Colorado Fire - Colorado Heart 2 by Sara York

Tucker spraying his seed on Billy then licking it off. He loved the tongue bath and the benefits of a boyfriend who loved to eat come. He'd been with a few guys who didn't like to swallow. It was disappointing to have to pull out and come in his hand after the guy had given good head. Of course, with Tucker, the man was so new to having sex with guys that he was willing to try anything. Billy had promised him a weekend in Colorado Springs where they could spend the entire time naked, having sex every second they were awake. He hoped that weekend came sooner rather than later.
     

 
     
    Chapter Five
     
     
    Marshal grabbed a beer out of the fridge, and stumbled out to sit on the porch. Grant would be home soon. There was a time that he'd longed for Grant to come home from missions, then Craig happened and it changed everything. He still enjoyed knowing Grant was safe, but the thrill had to die, so over time he convinced himself he wasn't excited by having Grant come home. When Craig had left, Marshal would be lying to himself if he said he hadn't hoped he and Grant might have something, but the desire and want for Grant had died long before he'd hooked up with Zander.
    Had he and Grant gotten together, he wondered if they'd still be here at Wild Bluff. The hours were crazy, the work draining. Sure, they performed a service few were willing to take on. Most of the world was oblivious to what the men on this ranch really did, and they wanted to keep it that way. When stories of governments executing bad guys came out, society freaked, meanwhile they wanted peace in their neighborhoods. With the corruption in politics, there wasn't any hope for justice. The rich had the means to defeat any judgments against them, and the really bad guys were usually filthy rich. Few poor people had the resources to pull together mass bombings or put together huge human trafficking rings. Few of the poor created chemical weapons and used them against other people. Sure, the poor were targeted by the police because they were easy to catch and they couldn’t defend themselves as easily in court. The number of crimes solved went up and the local law agencies looked good on paper, but the real war on crime happened outside of local law enforcement.
    The work at Wild Bluff was rewarding, leaving him mostly fulfilled, but lately he'd found everything less rewarding. Maybe Zander was right and he needed a break. Taking six months off from missions would allow his mind and body to relax. He closed his eyes, thinking about kissing Zander, touching him and holding him. The man knew how to make him hot.
    He wanted more. At first, he'd not been sure about allowing Zander to touch his ass, much less fuck him there, but now, he wanted to feel the thick head of Zander's cock deep inside him. Just imagining the act made him hard.
    The screen door banged closed and he popped open his eyes. Roger had two beers in hand, offering one to him. He took the bottle, grateful he wouldn't have to go in for another one.
    "Are all months this stressful?" Roger stretched out beside him, crossing one long leg over the other. Marshal had always liked guy's legs but now, after he and Zander had done what they had, guy legs were even more important to him. He sat up, adjusting his cock so it wasn't so noticeable.
    "No, this has been one of the more difficult times since I've been here. We usually don't have operatives shot, lose men in the field, or have guys leave the ranch then end up being terrorist. It's been a crazy month."
    Roger took a swig then held his bottle on his stomach. "How do you stay sane? You've been at this for a while, right?"
    "I have, and I'm not sure I'm sane. I need a break. I'm exhausted mentally and emotionally."
    "Are you leaving?" Roger sat up straighter and leaned in close, his eyes wide.
    Marshal smiled and shook his head. "Hell no. I just need to take myself out of the lineup for a while."
    "Can you do that?"
    Marshal took a sip out of the new