Dying Assassin (9 page)

"You mean like have a real, fresh turkey for Thanksgiving?" Ryder asked, getting all excited.

"I'm so not pulling feathers off and cleaning a turkey, Ryder," I replied, turning up my lip at the idea. "It's just not going to happen."

"There are places that will do it for you." Molly chuckled, patting my hand. "We wouldn't want to totally freak out you city boys."

"Okay, then we're in," I said, watching Ryder's pout-face. He immediately grinned, bouncing in his seat as he took my hand.

"I'd like to thank everyone for coming out tonight," the announcer said over the PA system, drawing our attention to the main event. "We're going to start with our first horse of the night."

I watched as the horse was brought out and showed off for the crowd. The announcer went over the specs of the horse before going into the bidding. Luc gave his head a shake, letting me know this wasn't one he was interested in. Then suddenly I was distracted by Ethan's hand on my thigh that was moving up towards my groin.

"Behave, Ethan," I hissed at him, leaning in towards him. "Otherwise I'm going to do something that's not appropriate for everyone here to see."

"My hand on your leg could make you lose control like that?" he asked, his eyes going wide.

"In a heartbeat, Ethan. I think you underestimate your appeal," I answered, running my hand down his back.

"So, I shouldn't mention how much I love to suck cock, should I?" he replied, licking his lower lip. I instantly got rock hard as I pictured his lush lips wrapped around my dick.

"Ryder, you're in charge of bidding for a while," I said, handing him the paddle with our number. "Don't stop bidding because Luc is worried about the money."

"You got it, Spence." Ryder giggled, giving me a wink. I stood, taking Ethan's hand as we moved past Dean. We rushed out of the stands, through the crowed, and out to the parking lot. As soon as we were next to our truck, I lifted Ethan into my arms and pushed him back against the truck. He let out a small yelp as I mashed my mouth down onto his. I licked around the inside of his mouth, exploring everything he had to offer.

Ethan responded by throwing his arms and legs around me. Then he slid his tongue over mine, melting into the kiss. I squeezed his ass firmly before sliding one hand in the back of his jeans. Even though he was very thin from being so ill, his body was firm and lean. I ran my fingers over the crack of his ass, getting a gasp from him.

"It's been so long since I've been touched there." Ethan moaned, licking my neck. "No one wants a dying man."

"I think I'd want you even if you were a dying, green alien." I panted, rubbing my index finger over his hole. I moved my other hand between us to rub his dick through his jeans, only to find it was still soft. "Are you not liking this, Ethan?"

"I'm loving it," he said, nibbling on my earlobe.

"Why are you not hard then, honey?" I asked, coming to my senses and pulling my hand out of his pants. "We don't have to do this, Ethan. I mean, I have to have sex with you to turn you, but you don't have to pretend you want any of us."

"I'm not pretending, I swear," Ethan said, shaking in my arms. I heard him mumble something against my shoulder I couldn't quite make out.

"What was that, Ethan?" I asked gently, moving so he had to look at me.

"I can't get hard," Ethan answered, not looking at me. "Since all the chemo and radiation, I can't get a hard-on no matter how hard I try."

He looked at me then, and even though it wasn't funny, I couldn't help smirking at the pun. Ethan got it then, rolling his eyes as he chuckled. I saw that he was blinking back tears still and realized how painful it was for him to have admitted that to me.

"Well, if you promise me you're telling me the truth, I don't think we have to wait anymore," I said against his lips. "It's obvious the chemistry is there between all of us and we want each other. How about I turn you tomorrow so we don't ruin Luc's night? Then you can get an erection again when you want?"

"Can we still make out for a while out here?" Ethan asked, smiling at me. "I really did love what we were doing."

"Me too," I replied before kissing him passionately again. I ran my hand down his back, slipping it inside his jeans. He moaned and squirmed in my arms as I rubbed his tight hole again. "Is this where you want my cock, Ethan?"

"There or in my mouth." He panted, leaning back against the truck. "I can't wait to taste each of your cocks. I'm pretty much addicted to giving head."

"You're going to fit in just fine in our house." I chuckled, melting as I watched his passion and response from me simply touching his hole. It hurt to think about how sick he was though, not even able to get hard from our playing around. I knew the first thing tomorrow I'd do what I needed to do to help him.

"Okay, we should get back," Ethan said after several more minutes. "We don't want to miss everything, and Luc is choosing horses for all of us."

"Sweet and sexy," I purred, lowering him to his feet. We hurried back to our seats as quickly as we'd left. I smiled at Dean when he gave us a questioning look as we sat down.

CHAPTER 7

"We got number eight that Luc wanted so much," Ryder informed me as he handed me back the paddle. "He was upset I spent twenty grand of your money, but he said it was still a deal for the horse's breeding potential."

"It's our money, baby," I said, giving him a quick kiss. "Thanks for doing that for me; I want Luc to get the horses he wants."

"It was fun, really exciting," Ryder replied, wiggling his eyebrows at me. "You guys have fun in the parking lot?"

"We did a little making out." I chuckled, but then remembered what Ethan told me. "He can't get hard, Ryder. It's one of the side effects of the treatments he underwent to try and get rid of the cancer."

"Fuck! That totally sucks ass," he hissed, glancing past me at Ethan. "You're going to turn him right away now, aren't you?"

"I told him tomorrow. I want tonight to be about Luc," I said, watching one of the men I loved so much. "And I know Luc got some info from Doc about Ethan's conversion. So we need to talk about that too."

"Next we have horse number eighteen on our bidding list," the announcer boomed over the PA.

"This is one of Luc's choices," Ryder informed me, and I saw Luc glancing between me and the horse as if he didn't want to interrupt me.

"We'll start the bidding at two thousand dollars," the announcer said. I stared at Luc for a moment, mouthing that I loved him before turning towards the horse.

"Fifteen thousand," I yelled, holding up my paddle, getting a gasp from the crowd.

"I think you're missing the idea of bidding, Spencer." Molly laughed, slapping my thigh. "You're supposed to pay as little as you can and get the best deal possible."

"I get that," I said as the announcer tried to get the next bid. "But is the horse not worth that much? Or do we not like the ranch it's from?"

"The horse is worth three times that," Luc replied, shaking his head and trying to hide his smirk. "I'm just having a hard time spending that much of your money."

"Our money, Luc," I said, taking his hand. "And the ranch is good? They treat their horses well?"

"It's my sister's ranch, so yeah, we like them," Mike answered, leaning over. "They've had a rough year and had to sell off some of the horses they didn't want to."

"Oh, well in that case, we can do better than that," I replied. I gave Luc a smile as Mike scrunched his eye brows. "You said three times that, right?"

"Yeah, at least." Luc chuckled, knowing what I was about to do.

"I have fifteen, going once, going twice," the announcer said.

"Sixty thousand." I yelled, getting way more gasps this time.

"You had the last bid, sir," the announcer replied, looking confused.

"I know, but I was informed the horse was worth much more than I was bidding," I said, smiling at him. "You can check with the money man; I'm good for it."

The announcer glanced over at the guy over at the table in charge of everything. He gave a thumbs-up and the announcer banged his gavel, signaling we'd won.

"Is it cool if Mike's sister still uses the stallion for breeding with her mares?" I asked Luc, not sure if it would affect the horse's health.

"Yeah, he's got enough spunk to go around," Luc said as Mike simply gaped at me. "I love you, Spence. You're one of the best men I've ever known."

"I love you too, sweetheart," I replied, reaching over to squeeze his hand.

"Why would you do that?" Mike asked, still shocked.

"You and Molly have been good friends to us." I shrugged. "You offered to help us with the background we didn't know and the owner's your sister. If the horse is worth it, there's no reason she shouldn't make good money on it. Maybe she won't have to sell other horses she'd want to keep now."

"
I have to go tell her
,"
Mike said
,
jumping up from his seat. I smiled as he made his way through the crowd and hugged a
smaller woman
who
definitely
resembled him.
They both had the same sandy blond hair though hers was much longer and back in a braid. I would have thought she was too petite to handle the rough ranch work
,
but I was new this life so what did I know?

"Thank you, Spencer," Molly whispered, her eyes filling up with tears. "Mike's sister was widowed last year, her husband killed overseas. She's been struggling so badly, and we can't help her much. She actually owns the ranch next door to you, and the bank's been talking about taking it from her because she's behind on her payments."

"If I had known that, I would have bid more," I said, frowning. "What can we do to help her out?"

"How can you be so generous to someone you've never even met?" she asked, staring at me.

"It's just who Spencer is," Ryder answered, taking my hand. "Can I tell her about our idea for your donations?"

"Um, sure, we trust Molly," I said, feeling my face heat up.

"Spencer's letting me be in charge of his yearly donations," Ryder explained to Molly. "We're going to set up a foundation for gay teens who were thrown out of their homes like I was."

"If you need any help, you let us know," Molly said, giving me a nod. She glanced past me then, smiling widely. I turned just in time to see the woman launching herself into my arms.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Fallon," she whispered, hugging me fiercely. "Mike told me about what you did and that I can still use Thunder for breeding."

"It's just Spencer." I chuckled, hugging her back. "I'm sorry to hear about your loss…"

"Margaret," she said, filling her name in for me. "And thank you, it's been a tough year."

"Well, if you need anything, Molly says we're right next door," I replied as she stood back up. "Hopefully you won't have to sell any more horses you don't want to part with."

"Unfortunately, I still do," she said softly. "I had to let go of all my ranch hands, and I need the money from the horses to get our cattle through the winter."

"She's got a couple of mares I was looking at," Luc stated as Mike returned to his seat. "Are those the last of your horses?"

"I sold the rest to private buyers," she answered, nodding. "You do what you have to. I needed the money to keep the land and feed my kids. But thank you so much, Spencer. You have no idea how big of a help this was for me."

"You're very welcome. Molly and Mike have been good friends to us," I said as she smiled before walking back down the stands. She gave us one last wave as the announcer finished up with the next horse. I turned to Luc, my heart going out to the woman.

"We could always buy the mares and keep them with her," Luc suggested, knowing full well how my mind worked. "Maybe make a deal to get one of the offspring from the breeding?"

"I didn't mean to steal your night away or take away the horses you wanted," I said, feeling kind of bad. "I really wasn't planning this, Luc."

"You wouldn't be the man I love so much if you didn't help when you could," he replied, smiling at me. "I'm not upset at all. We can always get other horses, Spence. I think she needs them more than we do and I'm proud that you immediately want to help her."

Before I could say anything, Molly leaned over and planted a loud kiss right on my lips. When I pulled away from her, Ryder and Mike were laughing. I know I turned bright red from all the attention, but I was just happy to help a single mother who'd had some rough breaks.

"You know you're not going to hide who you are here for very long spending that kind of money," Molly said, giving me a knowing look.

"Maybe." I shrugged, appreciating that she was looking out for me. "But I'd rather help out someone in the community than worry about everyone knowing that I'm that Fallon. I'm not sure that makes sense."

"It does and you're a selfless man," she replied, patting my leg.

"How much would it take to get her out from under the bank and hire help for a year or so?" I asked, trying to run the numbers in my head.

"Around a hundred thousand or so," Mike answered, his eyes going wide. "But you've already done sixty thousand of that."

"Does she need new equipment or anything else?"

"Yeah, the ranch is pretty run down," Mike said, looking embarrassed. "We spend a lot of time there when we're not running the bar, but we don't have much money to help her out."

"Her next horse is up now, Spencer," Luc informed me, gesturing to the ring. I turned back, glancing at Dean when I felt his hand on my shoulder.

"You're doing a good thing here," he said, mashing Ethan in between us.

"It just seems the right thing to do," I replied, feeling my face flush again. "I have money and she needs it. Plus, it's Mike's sister and she lives next door to us."

"I know, but it doesn't take away from how wonderful you are, Spence," Dean said, smiling at me. The announcer opened the bidding just then, and I made a quick decision, figuring how much it would costs for some new farming equipment as well as upkeep of the ranch.