Betrayals

Heath urged the magnificent bay into a fast gallop, the wind streaming past and threatening to pull his hat from his head. Charger responded easily to the subtle pressure on the reins and again Heath marvelled at the horse his brothers had bestowed upon him as a sort of ‘welcome home’ present. The bay could never take the place of his beloved Gal, but boy howdy, Charger was one fine horse.

The past two weeks had sure been an eye opener. He already knew Jarrod and Nick considered him their brother, but he’d never expected anything like the warm welcome he received from Victoria Barkley; it was almost as if she considered him as much of a son as she did Nick and Jarrod. She’d told him flat out the other day that he had to start calling her something else, that ‘ma’am’ made her feel old and ‘Mrs. Barkley’ made it seem as though they were strangers, not family. Nick had teased that he should start calling her ‘Mother’ like the rest of them and Heath couldn’t help but notice the light that came to her grey eyes at that. He hadn’t been able to bring himself to call her that yet, but maybe, some day…

Heath slowed Charger as he saw the line shack in the distance. He patted the proud neck as he thought of a statement of Nick’s from when he’d first come to the ranch.

“Hey, boy, ever thought of having something more powerful than that mare between your legs?”

Well, now he did and there never was a finer animal than Charger. Butterflies multiplied in his stomach when he thought of the real intention behind Nick’s words and he could feel a warm flush throughout his body. Heath grew more nervous as he approached the small building, wondering if Nick would actually be there. The two of them hadn’t gotten a chance to really be alone together, what with Heath settling into the ranch and the routine of family. So the blond had dropped a few hints at breakfast that he wanted to make sure the line shacks were properly equipped and was taking it upon himself to check them out that morning. He’d given Nick a steady look when he said it and was pretty sure the other man had read his intentions.

But when it came right down to it, Heath wasn’t sure if Nick really wanted to engage in that sort of relationship. At least, he hadn’t been sure until he saw the liver chestnut tethered in the shade of the shack, saddle removed so he’d be more comfortable. Heath tied Charger next to Coco, slipping the bit and unsaddling the bay as well. He gave both horses a pat as he took a deep breath.

“Well, here goes nothing. Wish me luck, fellas.”

Heath walked to the door and opened it slowly to find Nick seated at the small table, sipping a cup of coffee. The smile on his face and the light in the hazel eyes were more than enough to banish any doubts Heath still had. Heath slowly closed the door and locked it behind him.

“Took your own sweet time, boy,” Nick said, trying to sound gruff as Heath removed his hat and started unbuckling his gunbelt. In no time, the dark rancher’s hands were there, swatting his away. “Here, let me help you with that.” Nick deftly unbuckled it, dropping the rig to the ground before he started on the belt to Heath’s pants, his mouth seeking and finding Heath’s as he unfastened the buckle.

Heath slid one hand under Nick’s vest, the other slipping underneath his partially unbuttoned shirt to caress the smooth skin. He found the hard peak of a nipple and ran his thumb over it, a moan coming from Nick’s throat. Heath felt Nick’s hand push the pants over his hips and moaned himself when Nick grabbed his ass. The hardness of Nick’s growing erection pushed against his own and Heath knew he’d never felt anything so right.

“Reckon we’d be more comfortable on the bed,” Nick suggested as he released Heath’s lips to nip at his neck and Heath tripped over the pants that were effectively hobbling his legs.

“Okay, Nick, but are you gonna let me take off my boots first?” the blond teased, pulling out of his brother’s grip. He eyed Nick’s own footwear. “Not that the spurs ain’t a turn on, but I don’t reckon they’d do the blankets much good.”

Nick chuckled and acquiesced with a gesture, sitting on the edge of the cot to take off his own boots. He squawked in surprise as he was pushed back across the mattress and his breath grew ragged when Heath straddled him, pants completely removed and his full cock standing straight in all its glory. The blond finished unbuttoning Nick’s shirt and started pushing it off. Nick fumbled with the buttons on the cuffs and when they wouldn’t unfasten fast enough, he just pulled, sending the buttons flying.

Reaching up, Nick grasped Heath by the back of his neck and pulled his head down so he could kiss him again. His fingers played with the fine hairs at the nape while his other hand returned the favour of undoing Heath’s shirt. Heath sat up to finish taking it off.

“Don’t fancy sewing on buttons as much as you do, Nick,” he teased as he tossed the blue chambray to the floor and went to work on the fastenings of Nick’s pants.

Nick lay on the bed, shivers running up his body as Heath released his hard shaft, stroking it gently before tugging the pants the rest of the way off. His hand travelled up the inside of Nick’s thigh and Nick gasped again when Heath reached his scrotum, squeezing his balls carefully before returning to stroke his penis.

“Ain’t never done this before, you know,” Heath said quietly. Nick lifted his head, puzzled.

Heath didn’t meet his eyes as he continued. “Never had sex just for the fun of it or because I wanted to please someone else. It was always just an itch that needed scratching, or me just there for someone to scratch his own, whether I wanted it or not.”

Nick didn’t know what to say as he reached up and caressed Heath’s arm.

“I want to please you, Nick,” Heath finished, almost in a whisper.

“I’m yours, Heath,” Nick finally said, his voice thick with emotion. “To please you and be pleased. I’ll always be yours.”

Heath leaned over Nick and kissed him again, rubbing his penis against Nick’s as his hands caressed the smooth chest. He ground his pelvis in harder, causing Nick to moan with pleasure. Even though he was used to being the one in control, Nick willingly surrendered himself to Heath’s attentions, wanting nothing more than to be loved by him.

“I want you, Heath,” he finally gasped when the blond released his lips to trail tiny kisses down his neck. “I want you inside me, I want you to make me yours.”

Heath stopped what he was doing and stared at Nick, disbelief on his face. “Nick, I’ve never… I mean, I haven’t…”

Nick reached back to the bottle of oil he’d placed earlier on the shelf by the cot. He poured some into his hand, and then reached down to liberally coat Heath’s cock. Heath closed his eyes in rapture as Nick stroked him.

Nick moved his legs so Heath was between them and lifted his hips before he took Heath’s hand, guiding it to the crease between his buttocks. “If you don’t want to, Heath, you don’t have to. But I really hope you do.”

Heath responded by rubbing his fingers over the taut pucker. As he slipped the first finger inside, he asked, “Are you sure, Nick?”

“Oh, god, Heath, yes.” Nick inhaled sharply as Heath found his prostate mostly by accident. “Right there, Heath. Oh my god,” he moaned again as Heath ran his finger across the hard nub, deliberately this time.

Heath had to smile at the look of raw pleasure that came over Nick’s face. Slowly, he inserted a second finger, working in and out as Nick moaned beneath him.

“Fill me, Heath,” the dark haired man whispered. “I can’t wait to feel you inside.”

Heath positioned his cock at Nick’s entrance and pushed slowly. It took more force than he expected to get in and went farther than he intended, causing Nick’s eyes to fly open as his breath sucked in painfully.

“God, Nick, I’m sorry,” Heath said in a rush, starting to pull out before Nick grabbed his ass firmly.

“No, Heath, just give me a moment,” Nick panted. Heath reached between them and started stroking Nick’s own erection.

“Maybe this’ll help,” he said, moving only his hand as the tight ring of muscle squeezed his cock.

“Oh, you better believe it does,” Nick assured him, staring into Heath’s eyes with a dark passion. Heath felt the constriction ease and involuntarily slipped in deeper.

“Nick…” he started to apologize again, but Nick grabbed him more firmly, bent his knees and arched his hips, impaling himself further on Heath’s shaft.

“All the way, Heath.”

Heath couldn’t help a moan of his own as his cock was buried to the hilt inside Nick’s ass. “Never thought it could feel this good,” he groaned, relishing the feeling.

“It’ll feel better when you move,” Nick informed him. “Fuck me, Heath. Fuck me hard and fast.”

Heath pulled out and slowly pushed back in.

“If that’s your idea of hard and fast, boy…” Nick started, and then he gasped as Heath pulled back again and slammed into him.

“Don’t rush me, Nick,” Heath teased, “just getting warmed up.” He picked up the tempo until he was pounding Nick’s ass with all the force he could muster, marvelling at the expression on Nick’s face as his brother threw his head back in ecstasy.

“Oh, God, Heath, yes!” and Nick reached between them to grab his cock, working it roughly to the rhythm of Heath’s thrusts. “Oh, Heath,” he moaned and Heath watched in fascination as Nick’s erection swelled, pulsing as it shot jets of milky fluid over his belly and hand. The muscles of Nick’s ass clenched and unclenched, squeezing Heath’s penis in such a fashion that the blond felt a burn begin in his belly and travel to his groin. His balls drew up tightly and he began thrusting in short, sharp strokes.

“Nick!” he called out as the world flashed in front of his eyes and his seed shot deep into his brother’s hot depths. His cock twitched and pulsed, releasing every last bit of his essence into Nick as he collapsed onto his brother’s chest. He felt Nick’s hand caress his back, uncaring of the scars and gentle fingers played with the hair on the back on his head as Nick held him close.

“I love you, Heath,” Nick whispered. “You’re my heart and my soul.”

Heath lifted his head to once again lose himself in the gold-flecked depths of Nick’s eyes. “If I’m yours, you’re mine,” he assured him and the two men rested, entwined together, knowing that while nothing would ever be the same, the future was bigger and brighter that either of them had ever dared to dream.