Stormy Glenn - Blaecleah Brothers 06 - Cowboy Convenience (11 page)

“No!”

John wasn’t real happy about the perplexed look he could see on Seamus’s face. He was even less happy with the fact that the doctor had come in before he and Yancy could explain things to the man.

After getting the doctor’s instructions and being released into Yancy’s care, John and Yancy walked out of the hospital with Seamus. Yancy kept his arm wrapped around Seamus’s shoulders to help steer him toward Rourke’s truck, or to keep him from running. John hadn’t figured that part out yet.

Rourke raised an eyebrow when he saw them but seemed to drop it when John and Yancy both shook their heads. They surrounded Seamus on both sides, guarding him from outside interference.

“We’ll talk tomorrow,” John offered by way of an explanation. “I’ll be expecting your phone call.” There was a steel edge to Rourke’s voice that basically told John that if Rourke didn’t hear from him, he might find himself facing off against the rest of the Blaecleah clan—not a prospect he was looking forward to.
“In the morning, Rourke. I swear.” John sighed as he glanced over at Seamus. The man looked so dejected that John felt like crying. “We just need a chance to talk to Seamus. Yancy and I have a few things to explain to him.”
That was a whopper of a statement. What they had to explain to Seamus was bigger than just a little conversation. John didn’t know if Seamus totally understood what he and Yancy wanted from him. They had tried hinting—sort of—but apparently, they were going to have to outright explain it to him—Seamus just didn’t seem to get it.
John didn’t understand why Seamus wasn’t comprehending what they wanted from him, but if he had to show the man, he and Yancy were definitely going to be naked when they mimed everything out.
Gods, that image had him hard.
Rourke nodded and climbed into his truck. John climbed into the back of the cab, scooting in beside Seamus, who was sandwiched between him and Yancy. John really didn’t like how Seamus was still not speaking. He just stared straight ahead, not looking at either of them, an inscrutable expression on his face.
That guarded look had him concerned—a lot.
As much as he wanted this compromise between him and Yancy to work, he didn’t want it at the price of Seamus’s sanity. If the man truly didn’t want to be shared by him and Yancy, John would step aside. He would rather see Seamus happy and with Yancy than insane and with him
and
Yancy, or just with him.
That thought tore at him. John had wanted Seamus since first laying eyes on him. But if he had to step aside to make Seamus happy, that was what John would do—even if it broke his heart.
John was starting to doubt that he really knew what Seamus wanted. It wasn’t like they’d had a lot of time to establish a relationship like Seamus and Yancy had done. Technically, they really didn’t know each other that well. One spectacular kiss and a lot of long looks did not make a relationship.
“Yancy.”
“Just wait until we get back to your place, John,” Yancy said without looking away from Seamus. “Everything is going to work out. We just need to explain things to Seamus.”
Seamus’s jaw tightened, and John wasn’t sure what to do. Explaining the dynamics of what they wanted was not something John wanted to do in the back of a cab.
He relaxed in his seat, gazing out of the window, and mulled over how they were going to work this out. Yancy didn’t even live in Cade Creek. Was he going to want them to move to the city where he lived?
John couldn’t do that. He was the sheriff of the small town and had obligations. Yancy and Seamus were free to live it up where Yancy lived. John didn’t have that luxury. He had to stay in Cade Creek.
The ride remained quiet, tense, and John’s nerves were raw by the time they pulled up to his house. He was ready to pull the smaller man into his arms and forgo the conversation they needed to have. John’s arms were aching to feel Seamus in them, to caress the guy, kiss him once more, and experience that explosive kiss once again.
Yancy paid for the cab, and John let them in the back way. He tossed his keys on the kitchen table and took a seat, his head throbbing.
“Do you need anything?” Yancy asked, concern etched in hard lines on his handsome face. As John studied Yancy, he really took a long, hard look. Yancy really was a handsome man. Starting a relationship with the guy would not be a hardship. “No, I’m fine.”
Seamus stayed close to the door, one arm tucked over the other as he gazed at the floor. He looked lost as hell. John and Yancy exchanged a glance before John cleared his throat. “Would you mind having a seat, Seamus?” He waved toward the chair across from him.
Oh, was that an attitude he saw on Seamus’s face? Yep, it sure was. The man seemed pissed as hell, but took a seat—begrudgingly.
John inwardly sighed. This was not going to go as smoothly as he liked. Seamus’s guard was up, and the man was on the defensive. John could tell. It was written all over the smaller man’s face.
He was just going to dive right in—no candy coating a damn thing. “Yancy and I want you to be our lover.”
Seamus’s head snapped up, and if looks could kill, John would have gone up in flames. “Look, I didn’t come here to be played with. I don’t know what sick game you and Yancy are—”
“It’s no game,” Yancy interrupted. “Why can’t you see what we are asking for?”
“John arrests you and all of a sudden you want to make a go at it, all three of us?” Seamus’s snorted. “I’m not the one with a concussion.”
“Seamus!” John said.
“No!” Seamus jumped up from the chair. “I don’t appreciate you two trying to mess around with how I feel about both of you. I get it. I’m in love with two men. It’s a selfish way to feel. But I won’t stand here and let either of you—”
John had enough! Fuck tact and fuck trying to explain things to the man. They were just going to have to show Seamus that they meant business. John pushed away from the table, his steps even and measured as he went for the smaller man. Seamus backed up, but instead of moving away, Seamus bumped into Yancy who had moved in behind him.
“Look, it’s obvious that you’re not getting what we’re trying to tell you, so we’re just going to have to show you.” A wicked smile played across John’s lips as he met Yancy’s gaze over Seamus’s shoulder. “Hold him.”
Yancy grinned right back, his smoky-gray eyes growing heated in a single flutter of his eyelashes. “Gladly.”
John ignored the slight whimper he heard coming from Seamus as Yancy grabbed the smaller man’s arms. His body was tight with need as he dropped to his knees and quickly unzipped Seamus’s jeans, dismissing the man’s wiggling. He knew Seamus wanted this just as much as he did. The man’s cock was like a steel pipe as John pulled it free.
“Oh, Seamus, this is a very pretty cock.” Thick and hard with just enough width to make a man feel the hardened flesh as Seamus pounded into him. John wanted to be that man because Seamus’s dick was downright Michelangelo material.
John rubbed his fingers over the bulbous head, smoothing the precum at the same time. His thumbnail pressed into the tiny slit at the top of the head, and he heard a low moan rumble in Seamus’s chest.
The man’s arousal along with the clear liquid seeping from his cock filled John’s lungs, making his mouth water for just one taste. With a feral smile, John swallowed Seamus’s straining erection. The taste of pre-cum exploded on his tongue, and he knew he wanted more.
John wrapped his lips around the flared head of the man’s cock. He heard a swift intake of breath and then Seamus shuddered, his hips giving a slight jerk forward. Encouraged by Seamus’s response, John began to suck, his tongue tracing the veins, his cheeks hollowed as he moved Seamus’s thick erection further into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down.
He heard a swift intake of air, and then Seamus jerked again, his hips snapping once again. John smiled to himself as he began to suck, his tongue tracing the thick length, his cheeks hollowed as he moved Seamus’s erection further into his eager mouth.
John used every skill he possessed in order to hear Seamus’s soft groans and mewls. The sounds were shattering his control as he ate the man’s pre-cum and swallowed it down.
Fuck!
John knew being with the man was going to be fantastic, but he never imagined Seamus’s taste and the sounds floating down to John’s ears would become like a drug to him.
Using his tongue, John laved the tender depression beneath the swollen crown and then tongue-fucked the tiny slit with a sensual enthusiasm he never knew he owned. Licking away the salty taste of Seamus’s desires was more than an act. It felt like a damn privilege.
Another groan rumbled through Seamus, and in turn, rumbled right down to John’s painfully throbbing cock. His hole pulsed and quivered that the thought of taking this impressive cock into his ass, and that only fueled John to suck the man’s cock with a little more vigor.
Seamus’s hips thrust hard, driving his cock deep between John’s lips. His hips pumped faster, his groans growing louder by the second. Pre-cum was leaking from the head of the smaller man’s cock in rivulets, and John knew his soon-to-be lover was close. Seamus’s moans were becoming broken and fragmented, telling John that Seamus was losing control as his body trembled with tight jerks.
“John…please…gods!”
Hearing the desperate and sultry cries that spilled from Seamus’s mouth caused John to nearly come in his jeans. Parting his lips wider, he swallowed, taking Seamus’s cock as far as he could until his nose was buried in wiry curls. He created stronger suction, driving Seamus’s desire—and his own—higher.
John recognized the signs of an approaching orgasm and was more than ready to swallow the sweet cream of his release. He worked the hard flesh in his throat mercilessly, using everything he could think of to ruthlessly take the gorgeous man to the brink of climax.
As his throat worked to massage Seamus’s length, Seamus came hard, screaming John’s name as his body bowed and his hips pumped frantically. His hot seed spurted down John’s throat in hot ribbons of release. John swallowed greedily, savoring the salty taste of the cream filling his mouth in great spurts.
“Damn!”
John glanced up as he licked the last of the cum off of Seamus’s cock, giving the softening flesh one last lick before he pulled away. And just because John was feeling horny as hell, he gave the two men above him a show by licking his lips in a seductive manner, letting both Yancy and Seamus know just how much he enjoyed the taste of Seamus in his mouth.
“That was fucking hot, man.” Yancy was staring down at him with something akin to astonishment. His lips were slightly parted and his handsome face was flushed as John and Yancy locked eyes.
Oh, yeah. This little arrangement just might work out after all. John grinned, delighted by Yancy’s praise, yet overwhelmed with the sudden need to see if Yancy tasted just as good as Seamus had. “Wanna give it a shot?”
Yancy’s smoky-gray eyes seemed to burst with need as he stared down at John, but then a crooked smile appeared on his lips. “I have something better in mind.” John quickly moved back when Yancy swung Seamus’s pliant body up into his arms. “Which way is the bedroom?”
John jumped to his feet so fast his head swam. He took a few seconds to blink back the dizziness before he smiled up at the man who was three inches taller than him and built like a fucking god. If Yancy wanted to take this to the bedroom, who was he to argue?
But as badly as he wanted to get things going between them, John stopped himself from racing to his bedroom. He didn’t want to seem that desperate—even if he was feeling that way. He led the way out of the kitchen and down the hallway to his bedroom in steady and even strides.
Go him!
As he opened the door and stepped inside, John suddenly wished that he had a bigger bed. Before now, he had been the only one who slept in here. Hopefully, that was about to change on a more permanent level.
John stepped back when Yancy walked in with Seamus, very carefully eyeing the two men that were about to become his lovers. “This will do for tonight, but I’m thinking I need to get a bigger bed.”
He purposefully raked his eyes over Yancy’s thick and tall frame, making sure the man knew exactly what he wanted. Yancy might have a clue since they were stepping into John’s bedroom, but John wanted to make sure Yancy knew that it wasn’t just Seamus he was interested in.
Not by a long shot.
“My bed is king sized,” Yancy replied as he bounced his brows playfully before laying Seamus down on the bed. He straightened and looked around the room. “But I don’t think it will fit in here. We might want to consider getting something bigger.”
John was two seconds away from punching his fist into the air and screaming hallelujah. He just wanted to make sure he wasn’t hearing what he wanted to hear before he did that. John had carefully chosen his words when telling Yancy he needed a bigger bed because he didn’t want to assume anything, but the guy was hopefully speaking John’s desires. “You’re willing to move back here to Cade Creek?”
Yancy swung around quickly, his face looking a little pinched and pale. “You don’t want me to?”
“No, no,” John said in a hurry , realizing now that he had rushed the question so quickly at Yancy that the man might have misunderstood John’s eagerness for hesitation. “I think that’s a great idea. I was concerned about how we were going to work out the living arrangements because I can’t leave Cade Creek like the two of you can. I didn’t…” John swallowed hard as he glanced away from the intensity in Yancy’s smoky-gray eyes. “I didn’t want to live here by myself and only get the chance to see you two when I had time off.”
Yancy’s face flushed as he grinned sheepishly. “I was kind of hoping that you’d give me a good reference with the sheriff.”
John blinked, praying he hadn’t heard the man wrong. “The sheriff?”
Yancy dipped his head in a nod. “I thought I’d apply for a deputy position here in Cade Creek.”
“You’re hired,” John said without hesitation.
“Oh, I…I was joking about the recommendation, John. I’d rather get the job on my own merits.”
“You are getting the job on your own merits, Yancy. After that shit with Ira, I ran a background check on you. I know exactly what you do and how well you do it. You’d be a great asset not only to the sheriff”—John winked—“but to Cade Creek.”
“You ran a background check on me?”
John wasn’t going to apologize for what he had done. “Did you honestly expect me not to after the way you were flirting with Seamus?”
Yancy’s eyes rounded, a small chuckle bursting from his lips. “You were trying to dig up dirt on me.”
Now, wasn’t that the truth!
“I was trying to find any evidence I could get my hands on to put your ass behind bars, or at least make you leave town.” John shrugged. He’d bet anything that Yancy would have done the very same thing. “Other than a beef with your former captain and a reprimand in your jacket for that whole fiasco with Elijah’s former partner, you’re clean. You’ve never even been investigated by internal affairs or had a formal complaint lodged against you.”
Yancy opened his mouth to say something else—John had no idea what—when a shirt suddenly hit him in the face. He turned to see Seamus pushing his unzipped pants the rest of the way down his legs, and almost swallowed his tongue at the bounty before him.