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Twice the Cowboy, Twice the Ride James Buchanan |
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 Twice the Cowboy and Twice the Ride, together in one Print volume through PhazeNovellas also available separately as eBooks through Phaze (c) 2007 Jess stamped his boots before following Manuel through the door. It was as cold inside as it was outside. Scooting round the charro already digging through the drawers, ancient springs protested when Jess flopped on top of the covers. He watched as Manuel shucked his clothes on the way to the closet. Jess would have reached over and turned on the small wall heater, but they weren’t going to be there that long. He closed his eyes and lazed. Subtle, soft, Manuel’s scent drifted from the pillow. The slightly honeyed smell of the shampoo Manuel always used reminded Jess he needed to pick more up. That meant a trip to the only damn store in town he’d found that carried the chunky orange bottle. Probably he should grab some of those little sesame candies the boy had gotten him hooked on. Okay, it was four goddamn thirty and he was making grocery lists. It was either time to go back to sleep or head out. Sleep sounded like the better option. Jess just started to wonder what was keeping Manuel when the drizzle out of the bath sounded. Disgusted, Jess sat up, flipped on the heater and yelled without quite yelling. “You could have taken a shower at my place.” From behind the drone of water came Manuel’s voice. “No hay que ahogarse en un vaso de agua.” Jess hauled himself off the thin mattress and headed into the closet. Neat rows of shirts and jeans hung from a pole along one wall. Two sets of broken-in cowboy boots, a pair of tennis shoes and Manuel’s fancy charro boots were lined up underneath. Manuel’s pride and joy, second only to Mango, took up most of the space. Tucked along the back wall, a black leather saddle studded in ten pounds of coin silver slept on its tree. The damn thing cost more than a quarter of Jess’ yearly take from construction. Turning left the cowboy leaned against the jamb and coughed. A dark shadow lurked behind green and blue stripes running across a dime store shower curtain. “What the hell are you going on about?” Manuel stepped to the rear of the tub and pulled the plastic back. “You make it a big thing when it is not.” Water beaded on his warm brown skin. “I didn’t think before we left.” Jess sucked in his breath and shifted. Suddenly his coat was too damn warm and his pants too damn tight. Manuel’s lip curled in a sensual smile. “You want to join me, papi?” Jess swallowed. “I already had a shower.” A quick and dirty jump under the spray and hose off shower while Manuel made coffee, but a shower all the same. Manuel leaned back against the pink tile and smirked. One hand wandered down to rub his thick, uncut cock. Nimble fingers played with Manuel’s heavy balls and stroked warm flesh. “Pasa nada.” He shrugged and pretended as though he could really care less what Jess wanted to do. “You do what you want.” Damn, no way the cowboy could even make eight seconds with that show. “Ah, hell.” Jess hissed as he stripped. “At least it’s warm in there.” Stumbling over his own feet, he tried to get his boots and jeans off at the same time. Finally he recovered and shucked his clothes in record time. With a smirk, Manuel licked his lips. “Very warm.”
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Return to Previous Page Buy Now! Barnes & Noble Amazon.com Direct from Phaze ~Reviews~ "Everything is told from Jess's point of view and Manuel isn't the most talkative. When he does speak it's often in Spanish. Therefore we, like Jess, don't know what the Mexican is thinking. This is not a criticism, it's an example of realistic character creation. Manuel is delightfully complex, much more so than Jess I believe. But finally when Manuel opens up his heart in a stunningly beautiful middle-of-the-night scene, the reader is left in no doubt that these two men are destined for a long future together." ~Brittish Bulldog, Rainbow Reviews |
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