Chapter Seven

Turner slipped his clothes back on as he stood in the sunlight beside the half frozen river and shivered in the cold. He’d needed that quick bath to cool the heat that Will had sent raging in his blood.

Last night, seeing the man so weak, so vulnerable, so damn unsure had caused the protective, dominating side of Turner to come flaring to life He’d wanted to lay the man down, take him, remove that fear and uncertainty. He’d also wanted to find Thompson Caudill and punch the man square in the face.

And then Will had had the nerve to call him a friend! Turner snorted. He wasn’t interested in being Will’s friend. There was only one thing he wanted from Will and that was his body. He wanted to be the man’s lover and nothing more. He just wanted that tempting man for himself--at least until the snow melted.

It had been one of the toughest things that Turner had ever done to simply walk away from Will in that moment. But walking away had been the right thing. Will had been too upset and Turner had been too turned on and too angry all at once. It wouldn’t have ended well.

Turner let out a long breath that crystallized in the air and swirled around his head. He was feeling a bit more steady now, a bit more in control. He’d always been hot-headed. It was something that Peter had always been scolding him over but Turner didn’t figure it was something that would ever change completely. Though he had gotten a bit better at controlling his temper over the last few years.

Sparing one last glance at the sun, Turner headed back toward the cabin. He needed to fix something for breakfast and see if Will had finally waken up.

Turner rounded a bend in the trail he had shoveled and his eyes fell on Will. The sunlight was shimmering off his blond hair and his green eyes were sparkling as he wrestled the stick from Beaux’s mouth. Will raised his arm and threw the stick, his laughter dancing on the breeze as Beaux took off after it, tripping and stumbling through the snow.

Will turned and caught Turner’s gaze with that bright smile still lighting up his boyish face, deepening his dimples and crinkled the skin around his nose. In that moment Turner’s tight hold he’d been keeping on the reigns of his desire broke lose and holding back from what he wanted was no longer an option.

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Will froze and the amusement he’d felt while playing fetch with Beaux quickly vanished when he saw Turner heading his way with hunger in his eyes and determination in his step.

Will retreated but didn’t have far to move before his back was against the rough wood of the cabin door. Still Turner didn’t slow his approach.

Will’s mouth worked but no words would come. Turner’s heat soon surrounded him. The man was so close that Will could see the pulse in his neck. Will felt like a mouse caught too close to a bird of prey. His heart raced, his breathing quickened and his legs shook.

Then suddenly, Turner pounced.

Will’s breath was stolen completely when Turner’s mouth found his. The other man’s lips quickly molded around his and Will was unable to do anything other than close his eyes and moan.

Turner used that moan to his advantage and deepened the kiss. He nipped at Will’s lip to gain further entrance to his mouth and Will obliged. Will grabbed the front of Turner’s shirt in an effort to hold his balance as the other man shoved him harder against the door.

The cold around them was forgotten as Turner moved his lips to Will’s cheek and then slowly took them on a path to his neck. Will felt his legs buckle when Turner’s teeth nibbled at the tender flesh beneath his ear.

How long had it been since a man had taken the time to try to give him pleasure? How many men had been mean, rough, abusive cruel and simply taken what they wanted without giving him a thing in return?

Will knew he should push Turner away. He shouldn’t let one more man take something from him… but then again Turner wasn’t taking anything by force; Will was going to give it to him freely. Will needed this. He needed to lay with someone he wanted to lay with in order to prove he still had power over his body. He needed to feel the pleasure to remind himself that the last six months were truly over and in the past.

Turner forced all thoughts from Will’s mind when he pressed his body tight against him and he felt Turner’s hard arousal. Will forgot all about thinking and wondering if this was right. He had once been a man who took life by the horns, held on tight and enjoyed the ride. Thompson Caudill had tried to take that away from him. Will was going to prove he hadn’t.

Without a word, Will reached behind him and opened the door, pulling Turner with him as he entered the warm cabin. Turner growled low in his throat and kicked the door closed behind them, ignoring Beaux’s whimpers as the hound realized he’d been left outside.

Will pulled away from Turner and started for the bed but Turner grabbed his arm, yanked him back to him and led him toward the sofa instead.

Will found himself thrown down upon the cushions and he stared up at Turner. Turner’s dark hair was falling across his face, his dark brown eyes were hungry and ran up and down the length of Will’s body.

Turner knelt down and removed Will’s boots. Will trembled when Turner’s fingers undid his pants and slowly slid them down his legs. Calloused fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of Will’s thighs and he moaned with pleasure.

“Damnation…” Turner ground out and before Will could ask what was going through the man’s mind, Turner’s mouth closed around the tip of his cock.

Will surged upward with a cry of surprise and Turner looked up at him. He raised his brow, his lips still firmly wrapped around Will’s arousal and the sight of that was the single most erotic thing that Will had ever witnessed.

Turner seemed to be waiting and gauging Will’s reaction. Will forced himself to relax against the sofa and he buried his hand in Turner’s hair, urging the man to continue.

The cold of outside was quickly forgotten as Turner’s mouth enveloped him completely. Will lost himself in the pleasure and the heat. His hips took on a mind of their own as he began to rock back and forth. He groaned out Turner’s name as the heat in his groin grew to a near unbearable level.

Will realized with embarrassment that he was already about to find release. He tried to push Turner off of him but the man gripped his hips tightly and let out a growl that let Will know he didn’t want to be stopped.

Will gripped the sofa tightly and then was blinded when his release quickly took hold of his body. Over and over the shockwaves of pleasure coursed over him. He was unable to speak or think as he rode out the tremors and Turner continued to caress his cock with his mouth.

Will let out a whimper when Turner pulled away. Will tried to pull the man down onto the sofa with him. He wanted to hold him, to feel their bodies close together, to share kisses, touches and a bit of tenderness.

Will looked into Turner’s dark eyes but if Turner knew what he wanted it seemed Will wasn’t going to get it. Turner grabbed him and flipped him over. Will heard Turner undoing his trousers and the drawer of the table beside the sofa rattled.

Will saw the Neatsfoot oil in Turner’s palm and he knew what the man was going to do with it. Nerves danced in his stomach. Would it hurt? Will couldn’t deal with more pain…. He didn’t want pain. But he did want Turner. He wanted this. He had to trust the man wouldn’t hurt him.

Will whimpered when he felt Turner’s large arousal rub against his ass. One of Turner’s calloused hands closed around Will’s shoulder holding him in place and then all at once, Turner was inside of him.

Will cried out and Turner froze.

“Are you okay?” Turner growled.

Will gripped the sofa, burying his face against the cushion. Hell yes he was okay. Damn he had never been filled so completely or had it feel so good. The oil that Turner had rubbed on himself had ensured that he slid in without resistance. Will had never had a man take the time to do that before.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” he whispered.

Turner didn’t seem to be looking for any more encouragement. He began to pump hard and fast into Will.

Will grabbed the sofa tightly, he whimpered and cried out with his pleasure as Turner rode him with everything he had. Once will looked over his shoulder at Turner but the other man’s head was pointed to the ceiling so Will couldn’t see his face.

Will focused instead on the pleasure. He heard Will’s breaths growing quicker and his grunts louder. The grip Turner had on Will’s shoulder tightened just before the man drove into him one last time and began to shudder. Several more times, Turner jerkily moved in and out of Will before sliding out completely.

Will rolled over expecting Turner to come down onto the sofa with him but instead filled with confusion and disappointment when he saw Turner had already turned his back and slid his trousers back up his legs.

Without a word Turner headed for the front door. “Where are you going?” Will demanded.

“Out,” Turner replied gruffly.

If Will wanted further explanation it was clear he wasn’t going to get it as Turner grabbed his coat and gloves and then headed out into the snow, slamming the door behind him.

Will swallowed hard before standing and pulling his trousers back on. He curled up on the sofa and stared into the fire burning beneath the mantle. He wasn’t sure what had just happened…..

Turner had given him more pleasure than he’d felt in his entire life. Every single touch, not that there had been many, had caused Will to tremble and ache for more. He had thought that Turner felt the same. He had thought that maybe Turner felt the same tenderness toward him that he felt himself feeling for Turner….

Clearly he’d been wrong.

Turner had used him just the same as the men at the brothel had used him. The only difference was that Will didn’t regret it… he didn’t regret it one little bit. As a matter of fact, he wanted to be used again.

A/N: There you go ;)  A little bit of real heat! Please keep in mind that this is only my second Manxman story so go easy on me! I know I don't have as many readers for this as I have some of my other stories but please remember that feedback is my crack! Supply me, y'all!!