Ride the Roan Stud (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove) by Stevie Klark

Author:Stevie Klark
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.
Published: 2014-12-04T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen:

And Erotically Dueled

“This is the Boss Lady...give me a call later. I had to make changes to Vicky’s birthday party. It’s just been crazy town getting everything planned this year. Hope your guest is healing.” Click.

Ghost recognized the woman’s voice from before—Grant’s sister calling about his niece’s party, now two days away on Saturday, as the Big Ranger had told him.

Alarmed by the sudden change in Grant’s auric field—the dark streaks slashing through the whirling dance of stars and jewel-vibrant colors, Ghost asked, “Is something wrong?”

“Love. Mate,” Grant uttered without opening his eyes. “The connection.”

“Connection?” Reaching out, Ghost stroked Grant’s big broad shoulder to comfort him. With relief, he watched the dark streaks lessen.

“You and me, together,” Grant answered. His eyelids fluttered, and Ghost felt the return of the Big Ranger’s physical strength. Once he’d fully opened his eyes, and their gazes merged, Grant enfolded Ghost’s hand within his. “You’re my mate.”

Joy flooded Ghost. Like days of rain pouring on the parched land, he thought. “Yes, our souls searched for each other. I had the vision when we climaxed.”

Grant nodded once, obviously pondering on what happened between them. He sensually thumbed Ghost’s palm, and they continued gazing at one another.

“Then, it’s a done deal.” Grant gently pressed his thumb pad on the sensitive skin in the center of Ghost’s hand, then added, “On the spiritual level.”

“Our spirits meet and agree,” Ghost murmured, soaking in the man-stallion’s essence, large as the Western sky. “Yes, Grant, a done deal.”

A warm silence fell around Ghost as Grant smiled with his eyes. Immersed in each other, they simply held hands until finally the Big Ranger let go his hand. “Why don’t I clean...”

“Stay put,” Ghost interrupted. He rolled off the bed, then padded around the large lovely piece of furniture to the nightstand. After retrieving the towels and gel Grant had mentioned earlier, Ghost returned.

With care, he cleaned Grant’s well-hung package, then wiped his own cock off. All the while the Big Ranger watched, his pale gaze darkening with pleasure. “Wash basket is beside the bed on my side,” he spoke, once Ghost finished.

Twisting his large frame, Grant grabbed the basket. He held it out, and Ghost dropped the towels and cleanser inside.

After setting the basket down, the Big Ranger propped his head on his elbow. “Guess we’ll find out if we can live together.” He quirked a large grin. “You know, I’m not the easiest stud to get along with...been living alone for a long time now.”

“I’ll speak with a horse whisperer,” Ghost bantered. He stretched out and faced Grant. Hearing his own words, Ghost decided to seek such wisdom from the Native American horsemen he knew, at his first opportunity.

“Yeah, well, in the meantime, why don’t we find out if we can sleep together.” Grant lassoed Ghost with one arm dragging him close. “I need a nap.”

Ghost loved the Big Ranger’s commanding way. Snuggling close, he settled his ass against the Big Ranger’s flaccid cock. Grant wrapped his brawny arms around him, and Ghost molded himself to the curve of his hunky enormous body.

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