Risky Secrets (3 page)

“That’s
something I intend to find out.” Tom stood in front of him, and there was that
sexy grin again. “Let’s get the fuck outta here. I haven’t been drinking so
I’ll drive. Is your place okay?”

“Sure,”
Keith managed to mutter. He swallowed back a nervous lump that had formed in
the back of his throat. “My place is fine.”

****

Tom
concentrated on the road ahead of them as they drove to Keith’s house. Keith
lived a fair distance outside of Pine Bluff, and it wasn’t easy seeing through
the stark darkness even with the lights on high beam.

“It’s
the next left,” Keith directed.

“You
must like your privacy living all the way out here.” One would have to. This
was the middle of nowhere.

“It’s
good for my business. I’m close to my clients. What brought you to Pine Bluff
and how did you manage to snag a job at
Lucky’s
?
Lucky hasn’t hired any new staff in years.”

“Lucky
is in fact my uncle on my mom’s side. I needed a break from life, and it seemed
like a good idea to come here. It didn’t hurt that I was offered a job.” Tom
didn’t get into the gritty details about what really brought him to Pine Bluff.
That was far too personal to share with anyone. Keith came across as being nice
enough and he was a total hunk, but was he trustworthy? Some secrets had to be
kept exactly that. It was best for everyone. He refused to allow anyone else to
be hurt by the actions of his past.

In
the distance, Tom spotted a light. It was Keith’s house. He pulled the truck up
in the driveway and after placing it in park, he turned off the engine. Both
men got out and headed up the three steps which led to the majestic log
structure. He stood off to the side and was rather impressed with the rugged
building. He watched as Keith opened the door and motioned for him to follow.
“You don’t lock your door?”

Keith
smirked and rolled his eyes. “There’s no need. Who’s going to come all the way
out here to rob me? There’s no one around but the critters in the woods.”

With
the door closed behind them, Tom followed Keith into the living room. The house
was awesome, but it was obvious that a total bachelor lived there from its
masculine décor. It was totally Davey Crockett chic. He fought back a chuckle
when he spotted a neon beer sign hung on one wall along with a calendar
featuring a naked blond showing her more than ample assets to the world. There
was no way in hell that this guy was gay. He was either bisexual or deeply
closeted. He himself was bisexual. Most of his relationships had been with
women up to this point in his life, but nothing beat having hot sex with a man
who could fuck all night long.

Keith
had already taken a seat on a black leather couch, and Tom sat beside him. He
shrugged out of his jacket. “Nice place.”

“Thanks,
I like it.” Keith sat back on the couch, and there was a sudden silence.
“Listen, I’m not sure what to do. I don’t do this often.”

“And
what exactly are we going to do?” Tom asked. He was intentionally being coy and
an overt tease.

“Good
question, I do know one thing.” Keith turned to him and leaned in ever so
slightly until their noses touched. The chemistry between them was intense.

“What’s
that?” Tom felt his cock stiffen inside his jeans.

“I
want to fucking kiss you. I have all night.”

“Then
do it. I want you to fucking kiss me. Go ahead and fucking kiss me. You got me
hard, man.” He reached over and guided Keith’s hand to his crotch. “Touch me.”

****

Keith
felt Tom’s cock throbbing through Tom’s jeans. He squeezed and palmed it as
they kissed for the first time. Tom’s lips felt soft and foreign against his.
He savored every moment that passed between them. When Tom’s tongue slipped
inside his mouth to merge with his own, Keith thought he’d come right there at
that very moment. He had to fight the urge. It was hard to maintain control in
such a situation. It had been so long since he’d been with a man that he’d
nearly forgotten how good it felt. A year or more must have passed since his
last encounter. His last hookup had been with a guy in a nearby larger town.
They’d met at some small bar known to cater to gay men even though it wasn’t
technically labelled as a gay bar. He’d been there for the weekend to get a
break from Pine Bluff and to let off some well needed steam. He got that in
spades back in his hotel room. The trip had been worth the drive.

“That
was something,” Tom said, pulling away from him. Tom glanced down at Keith’s
erection as it strained to get free from his jeans. “And I do want to see what
you’re packing in there.” Tom licked his lips and raised one brow. “Let’s go to
your bedroom and get more comfortable, handsome.”

Inside
the bedroom, Keith sat on the edge of the bed. He watched as Tom pulled off his
t-shirt. Tom possessed a hot body. He moved in close to Keith and dropped to
the floor after he pushed Keith back on the bed. He unzipped Keith’s jeans and
smiled when Keith gasped as he took the man’s cock inside his mouth. “Fuck,” he
muttered as his breath quickened. His heart felt like it was about to burst
forth from his chest. “Oh, man. That feels so good.”

Tom
paused. He gripped Keith’s cock and jacked it as he spoke. “You like that? You’ve
got one hell of a hot cock. It’s nice and thick. I love thick cocks.”

Keith
closed his eyes as Tom took his cock in his mouth again. The sensation was
incredible. He felt his balls rise and if they didn’t stop he’d come soon.

“And
I think that’s enough,” Tom said, stopping and rising from the floor. He wiped
his mouth with the back of his hand. “Have you ever fucked a guy before?” he
asked.

Keith
had. He’d fucked the dude he picked up at that bar that night. They did it back
at the hotel. There was also Steve who had been a fuck buddy of his for three
months before that. Steve no longer lived in the area, which was too bad since
it had been a great no strings arrangement. It was convenient for them both.
Neither of them was out, and they didn’t have any expectations other than
getting together to fuck when their schedules permitted it. “Yes,” he replied.
“I have.”

Tom
undid his jeans. He stepped out of them and kicked them aside on the floor. “I
want you to fuck me. I want to feel your hard cock inside my tight ass.” He
pushed down his boxer briefs, allowing his erect cock to spring free. “Fuck me,
stud.”

Keith
licked his lips. This was the best offer he’d had in a long time. His cock
throbbed to no end as he thought about fucking Tom’s cute little ass. Keith
pushed up from the bed and pulled Tom to him. Their cocks rubbed together as
Keith ground into his newfound lover slowly in a sensuous motion. They kissed
again, their tongues playing in each other’s mouth.

****

Tom
was the first to climb back on the bed. He let out a heavy sigh when he felt
Keith’s weight on top of him. Keith eased his condom-clad cock between Tom’s
ass cheeks. There was silence. “How does that feel?” Keith asked.

“Go
slow,” Tom advised. They had used plenty of lube, but this still wasn’t going
to be easy for him. It never was, especially since it had been a while since
he’d last been fucked. “That’s
it,
ease that hot cock
inside my hole.”

“Man,
you’re fucking tight.” Keith let out a deep grunt as he inched more of his
thick cock inside Tom’s ass.

“Fuck
me—now,” Tom ordered. The pain and discomfort that he’d felt had now
dissipated. It was replaced with a tingling feeling that Tom knew from
experience would turn into fiery hot pleasure. “Go deep. Fuck my hot ass.”

The
feeling from Keith’s cock inside him pressed buttons that he hadn’t known he
had. He pushed back as Keith filled him with hard cock. Hot pressure welded
through his inner core. There wasn’t any other feeling in the world like
getting fucked by a man who knew what he was doing. Keith certainly knew his
way around an ass. This was apparent from the way he fervently fucked Tom.

“Keep
doing it like that,” Tom pleaded and begged. He reached between his legs and
jacked his own cock in rhythm with his ass pounding. He felt his orgasm catch
hold and rise. When he came, he gripped the headboard with one hand while he
pumped his cock with the other. “Fuck,” he cried. The word sounded more like a
moan. “Fuck me!”

****

Keith
held Tom by the hips as he plunged into his asshole again. This was intense,
and the air in the room around them hung heavy with the heady scent of their
sexual encounter.

He
felt Tom tighten around him, holding his cock like a well-fitted glove. This
was more than enough to send him over the edge. He pulled out in time as he
exploded across Tom’s cheeks and lower back. It was the perfect ending to an
unforeseen night.

“That
was freaking great,” Tom said, rolling onto his side. “You fuck like a champ.”

“It’s
easy when you have a willing partner who knows how to work it.” That was the
truth. The best sex always came about when both were really into each other. It
was easy to get into Tom in more ways than one. He didn’t know much about him,
but maybe this fling would turn out to be something more. The thought wasn’t
unappealing.

“I’ll
be in town for a while. I’d like to hook up with you again.” Tom closed his
eyes and in less than five minutes he was asleep as soft snores were heard
coming from him.

Could
he manage this? Was it safe to get involved with a man in Pine Bluff? The
questions ran wild in Keith’s mind. This was still a small town with old
fashioned family values. Most wouldn’t understand something like this. If he
did choose to continue on with Tom, it would have to stay a secret. The last
thing he wanted or needed was trouble.

Chapter Three

Jayne
pressed down on the gas pedal as she grew closer to Pine Bluff and Somerset
Lake. She loved this area, and once or twice she even considered moving up
there permanently. It was more of a dream than anything. Her reality was that
her life was in the city. It’s where she settled down, and tearing up roots at
the point didn’t feel right. She would have to start from scratch again. She
wasn’t sure she’d be able to do that.

Luck
was on her side. Jayne’s job afforded her the luxury to be mobile. As long as
she had her laptop and access to the Internet, all was well. It felt freeing to
have that option even if she’d didn’t take it often enough.

Growing
up had meant a hand-to-mouth existence. Jayne’s mother hadn’t been the
nurturing the type. Her grandmother took her in when she was ten, and her
father wasn’t in the picture at all. He worked a lot. That was the only thing
she really remembered about him. He left them high and dry just before her
seventh birthday. Afterwards, they moved around a lot for the next three years.
There wasn’t any stability in her life, and friends never fell into the
picture. How could she make friends when they moved every three months? It was
a nightmarish way to live.

Jayne’s
grandmother, known as Missy to all that knew her, was a large woman, not only
in size, but also in personality. She was the one who stepped in to save her.
Jayne was thankful for that. Missy became her saving grace. Sadly, she passed
away five years ago.

After
the success of her first book, Jayne’s mother contacted her after years of
being estranged from one another. She wanted money. Their conversation on the
phone had been brief before Jayne took the initiative and hung up on the woman
who was still just as self-absorbed as ever. Nothing had changed between them.
The toxicity of their relationship was still there as ugly as ever like she’d
remembered. All the woman cared about was getting money. When the phone rang
the second time, Jayne hadn’t the patience or nerve to answer it.

Jayne
sped past the sign that marked Pine Bluff’s town limits. She’d head to Somerset
Lake first and then back to town for supplies. She’d follow that with a quiet
dinner and writing. Already, she felt the creative juices flowing. With a rough
outline in her head for the rest of the book, it was only a matter of getting
it written out.

****

Jayne
pulled off the main road, which curled parallel to the lake onto her driveway.
She parked the car near the house and stepped out of the car as she admired the
fabulous scenery surrounding her. The fresh air alone was worth the trip up
here. If there was such thing as heaven on earth, this place would have been
the embodiment of it. She stopped to stretch for a minute and fished for the
house keys in her bag. She pushed through papers and other odds and ends she
thought important enough to carry along with her. “That’s odd,” she said. The
keys were not there. She’d always kept the keys on her person. Jayne dropped
the open bag on the hood of the car and looked again. She pushed things aside
and still couldn’t locate them. “Damn it,” she exclaimed. She must have left
the keys back in the city.

She
had two options. She could head back to the city to fetch them, which would
take forever, or she could locate Keith to get the copies he had for the house.
The latter was definitely the better option. Jayne got back in her car and
headed back to Pine Bluff, fuming at her own stupidity as she drove.