab his butt.

“Do you see what you do to me, baby?” Rourke asked as he grabbed Billy’s hand and pushed it down between them. Billy’s eyes widened as his hand was pressed against the large bulge in Rourke’s pants. He started panting, unable to keep the air in his lungs.

“You…” Billy licked his lips again. He glanced down between them even though he couldn’t see anything through the press of their bodies. But he sure could imagine. “Can I see?”

“See?”

“I’ve never…” Billy shrugged. “I’ve never seen…”

Rourke suddenly growled then claimed Billy’s lips with a hunger that shook Billy down to his toes. This wasn’t the slow, thoughtful kiss he’d received from Rourke before. This kiss was fueled with hunger, and desire, and a wildness that Billy had never encountered. It was a little exciting, a little thrilling, and a whole lot scary.

Even with his lips pressed against Rourke’s, Billy couldn’t prevent his small cry when Rourke suddenly lifted him up and carried him toward the side of the barn. He wasn’t quite sure what was going on when Rourke set him on the ground and leaned him back against the barn wall until he saw the man’s hands go to the buttons on his jeans.

Billy swallowed hard as he watched Rourke unbutton his jeans then slowly separate the sides until his cock popped free. Rourke gestured with one hand. “You wanted to see…”

Billy took a hesitant step forward then quickly glanced up at Rourke’s face. He watched the man carefully as he lowered himself to his knees and reached for his cock. He didn’t want to do anything he wasn’t allowed.

The small shudder that worked its way through Rourke’s body when his hands wrapped around his erection concerned Billy, but the man didn’t pull away. Billy took it as a good sign and scooted closer.

“You’re much bigger than I am,” Billy whispered as he fit his fingers around Rourke’s cock over and over again. He glanced up in surprise when he heard a small grunt. Rourke’s lips were pressed together, his brows drawn down in a deep frown. “I’m sorry, should I have not said that?”

“No, baby, it’s fine,” Rourke said. “Your hand feels good wrapped around me.”

Billy flushed and dropped his eyes. He could imagine a lot more he’d like to do than use his hand, but that was just a fantasy, maybe. So far, Rourke seemed to be a willing participant in Billy’s fantasies. He only hoped that continued.

“You’re a lot longer than I am,” Billy said again as he worked his hand over Rourke’s cock, “but I think I’m thicker.”

“Thicker?” Rourke’s deep swallow was audible and enough to catch Billy’s attention. He looked up.

“I think so.” Billy frowned. “Is that wrong?”

“No.” Even though his words said differently, Rourke sounded a little strained.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure, baby.”

Hoping Rourke was right, Billy returned his attention to the long shaft he held in his hand. Rourke was very long, but Billy could fit his entire hand around him. He couldn’t do that with his own cock. But Rourke was very silky, and Billy loved the texture moving under his fingers.

“Keep that up, baby, and I’m going to come.”

“Really?” Billy masturbated, well, a lot, especially to images of Rourke. To know he could bring Rourke the same pleasure was mind-boggling to him. He tightened his grip and the rhythm of his strokes, wanting more than anything to see Rourke come and know he’d done it.

Soon, Rourke started moving his hips, thrusting himself into Billy’s grasp. “Just a little tighter, baby,” Rourke whispered.

Billy squeezed harder. A thrill ran through at the long groan that came from the man standing over him when he did.

“I’m getting close, baby.”

Billy almost groaned himself at the deep growl he could hear in Rourke’s voice. It made him feel achy. He kept one hand wrapped around Rourke’s cock and moved the other one down to his own jeans, fumbling with the buttons until they came free.

Billy cried out as he wrapped his free hand around his own cock, stroking it quickly to catch up with Rourke. It wouldn’t take him long. He was already incredibly aroused just from touching Rourke. This was a fantasy come true.

“Oh, damn, you’re touching yourself, aren’t you?”