Chapter Nineteen

The smell of something frying woke Will from his sleep. He was alone in the bed and Turner was standing over the cook stove in the kitchen stirring potatoes.

“Good evening, sleeping beauty,” he teased when he saw Will looking his way.

“How long did I sleep?” Will asked, rubbing at his eyes with his fists.

“Six hours.”

“Really?” Will glanced outside and saw that darkness was falling. “Guess I won’t be sleeping tonight.”

Beaux trotted over and laid his head on Will’s leg. Will scratched the hound behind the ears and smiled when he groaned and leaned more of his weight against his leg.

“I think my dog likes you more than he likes me,” Turner noted.

Will nodded as he stood up and stretched his arms over his head, “Of course he does. I’m nicer and I’m much better looking.”

Turner chuckled quietly and shook his head, “Is that right?”

Will just smiled and slid his feet into his boots before grabbing his coat, “Where are you going?” Turner demanded as he took the potatoes off the stove.

“The outhouse, daddy. I’ll be a good boy and come straight back home. I won’t talk to a single stranger.”

Turner rolled his eyes and grabbed a lantern from beside the front door. He lit it and placed it in Will’s hand, “It’s getting dark out there. Are you sure you can make it without help.”

Will nodded and rose on his toes to kiss Turner’s jaw, “I’ll be okay. Been peeing by myself for well over twenty years now.”

Turner frowned, “How old are you?”

“Twenty-two. Is that a problem ol’ fella?”

“I’ll tell you what!” Turner snorted with amusement. “You’re in a mood to start trouble this evening aren’t you? I’ll have you know I’m only thirty and that hardly makes me an ol’ fella. ”

Will waggled his eyebrows, “Can you keep up?”

Turner growled and his eyes lit with the challenge. He reached out and swatted Will on the backside, “You’re gonna start something you might not be able to finish, young gun.”

Will shook his head, clicked his tongue and walked to the back door. He looked over his shoulder and winked, “I always finish what I start, ol’ fella. Don’t you worry about that.”

With that Will quickly ducked out the door leaving Turner standing there looking like a man who was torn between arousal and shock.

Will breathed in the cold air and felt it burn in his lungs a bit. He coughed lightly and winced. He had been really sick that was for sure. But right now he felt good. He was a bit surprised at the way he’d talked to and teased Turner but the truth was that Will was feeling more like his old self.

More like that easy going, laugh a lot, carefree, jokester that he’d been before Thompson Caudill and that brothel and he wanted to share that person with Turner. And he wanted to share a lot more with Turner..

Will’s body heated nicely at that thought as he made his way through the cold and darkness, holding the lantern high. He realized the snow was beginning to melt a bit. It didn’t seem to come as high up on his legs beside him as he walked through the path that Turner had made.

That caused Will to think about what would happen when the snow melted. Would he leave? He didn’t want to. He wanted to stay with Turner and he already knew from the way Turner spoke that the other man wanted him to stay as well.

But the only nearby town was Caudilltown and surely Thompson wouldn’t just let Will live in peace.. Then again Turner had said he owned a ranch. Maybe the two of them could go back to it… Would Turner want to? Hell, Will didn’t know. He guessed it was something they were going to have to talk about.

But for right now, Will was going to answer nature’s call and then, hopefully, go back in that cabin and convince Turner to make real love to him--not that quick rutting they’d done before but something longer, deeper and full of more of the passion that he was certain they were both feeling.

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Turner dished potatoes and beans onto two plates and sat them on the table. He thought about what Will had said and felt his body warm nicely. The man seemed full of energy and feistiness this evening--Turner sure as hell didn’t want to let that go to waste.

His head whipped around when Will came back into the warm cabin and let out a string of exclamations about the air being colder than a well diggers ass and a witch’s tit in December.

“You have experience with either one of those things?” Turner questioned with amusement.

“Never a witch’s tit but I’ve had a well digger in December… I just made him warm up by the fire first.”

Turner laughed loudly and the sound surprised him. It had been a long time since he’d done more than chuckle lightly now and then, and he hadn’t even done that in years until Will had come into his life.

“Well get your ass over to that fire then cuz I sure as hell don’t want it cold,” Turner warned.

Will made a big show of going to the fire and putting his backside close to it. Turner shook his head with amusement and got two clean forks from the cupboard. This was the Will he remembered from the saloon. The Will he’d watched laughing, cutting up, having fun and being the center of attention. This was the Will who had first captured his attention and stolen his heart.

They continued to laugh and talk as they ate their supper. Will told him about the fun he’d had traveling from town to town and Turner had shared a little of his past, letting Will know that he too had once lived a life of roaming town to town--though he didn’t tell Will exactly what he’d been doing during that time.

When they finished their meal, Will offered to wash the dishes in the water that Turner had already had heated up. Turner watched him standing at the counter and growled low in his throat.

He had meant to wait until Will came to him; to let Will be the first to start that level of intimacy between them once again…. But as he’d heard said, the path to hell was paved with good intentions.

Turner had to have Will now. Turner stood and with slow and deliberate steps he made his way toward Will’s turned back. It was clear that Will had not known he was coming. When Turner’s arms slid around his waist the other man let out a yelp and jumped, dropping the plate he’d been washing down into the soapy water.

Turner felt Will stiffen but didn’t let that stop him. He lowered his lips to Will’s neck and feasted on the soft flesh he found there. Slowly he nibbled, licked and nipped, taking in the taste and scent of this man he loved so deeply.

Will moaned his name and pressed his ass firmly against Turner’s eager arousal. Turner growled into Will’s ear, “Not so fast. I’m taking my time with you this time, young gun, just like I should have done from the beginning.”

“I’ve wanted that since I woke up on your sofa that first morning,” Will admitted.

His admission hit Turner hard and simply reminded him of what an ass he’d been. He wouldn’t be that man anymore. He and Will had all night and he intended to use as much of that time as he could.

Turner kept his arms wrapped tight around Will, locking the man’s body against his own. He grazed his teeth against Will’s ear and felt his knees buckle. Turner pulled him backward, making his way to the bed.

Turner whirled around and laid Will down upon the mattress. He looked into Will’s green eyes, dark with desire, and wasted no more time before pressing his lips to Will’s in a fiery crash that stole all thought from his mind.

Turner nipped and tugged at Will’s bottom lip with his teeth, begging for entrance into his mouth. Will’s hands buried themselves in his hair and granted him the access he had so desperately been seeking.

Turner kissed him long and hard leaving both men gasping for breath before he softened the kiss and allowed them both to breathe. Will’s hands slid beneath Turner’s shirt and his fingertips seemed to burn his bare skin as they danced across it.

All thought then fled from Turner’s mind. Acting on nothing but heat and need, Turner pulled Will up and pulled the oversized flannel shirt over his head. His lips quickly sought out that newly exposed flesh.

Will whimpered and arched against the mattress as he fell back against it and Turner licked, nipped and tasted his way across his chest. He ran his fingers along Will’s lean stomach and dragged his teeth along his soft pink nipple.

“Turner…” Will gasped, his hands once again burying themselves in Turner’s hair and tugging hard.

Turner let himself be pulled up and their lips once again joined. Turner lost himself in those kisses and when he felt Will’s hands undoing the buttons of his shirt, he didn’t stop him.

Without breaking the contact of their lips, Turner shrugged out of his shirt and rolled onto his back, pulling Will a top him and savoring the feel of their bare torsos pressing together.

Wood popped in the fireplace, Beaux let out a snore and the wind whistled outside but neither man noticed as they were consumed by their passions. When Will’s lips moved from Turner’s mouth and began to explore his neck and chest, Turner nearly came undone.

It had been far too long since Turner had felt anyone enjoying his body. Since he had allowed anyone to touch him, taste him, feel every inch of him.

Will’s hand traveled down, tracing the lines of Turner’s stomach and then gripping his throbbing arousal through his trousers.

“Damnation, Will…” Turner gasped when Will squeezed it tightly. His hips thrust upward and Will gave him a devilish grin that he hadn’t been expecting.

“Are you impatient?”

Turner looked up into those mischievous green eyes and growled, “I’m about to throw you down and show you just how impatient I am.”

“Promises, promises….” Will teased.

Turner grinned and enjoyed the sound of Will’s started cry when he flipped their bodies and braced himself over Will’s body. Will was so small beneath him that Turner felt that protective side of him firing to life.

He dipped his head low and kissed Will tenderly before letting his mouth once again take a southbound course. He found his way to Will’s pants and quickly removed them.

Will let out an impatient moan and tried to pull Turner’s head up to his cock but Turner stayed put lower down. He took his time to kiss and taste Will’s calves, his inner thighs, his hip bones. He wanted to learn every inch of this man who had so quickly become all Turner needed.

When his lips did finally find their way to Will’s waiting cock he took his time to taste it fully. Will whimpered and bucked against him, clearly eager for Turner to hurry and finish this quickly as he had in the past.

Not tonight.

Instead Turner pulled away, stood up and removed the rest of his own clothes before climbing back in the bed. Will seemed to take the cue and without Turner having to say a word the man was soon lighting his body on fire as his lips followed the same course that Turner’s had made moments before.

Turner nearly surged from the mattress when Will’s mouth found his throbbing arousal. He gripped the sheets tightly and bit back a curse. Turner lost himself in the sensations but soon found he was getting too close to release. With a disappointed growl he pulled Will off of him and laid the man on his back.

Will seemed confused and tried to roll over as Turner grabbed the oil from the drawer beside the bed, “No, Will. I want you like this,” he assured the man, putting his lips against his ear. “I want to see your face when I take you.”

He put the oil in Will’s hand and Will quickly got a bit on his fingers and then closed his hand around Turner’s cock, pumping it slowly and coating it until it was slick and tight.

Turner gave Will once more hot kiss and then positioned himself above him. He slid inside Will in once quick motion and Will cried out with pleasure and pain at the sudden onslaught.

Turner remained motionless for a moment, all wrapped in Will’s tight warmth. Only when Will was clawing at his chest and begging for him to give him more did Turner begin to move.

He kept it slow and easy at first but as Will’s whimpers grew in intensity so did the pace of Turner’s thrusts. He gripped Will’s cock in his hand and pumped it in time with his thrusts.

Turner felt that tightening in his groin, felt that rising heat. He spilled himself inside Will just as Will found his own relief. Will’s exclamations of pleasure as well as Turner’s growls joined in the air and reverberated off the cabin walls.

Turner slid out of Will and cleaned them both with a dirty shirt from the floor before sliding beneath the blankets and pulling Will tight against him

“You’re going to hold me?” Will whispered with surprise, his voice heavy and tired.

“Of course I am. I was a fool not to from the very beginning,” Turner replied. He put his finger under Will’s chin and lifted his head. He looked into those green eyes and smiled, “Do you have any idea how breathtaking you looked when you cried my name, Will? Holy hell, I can’t believe I passed up on seeing that before.”

Will’s cheeks flushed red and he seemed suddenly shy as he ducked his head back down and rested it against Turner’s sweaty chest.

“Are you tired?” Turner asked.

“I shouldn’t be but I am,” Will replied with a yawn. “What can I say? I’m completely relaxed.”

Turner grinned and shoved his hair from his face, “You’re welcome.”

A/N: Sorry it took awhile! I had to wait until my kids were in bed because my six year old kept trying to read over my shoulder! Also the wattpad on my computer will not load properly; something is wrong with it. but it's loading up fine on my hubs so who freaking knows what's going on.......