Remember the Alamo (Legacy Book 1) Page 6

  It wasn’t expected, but Mac’s lips twitched once, then twice as his eyes met Leo’s as well as they could, with the rain running over his face. Then, the smile spread, and he yelled, “Ya said ya loved me!”

  Before he could brace himself, he was grabbed and they both fell to the road in a heap, Mac rolling under him to keep him from being hurt as they landed. His air was force out in a loud, “Hmmph,” followed by silent laughter as Leo moved so he could look down on him.

  “You’re crazy!”

  “Yup, I sure am!”

  Leo moved his face and they shared a terribly wet kiss, but the rain water soaking them didn’t stop the heat that rose between them, Mac’s hands clutching his shirt in the back, leg winding around his.

  It was as Leo thought, Mac letting him take over, no matter his enthusiasm, and Leo didn’t mind it a bit, rubbing his tongue roughly over Mac’s, pressing into the kiss so hard, his lip hurt from it.

  When the kiss broke, he saw the man under him panting, licking his lips shaking his head to try to get the water from his face, and he knew they couldn’t stay there, like that, kissing in the rain, no matter how romantic it might seem. They’d drown.

  He rolled off Mac and somehow got back to his feet, helping Mac up then grabbing his hand to lead him back to the camper. Inside, Mac laughed as he swiped his hand over his face to clear some of the water off, and Leo opened the cabinet where he kept his towels.

  Mac reached for one, and Leo slapped his hand away, losing his childish giddiness as he stared over Mac’s wet form, the western shirt and jeans clinging to his body, showing every muscle, every ridge. Surprised, Mac withdrew his hand, lowering his head to hide his disappointment.

  Leo stepped to him, unfolding the towel so he could wipe it quickly over Mac’s face, forcing him to look him in the eye. “I’ll do that.”

  “What’s…what’s happening?”

  As he lifted the towel to start drying Mac’s hair, he explained, “There’s a lot about me you don’t know, Mac. The thing you need to know right now is that I want you. I see in you all the things you don’t, and I want to show them to you.”

  Mac sucked in a stuttered breath and took a step back from him. “There ain’t nothin’ to show me I don’t know.”

  “Yeah, there is. There’s a lot.”

  The towel fell to the floor, and Leo grabbed his face again, holding him still, kissing him slowly, using his passion to guide his lips and tongue until Mac was trembling all over, and Leo knew it wasn’t a chill from standing in the torrent outside.

  “Take off your clothes. I’m going to fuck the hell out of you for a while, then we’ll talk.”

  Mac moved to his mouth, whispering there, “Can’t say as I don’t like that.”

  He could get so lost in the man, his sweetness, eagerness. Mac kissed him in the most tentative way, a peck against his lips, pulling back as his eyes searched over Leo’s face to assure he hadn’t overstepped.

  Having informed him they were about to have sex, why Mac was so shy, it made no sense, but it made perfect sense when Leo thought about who it was. McCully Blaylock, the man living in the shadow of not just one man, but multiple strong, willful men who’d contributed to his being in the world. A line of them, all shadowing him.

  Leo only hoped that he could help Mac shine, like he deserved.

  When Leo pulled back to give him room to strip, Mac’s head lowered to start on the buttons on his shirt, and he visibly paled right in front of Leo’s eyes. “It’s a damn mess in here. We shoulda gone inta the house.”

  Leo lifted his chin with one finger and fought to hold his gaze. “It’ll clean, Mac. I’m not even a little mad about the mud. It’ll clean.”

  “It’ll…it’ll clean. I’ll clean it.”

  “Yeah, you will, and so will I. Though, I’m sure you’re better at it, being you’ve been around this kind of mud all your life.”

  His head tilted to the side, like he was trying to decide if Leo was messing with him, mocking him. He must have figured it out, starting back on his clothes.

  Each button that was undone, more of Mac came into view, hard chest and stomach, but not like a gym rat, overly ripped. No, this was from hard work, daily manual labor that culminated in this luscious body that was being displayed in front of him.

  Kicking off his boots so he could take down his pants, again he saw the mess on the floor, fidgeting about it, losing the stiffness that was making his already wet-tight pants tighter. Leo knew he’d have to lead Mac through everything, and he didn’t mind. It was what he seemed to be made for.

  “Let me help,” he whispered, kneeling in the mud on the floor, gazing up at Mac. “Lift your foot.”

  “You shouldn’t haveta do that, Leo.”

  His attention on the boot, he sighed, “One thing you need to know about me, McCully, is that I do what the fuck I want, especially when I’m with a man. You don’t like it, tell me now, but if you’re just worried that I’ll get mad at you for something I want to do, then shut the fuck up.”

  His quick intake of air before Leo heard his teeth click together was all the answer he needed. He was making his point while roughly appealing to the submissive man.

  Once the boots were off, Leo didn’t stand again right away, moving his pointed finger through the air in front of Mac’s lower body. “Let’s get this shit off you.”

  It wasn’t easy getting out of the soaking wet jeans, but as soon as he did, he started shivering, causing Leo’s heart to clench. He couldn’t show that, of course, it was too soon. Instead of grabbing a blanket for him, he started to undress, watching Mac’s eyes follow his progress.

  “Eyes here, Mac,” he ordered, and he raked them over Leo once more before locking them with Leo’s. “Good. Very, very good.”

  Face screwing up, brows knit together, Mac’s head tilted once more, and Leo could almost read his thoughts. He was confused as to why Leo was telling him he’d done well, wondering why such a small bit of obedience had won him praise.

  Getting his own pants off was no trip to the fun park, but he managed, all while barely keeping his own eyes on Mac. Once he was naked, Mac froze. “I never seen the like.”

  That made him want to laugh, but he snarked, “Is there something you never seen before?”

  “Huh?” His eyes were back to Leo’s and he blushed the prettiest pink Leo had ever seen. “Oh, well, no, but…yer jus’ so…damn.”

  Though it wasn’t a complete sentence, he’d never had such a wonderful compliment. “Thanks. You too, cowboy.”

  He moved to Mac quickly, grabbing a handful of dripping hair, forcing his mouth against Mac’s and using his other hand to reach down and grab onto the thick rock between the man’s legs. He gave one long stroke while he ravaged Mac’s mouth, dying to taste the cowboy’s cock, but instead, he pulled back enough to say, “Get on my bed.”

  Like he’d been smacked with a riding crop, which suddenly made Leo want to moan at the thought of, Mac jumped and was off, navigating around the piles of clothes discarded on the floor until he was through the door and jumping on the bed, waiting with his legs spread and a shy but gleeful grin on his face that shown through the dim light coming into the room.

  Keeping himself from running in exactly the same excited way, he strode slowly, moving like a hunting cat until he climbed onto the bed and over Mac, who’s smile faltered at Leo’s intense glare.

  “Do what I say, Mac. Only what I say. I’m going to fuck you how I want to, and you’ll take it, won’t you?”

  He nodded erratically, sputtering, “Any-anythin’, I’ll do anythin’.”

  He would do anything, Leo knew. For as much as Leo wanted to believe it was from love, like he knew he felt, he feared Mac was mistaking a dominant man’s presence, a strong man to guide him as he was used to, for the love he thought he felt.

  Heartbreaking as that could be, he couldn’t worry about that. Leo did love the damn cowboy, couldn’t have stopped himself from loving him. For that r
eason alone, he’d help him to realize what an incredible person he was and that he could stand on his own. “You’re beautiful like this, Mac. Willing, trembling for me. I could stare at you for hours like this.”

  His chest was slick with sweat already, and it was heaving as Mac’s breathing grew more frantic. The loveliest quivering came from Mac’s bottom lip, like a child about to cry, but he wasn’t sad, wasn’t afraid. This was the need in him that he’d barely gotten a chance to express before, coming out from every bit of his body.

  There was a small cabinet above the bed and he opened it to pull out the things he’d need. He left a row of condoms on the bed, mostly for show. Mac’s eyes went to it, widening comically as he asked sheepishly, “How many times we gonna do this?”

  “Do what?”

  His breath was mostly what Leo heard as he rushed, “Fuck.”

  “As many times as I want. Do you have an issue with that?”

  He moved to sitting, wrapping tight around Leo with his arms as his legs did the same around Leo’s hips. They were kissing again, and Leo felt it in the kiss, gratitude. Mac knew he needed this, needed a man to want him, to help him, but he’d never be able to say it in words without that help.

  The water was hitting the metal roof of the camper, in cadence with the way his heart was thrumming. Thunder clapped, lightning brightened the room, making the perfect background for what he felt.

  The first moment he saw Mac, he was drawn to him for so many reasons. He could feel the man’s need for help, even if he hadn’t been told by his brother and Shan. He was so handsome, ruggedly so, nothing polished or pretended with him. Everything was right there, on the table for him to see and fall in love with, possibly before he let himself realize it.

  Biting Mac’s bottom lip, he stopped the kiss, struggling with his own desire so he could give Mac what he needed. “L-lay back down,” he stammered, hating himself for it. He couldn’t show weakness, not to a man who needed him to be the strong one.

  Mac didn’t seem to notice as he lay as he was told, his hand reaching for his own dick. Another slap to his hand, surprising him. “That’s mine.”

  Lips parted for the breath he sucked in, and Mac was flush with arousal. Leo took the tube of lubricant, drenching his finger in it before setting one hand on Mac’s knee and moving his lubed fingers in between his ass cheeks.

  “Relax and open for me, baby.”

  Mac didn’t relax a bit, though he tried, holding his breath, spreading his legs more. Leo breached him with one finger, slowly moving it inside, sliding steadily until it had disappeared. Not moving it, he watched Mac, watched him hold back pleas. Were they for him to give him more, or to slow down? He’d never know, because Mac wouldn’t say unless he was prodded to. So, Leo prodded.

  “Talk to me. Tell me what you want, baby.”

  Writhing, his parted lips shut, and his eyes cut over to look away from him.

  “Do you want me to fuck you hard, cowboy? Drive my dick inside you until you can’t remember your own name?”

  He was making his voice drip with sex and Mac responded, nodding, slamming his eyes shut as he clenched around Leo’s unmoving finger.

  “That’s it, baby, that’s my cowboy. My strong, beautiful man wants a dick inside him, ramming so hard, so deep. Yeah…”

  He tried to sit up again, but Leo held out his hand, pushing him into the mattress. He kneeled up and towered over him, showing who was in charge. That’s when he started fingering him, moving slowly at first, easily sliding in and sliding out, watching the man under him grab onto the comforter that he lay on, hips humping. Leo got rougher, fucking his finger into Mac, tightening his wrist, watchful for any signs of pain. There weren’t any, just surprise, and struggle.

  Mac didn’t want to like this so much, Leo could tell. Knowing that Wayne knew his sexuality, that sometimes Mac would hookup with nameless guys from phone apps, that was the extent of his life as a gay man. He was deeply closeted otherwise, and it wasn’t simply from hiding it from his father and neighbors.

  Adding a finger, he continued the rough stretch, adding a third as Mac started to writhe so hard, he was moving up on the bed. While he watched Mac huffing puffs of air, his eyes rolling, Leo got the condom on and moved closer between his legs.

  “Hold behind your knees and spread wide. Once I start, I’m not stopping.”

  “Leo…oh god, Leo.”

  “Yeah, baby, say my name, the man who’s gonna fuck you hard.”

  Lightning struck, and thunder was right behind it, rattling the camper as Leo pushed inside Mac’s tight, needy hole. He fell over him, holding himself up just far enough to keep sight of Mac’s face as he started fucking him.

  “Fuuuuck,” Mac sighed, reaching for him, but Leo grabbed his wrists, holding him down, taking him hard and deep as he’d promised. He’d never break a promise to this man, for the first time in his life, Mac was going to know that he could count on another person no matter what.

  Not that it was a chore. Mac was tight, he was open, letting his wantonness show in his movements, lifting to take more of Leo inside him, his eyes rolling back, mouth working, trying to form words that wouldn’t come.

  Holding him down, taking him, feeling his anus clenching so needy on his cock, Leo thought he’d shoot right off, it was all so good, so fucking sexy. Instead, he forced himself to hold off completion, his desire to watch Mac overcoming his own orgasm to keep going.

  “Leo! Leo, fuck me, god, fuck me! Oh god, fuck me!”

  He went harder, surprising himself that he could. So deep, so fucking hard that he started to hear things falling all over the camper. The thunder was muffling it, but there were definite crashes in the main area, and he found he didn’t care a bit. He’d let it fall in on him to fuck this man as hard as he wanted.

  He set his hand over Mac’s chest, screaming, “Yeah, take that cock! Take me, baby, take all of it!”

  Mac was moving so much, Leo had to hang on to keep from sliding out. He was moving back until he was barley inside Mac’s hole, so he could slam back in, giving Mac long strokes that came in a blur.

  Mac was groaning wildly, the fist Leo had let go of slamming into the wall by the bed. When the rain started coming harder, the sound of in on the roof like they were being sprayed with rocks. It was a chorus, the storm, the rattling of the camper, the grunts from his eager bottom baby and his own keening of pure ecstasy.

  One final thrust and he came so hard he saw spots. He couldn’t breathe or move while it wrenched through him, taking him out of his own head and blocking out everything except for the man under him, who was shooting pearly ribbons of cum from his beautiful cock.

  Mac pulled him down, holding him, kissing the side of his face. “I’ve never done that before, not ever.”

  Leo managed a laugh that wasn’t all air, and asked, “Virgin?”

  “No, no, but never like that. It was…it was fuckin’ intense.”

  Leo rolled off him, lifting his head to try to see into the other room. “I think I broke the camper.”

  “I think you broke me.”

  Forgetting the chaos he may have created, Leo turned over on his side, running fingers through Mac’s sweat-flattened chest hair. “I didn’t ask if you were a bottom, but you spread-eagle on the bed…I kinda assumed.”

  “Nah, I wanted you to fuck me. I’ve done both. What they call it, versatile?”

  Leo didn’t believe that for a second. “Oh yeah? I just thought you liked bottoming, you’re so good at it.”

  Mac’s lips thinned. “What’s that mean? I ain’t no flighty Nancy boy. I can give as good as I get.”

  Leo read so much from that, but he wouldn’t comment on that immediately. Instead, he asked, “What’s wrong with that? Being a Nancy boy, as you said. Fems, twinks, bears, we’re all in the same community. A community you belong to.”

  “I don’t have no community.”

  “You could, Mac. If you trusted yourself or us.”

  At the wo
rd us, Mac’s eyes cut to him, and he scowled, “You…you hang out at them bars and such?”

  “I’ve been known to now and again. You’ve never been to one?”

  A shrug as he dismissed, “A couple times, to hook up, but I don’t hang out, dancin’ ‘round in my underwear, wearin’ pink and high heels.”

  “Big, tough cowboy, huh? Big, tough cowboy that just got a big black dick up his ass.”

  It hit him like a brick, that barely cloaked accusation. He rolled to his side to face Leo and whispered, “I sound like a prick, huh?”

  “A little, yeah. You’re no better than a gay man who wears lavender and cuts hair for a living. Neither am I. It’s not what’s outside that counts, Mac. You of all people should know that.”

  “Me of all people?”

  Leo’s hand swiped back the sweaty curls from Mac’s forehead, loving him a little more every second he looked his way. “Yeah. Like, if I saw a picture of you, I’d think that you were hot, sexy, sure, but a white guy with a cowboy hat. Meeting you, though, you’re so much more than that. Your beauty isn’t outside, no matter how handsome you are. It’s inside, where your heart is, your big, broken and hidden heart.”

  Ducking his head like he always did when faced with something hard, Mac didn’t say a word.

  “Mac, Shan and I, we knew each other in college.” He made eye contact again, and though it may be the hardest conversation of his life, he had to push on. “I helped her, and she thought, well…that I could help you in the same way.”

  As his eyes squinted, he moved back from Leo. His voice was high as he asked, “Did you fuck my sister-in-law?”

  “No!” Leo sat up and grabbed both Mac’s hands. “No, baby, I didn’t. Hello! Gay!”

  “Then how’d you help her that you took so long to tell me about?”

  Swallowing, he tried to think of the best way to approach it, but the only way was straight on. “I’m a Dom. A dominant, like…like in the BDSM lifestyle.”

  Mac relaxed some, which surprised him. “And? What does that have to do with her, or me, for that matter? I ain’t into that shit.”