Something Sinful This Way Comes [McQueen Was My Valley 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Karen Mercury Page A

thigh. Nathan peeked through his fingers. Though the game warden’s head and torso were silhouetted against the bright blue sky, Nathan could still make out that his shaded eyes were fixated on Nathan’s bulging crotch. His lower lip hung slackly as though about to drool down on him.
    Nathan’s loaded crotch now pulsated with voluptuous craving, the cock lengthening and swelling toward the questing fingers, begging to be touched.
    Longtree’s fingers slid under the ball sac to tickle there. Nathan spread his thigh even wider, moving his bare foot away from the rock. Longtree smeared his sweaty fingertip against the sensitive perineum near his asshole, Nathan had to gasp, to gulp air.
    “You like this, don’t you,” Longtree said lewdly, and slid the entirety of his other palm under the fabric of the jock, to fully grasp his cock at the base.

Chapter Five
     
    The corrections officer literally in Julian’s hands was one hot hunk of masculinity.
    Julian “Fresh Air” Longtree was sensitive enough to know that this gorgeous slab of manhood was probably in a much more menacing and perilous field than simple highway patrol. The way he moved, brandished his firearm. The way he avoided direct questioning. Julian knew nothing about this muscular brute other than he was hung like a racehorse. And he did not slap Julian down so hard he’d never come up for air, not even when Julian dared to twine his long fingers around the trunk of that impressive dick.
    He had no doubt the cramp had not been faked. Julian could feel the muscles bunching, seizing up.
    He knew he was taking quite a risk. It was sly of him to move his fingers to the pulsing dick while still massaging the cramping muscles. He was lucky Nathan didn’t wallop him upside the head, but Nathan lay still as a listening deer, gripping Julian’s shirtsleeve, his eyes squeezed tightly closed. When he swept the other hand underneath the balls to tickle the perineum, Nathan finally gasped.
    “You like this, don’t you,” Julian said in a low voice, pressing his fingertips against the perineum, the same way he enjoyed being touched himself.
    Nathan’s eyes popped open, and in a flash he’d let go of Julian’s sleeve and was gripping his wrist. Trained in self-defense, Julian could tell. “ No ,” he growled. But even as he squeezed Julian’s wrist in his powerful fist and his eyes flashed with emotion, Julian could tell it wasn’t truly anger or alarm at Julian’s boldness.
    Nathan was just attempting to cover up for the fact that he liked Julian’s touch.
    Julian had seen this often. Fellows who were normally quite straight but became sexually aroused when touched by another man. They often felt compelled to protest at first—just to make it look good, lest anyone accuse them of being secret fags.
    So Julian smiled and squeezed the erection. He saw the flutter of indecision at the corners of Nathan’s eyes. The pupils contracted as though he were about to pass out. Nathan gained control again and squeezed Julian’s wrist even harder, digging his fingers in. “ No ,” he growled again. “I don’t like it.”
    “Oh, yeah?” Julian teased lightly. Although Nathan’s nostrils flared and his eyes flashed a warning sign, he had only gripped one of Julian’s wrists, and Julian was now free to lift the entirety of the beautiful hard-on from the stricture of the jock. Ah, beautiful . Long and thick, the massive penis was heavy and warm in Julian’s palm. He hadn’t jacked a dick this beautiful in a long time. “I think you like it. I think you’re a lot more perverted and deviant than you let on.” He spit in his palm and slicked up the pulsating cock. His fist glided smoothly over it like a glove. “You think just because you’re a law enforcement officer you’re immune to any image that isn’t by-the-books. But bottom line—you like having your cock jacked no matter who’s doing it.”
    Julian was right—Nathan had relaxed his grip on