Conrad, Kelly - Rogue Preacher (Siren Publishing Ménage and More ManLove) by Kelly Conrad Page A

Sunset heaved a gun upwards, and with a well-placed toss, it landed on the ledge outside the bars with a muffled clink. Vince’s gaze shifted. When he saw the gun, his gaze cut this way and that to make sure they weren’t being watched. “What the hell is this?”
    “You know what it is. Take it, and get out of there.”
    “Why are you doin’ this? You’re the reason we’re here.”
    “I’m stupid, that’s why. I’ll probably be sorry tomorrow, but tonight it seems the right thing to do. If you want out, take it and make your escape. If not, I’ll see you around.” Without saying anything more, Sunset furtively crept away, sneaking through the alley until he came to the street. While still covered by shadows, he peeked around the corner wall of the jail to make sure he wouldn’t be seen, and then got on his horse and rode hell-for-leather to Vince’s hideout—and waited.
    The minutes crept by, turning to hours. By the time the sun was coming up, he looked out when he heard the gallop of horses’ hooves on the ground. He turned away from the window and began to pace. What the hell would he tell Vince? He didn’t know himself why he did it. They needed to be locked up and hanged for the crime they’d committed, but he just couldn’t let it happen. He kept reminding himself that they’d killed his wife, but somehow—hell, it wasn’t that it didn’t matter, it did, but it seemed so far in the past now. So many things had changed. He was a different man. That day, like so many others, was behind him now, and he had to look ahead. He led a new kind of life—a life that didn’t touch his wife. He felt as if he’d actually died and been reincarnated into who he was now, and this man, whoever he was, led a different kind of life. No longer the preacher, the do-gooder, or the peacemaker, he didn’t really know what was ahead for him, but he had a feeling he was about to find out.
    The minute Vince and Chick walked in, they all went into each other’s arms, their hungry kisses wet and sweet with desire, their bodies pressed together. With the welcome feel of their cocks pressing against him, Sunset knew he was lost in a maze of decadence he now called home.

Chapter Six

    With a frantic pull at his clothes, and their mad rush for the bed, Sunset could feel passion rising in him like the hottest fire, clouding his brain. His thoughts were swirling. This was what he’d thrown his whole life away for. A hard cock and a firm ass. He couldn’t help but be ashamed of the way he felt, but he couldn’t deny that his lips ached for their kisses, hot kisses that were rough, but still gentle.
    He wanted to push them away, but a kiss on his lips and a hand on his cock stopped him.
    Flames surrounded him, engulfing him in sinful heat. The feel of their flesh against his was intoxicating, making that heat ripple beneath his skin. In the flush of sexual desire, their eagerness excited him. Their lips sought every inch of his body, sucking, licking, and nibbling until he met their desire with that of his own. And then they began their wild acts of love and wouldn’t stop until every unholy flame was quenched.
    He savored the taste of the wild prairie that flavored their kisses, the wild Texas wind that branded their skin. He longed for a tongue with the taste of sin on it, causing another surge of god-awful heat to fill him until it at last burst like an exploding gun. Every thought of resistance fragmented as their hands and lips continued their hungry search of his body. Turbulent passion swirled, hot tide raged, guttural moans roared as they engaged in this raw act of passion. Sunset couldn’t help it. He became lost between their bodies and surrendered to their every touch of his trembling body.
    Now, as he lay on the bed with one on each side of him, they loved his body with their kisses, salted with sweat. Their cocks grew and rubbed against his as their lips grazed his body, biting, nibbling, licking, sucking.