Mark Prescott gets more than he could ever have bargained for after returning from his brief stay in the big city in the form of two hunky cowboys who are determined to make him feel more than welcomed.
Mark Prescott is a man on the move. After leaving Buckshot Ranch, he's looking forward to discovering what life's all about in the big city. When the hand of fate strikes him down, he has little choice but to return back to the ranch looking for a second chance.
Upon meeting Buckshot's new foreman, Tex, and another handsome cowboy, Sean, he realizes he may have finally found his place in the world in the arms of two hot, handsome men.
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of m/m intimacy, menage sex, double penetration, and mild BDSM. This book is best read in sequence as part of a series.
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Prescott sat before a campfire set in the middle of a small clearing, just off to the side of a road. Surrounded by darkness, the fire was a small comfort, considering the mess he'd made of his life recently. Watching the flames dance before him as he warmed his supper, he felt a little less alone in the world. He wished he'd handled things differently with Jay.
He thought back to the man he'd left behind at Buckshot Ranch. Well, he hadn't really left him behind. Jay was more of a friend than anything, and a quick fuck when timing allowed for it. Still, he'd miss him, but wished him all the best for the future, even though Jay didn't feel for him the way he'd felt for the man.
He opened the bag that he'd hastily packed back at the ranch before taking off. It contained all of his worldly possessions, and a couple of cans of beans he'd managed to plunder from the mess hall, along with a loaf of bread. Tonight he'd eat well, his mind swimming with the things he intended to do when he reached his destination, the big city.
The plan was to find a job there. According to the talk he'd heard off and on from the other hands at the ranch, it was easy enough to get one. And now, standing at the side of the fire tending the beans, and toasting thick-cut slices of bread on a stick, he pondered how he would go about this. One thing was for certain—he'd had more than enough of ranch work. Going back there wasn't an option. He'd make his way in the world from now on without help from anyone.
"Hey," called a voice from out of the darkness. The voice sounded distinctly male.
He stood and grabbed a stick near him and held it in front of him in case he had to use it as a weapon. A rifle would have been more to his liking, but he was plum out of luck.
From the edge of the small clearing emerged a man who looked to be about his age, give or take a few years.
The man paused mid-step, clearing his throat. "I saw the fire from the road. Is it all right if I stop for a bit to rest?"
Mark wasn't the most trusting person, especially when it came to people he didn't know. "Sure," he said with a nod, debating if it was the right decision to make.
The man was cute. His black hair cascaded to his shoulders, and, dressed in a pair of tight-fitting trousers with a cotton shirt unbuttoned mid-chest, he painted a perfectly handsome picture. As the man moved towards him, averted his eyes from the stranger's attractive, rugged-hewn face.
"Thanks," muttered the stranger, moving closer to the fire. "It sure gets cold at night around these parts, even during the summer."
"Yes," replied . He sat on the woollen blanket he'd unrolled earlier, another 'gift' from Buckshot. "You're welcome to sit here, if you like." He patted the space next to him. "It's better than planking your ass directly on the ground."
"Great, and thanks again. My name's Maxwell, but everyone calls me Max." He extended his hand.
"Great to meet you, Mark.I've been walking all darned day. My feet are killing me." He pulled off his boots and heaved an exasperated sigh of relief. "That's much better."
Mark couldn't help but drink him in. Max was damned handsome, and, being in this close proximity to him, Mark's cock stirred slightly inside his trousers. "I hear ya. I was cooking dinner. It's nothing special, just beans and toasted bread. But I'm willing to share, if you like."
"Sure, man. I'm just about starved. That sounds great."
Mark smiled. He liked this guy already. There was something about him that told him Max was all right.