Chapter Sixteen

Ruben walked along the trail while hand in hand with Marius. The very simple walk was a revelation to him, who'd never thought he'd ever walk with a guy, holding hands and talking about nothing in particular.

"Dallas is taking me riding tomorrow, which is why our big guy has seen to it that we spend some alone time."

"He, what?"

Marius chuckled. "Yeah. He didn't want you to feel left out."

"I would never! But that's really sweet of him. He's like someone with DID or something. He's got such distinct personalities."

"What's…DID?"

"It used to be called multiple personalities. I know he doesn't. Bad joke."

"Not bad. It's true, he's lots of very different men all rolled up in a fine ass and nice pecs."

"Ah," Ruben said, laughing. "An ass and tit man."

"Damn right!"

Ruben stopped, stopping Marius with him. "You can't ride."

"Duh."

"Then how are you going riding?"

"One the back of a horse, holding onto that cowboy with both hands!"

Ruben rolled his eyes while he giggled. "I think you're all kinds of crushing on him. I know the feeling."

They started walking again, the yellowing grass of the field where they walked told Ruben winter was closing in on them. "Soon there won't be a lot of building going on."

"Yeah. That's why they're trying to break ground on a lot of the buildings, and put in the basements or crawl spaces, and pour concrete before winter hits. Everyone's in a rush, that's why it sucks losing people."

"Do you think you guys will find anything?"

"I doubt it. Even if they were killed and they're not just off somewhere, getting their drunk and fuck on, finding them here?"

"We found Sondra."

"Is that her name? Hell, I know you did, babe, but that was a freak coincidence. How many do you think we can have of those?"

Ruben shrugged, hoping that Marius was right. If there was danger at the ranch, he'd worry himself sick over Dallas and Marius, his sister and other friends. "I hope they find Harrison soon. He was mean and nasty, but he gave me a job that now I really love. And I didn't hate it before."

"You love it more now because you're getting regular sex."

"Yeah, that's one reason, sure! I don't have to lie." Ruben stopped them again and asked cagily, "Did he just say spend time together, or can we…you know?"

"You know?" Marius grabbed Ruben's face with both hands and held him there. "I know what? Say it."

"Can we fuck?"

Marius kissed him so deeply that he got Ruben moaning like a wanton slut. He couldn't help it. He wanted the man, and would be a total slut for him and Dallas.

"You too, you know."

"Me too, what?"

Marius kissed him tenderly and confessed, "I am crushing on you. A lot."

"Oh, I know," he said, then laughed before Marius kissed the humor right out of him. After the kiss, Ruben watched him as he turned all the way around, then grabbed his hand again and started much more quickly toward the trees.

Ruben was running to keep up with the man who had much longer legs, but once they were just inside the cover of trees, he was stopped in his tracks and pushed against a ridged elm tree, the one tree standing out against the evergreen. The leaves were turning golden and rust, and some fell around them as Marius's eyes stabbed into his, the lust evident on his reddening face.

He breathed like he'd been lifting hundreds of pounds, his neck corded, jaw popping, all the signs of the most intense desire in a man like Marius. A wiseguy, a man in a criminal organization, likely who'd seen and done things that should make Ruben shake in fear instead of shaking in need for the man.

The raw sexuality of him, the lips that smashed against Ruben's, he was surrounded in a red cloud of pure heat. The breeze that blew around the trunk of the tree tried to cool him, but it was no use.

Ruben was flipped around to face the tree, and he held onto it, knowing what was coming. Behind him, Marius was readying himself, and Ruben heard the condom wrapper being torn open, but that didn't stop him from running a hand down Ruben's back and from saying words to him that lit him up with lust and calmed him by letting him know he was cared for.

When he was entered, Marius slid inside of him, which wasn't easy. He was taller than Ruben but quite a bit, so he had to bend his knees to lower enough to get in position, but he held Ruben around the waist while he let him adjust.

"You need to be able to ride, or Dallas'llhave my head. Tell me if it's getting too rough for you to ride."

"I will," he breathed, but knew he was lying. He wanted it hard, rough, and he'd somehow deal with the pain of riding. An inflatable donut came to mind one second before Marius filled him completely and he lost all rational thought.

Fuck, he even lost his irrational thought.

He was stretched to the limit, and he panted through the initial pain, but that didn't stop how hot he was. The pain only made it better, knowing the man was inside him, knowing his beautiful, thick cock was inside him, Ruben was letting his eyes close to better feel it.

The burn, the stretch, the ache. It was part of the experience, and it was a part he didn't mind in the least. In fact, once they got into some real kink, they'd both be surprised at how much pain he could take.

Marius started to thrust after pulling nearly out of him completely. Oh, the hard, driving thrusts were fucking phenomenal, not grazing his prostate, but ramming into him and pushing it like he was hammering a nail. Ruben was lost in that feeling, lost in the thoughts of Marius and Dallas both dressed in leather, or maybe just leather pants, bare chested as they took turns on him, like he was just a hole for them to fuck.

Ruben had some brazenly kinky thoughts, had for a long time. He liked rough sex. There was nothing better. That pain that was carried on the current of sexual satisfaction and it elevated his arousal so badly, he had a hard time containing his climax.

He instinctively knew, however, that both men he wanted would keep him from that every chance they got.

But…not that day.

That day, it was as if Marius was on a mission to give Ruben an orgasm that would blow the top of his head off. His hand snaked around Ruben, grabbing his hard shaft to play with it while he continued pummeling the hell out of Ruben's ass.

Ruben's mind wandered again to what it would look like for the two of them to be alone. How snarly and violent their sex would be, how they'd sweat, growling out words and biting at one another's flesh.

Ruben saw those images in his mind, felt that hand on him, that heavy cock hitting all the right spots inside him, and he came so hard, his knees buckled until he had to hold onto the tree so Marius could finish his fuck.

And it didn't happen fast. The guy had amazing stamina. He laughed when Ruben came so fast, fucking him even harder, moving his hips like a racecar, fingertips pushing into the flesh of his waist.

God, Ruben was in a thick cloud of sex, where the light couldn't reach, and he felt like he'd start floating on that cloud with only Marius to hold him to earth. When the man finished with a grunt, he fell away from Ruben, who couldn't hold himself upright another minute. He fell back on top of Marius, who gave a loud, "Oomph," then laughed.

"That was fast. Sorry."

"That was not fast," he said between pants. "I've had fast."

Marius recovered some and moved them both so he was on his side, staring down at Ruben sweetly. "Besides Dallas, don't talk about other men around me. I happen to be a possessive asshole. I'm trying to get over it."

That gave him chills. He didn't want some neanderthal that would lock him in a room and feed him pizza crusts and cloudy water. No. But he was all for being so loved and cherished that his guys didn't want him with anyone else.

"So, this threesome we're exploring, we're just us?"

"Yeah. I figured we'd be fine with two other men. Do you want us to be open?"

"No," he said without hesitation. "That could change, I suppose, for any of us, once we're together a while, but for now, no."

Marius's fingers traced the ridges and valleys of his face as he pointed out, "You only wanted Dallas before I came along."

"True, but I also saw the spark between you two. I liked you both. Why not have two? But to see either of you with someone else the way you are with me? I guess I'm selfish."

"I must be too. Well, the two of us have that in mind, but will he?"

Ruben didn't know, but he thought of Dallas that was the day-to-day cowboy, and he knew it. "He'll only want us. He's going to tell us that we can't even look at other men. At least, like us, at first. But I think of the three of us, he'll be the one to keep it that way for as long as we're together."

"I'd bet you on that."

"Ten bucks?"

Marius laughed in that deep, resonating voice. "Fifty. And if you can't afford it, I'll suggest to Dallas to give you a raise to cover it."

"Ever the knight in shining armor."

"That's me."

They walked back hand in hand, and the wind was much colder. Ruben looked over the rapidly changing leaves on the trees that covered the mountains. It was a painter's palate, the colors ranging from lemon yellow to deep chocolate brown.

All that in the sea of green, and Ruben knew it was almost time for winter. "I can't wait to be in that house with the two of you while it's snowing."

"You're getting ahead of yourself. What if he dumps us both before winter?"

"One, he's not going to dump us. Two, winter's here."

He laughed and reminded Ruben, "It's September."

"You live in Ohio, right?"

"I did, yeah."

"Didn't they have winters?"

Marius laughed again. "Yes!"

"Then you know, it's not predictable. And here? It's totally possible and probable it's going to snow in September all the way to June. Not always, not every year."

"Shit! Are you serious?"

"Haven't you felt the cold mornings and icy winds? That is the calling card of a hard winter."

Marius groaned, "Fuck. Why couldn't they build this thing in St. Bart's?"

The wind picked up and it was blowing right through his T-shirt. He'd have to pull out his coat soon. "I don't think a barn kink club would have the same appeal. Maybe a tiki kink bar."

"No, guess you're right."

"Besides, we'll keep each other warm. I promise."

Marius nodded and whispered, "You keep me warm just looking at you."

"Ditto."

When they met at the house that evening, Ruben cooked again, posole and fry bread, announcing to them, "A little bit of cuisine from both sides of me."

"The front and back? You didn't come in the soup and add shit to the fry bread, did ya?" Marius asked as he tore the bread in half.

"Um, gross. No, shithead, they're from my Mexican and my Creek sides."

Dallas was chuckling and said, "You get ‘im, Ruben."

"I got him today. Mighty fun too," Marius bragged.

Dallas's eyes were glowing with heat. "Oh? You'll have to tell me all about it after I eat. It's too hard eating with a boner."

"You ate my ass just fine the other night," Ruben pointed out.

"That is different."

Marius brought it up, and Ruben's ass puckered as he sat back from the conversation, keeping his opinions to himself until he heard Dallas's. "We were talking today about…us. The three of us, and if we decided this was it, we were a thing, then would we be exclusive, the three of us or open?"

Dallas was chewing a bite of bread as he stared hard at Marius. He didn't say a word, but his eyes soon moved to Ruben, who didn't know how to act.

"So, we just wondered what you thought of it. I've never been in one that lasted long, and from what you two have told me, you haven't at all."

As his eyes moved to the bowl of soup, he grunted, "Nope. Never have."

Marius and Ruben both stared at him, waiting for some kind of opinion, but he just kept noisily slurping his soup and chewed on the bread.

They finally both laughed, and Marius asked, "You think he knows we bet on it?"

"No, I think he's just this difficult."

"Bet on what?"

Marius looked over at him and said, "If you wanted to be exclusive or not."

"Oh. How much was the bet?"

Ruben sighed, irritated. "Fifty bucks."

"Oh, yeah?"

He wasn't giving the most minute indication of his thoughts on the matter. Marius leaned over to whisper, "He's trying to see where we land on it before he says. Not very Dommie of him."

Ruben could tell he was trying to push Dallas, and it was working. Dallas stared right at him, chewing slowly.

He decided to help. "Yeah, he probably doesn't care if we go fucking every guy that comes to the resort, you know, once it's running. But, you know, there are a lot of fine men here already."

"True. I really wonder if Hunter Westmore and his husband have an understanding."

"Right? He's hot."

Dallas gently set the small piece of frybread he had left on the plate beside his bowl and rose slowly, never looking at either of them. Walking around the island, he got between the two of them as they waited breathlessly for him to say something.

Suddenly, at once, Dallas grabbed them both in the backs of their necks and squeezed, pushing their heads a little. "If we're doing this, and you want me, you will keep yourselves for me. Do you understand?"

The way he gritted that, his growly voice and his tightening grip, Ruben almost came again. Marius chuckled and said, "You just cost me fifty bucks."

Dallas pushed him a little and Ruben caught Marius's eyes flash. "Answer."

It happened so fast, they were both a blur. Marius pushed off the stool, and it fell with a loud clash to the floor before the two of them struggled until Dallas was pushed into the wall near the back door. Marius bared his teeth like a wolf and held Dallas in place by the throat. "I don't want anyone else. Is that answer to your fucking question?"

Dallas's teeth bared too, in a smile that was pure wickedness. "There he is, the fucking hitman."

"Oh, baby, I'm no hitman, but I wouldn't mind hitting you. Fucking you, that is."

Dallas moved and soon it was Marius against the wall, but even as Ruben panted in heat over the sight of those two struggling, they began to laugh.

Each fell to the floor, holding their guts as they laughed uncontrollably. Ruben stood, annoyed, his hand on his hip. "You're both fucking cruel."

"Cruel! How are we cruel?" Marius got out between guffaws.

"I was turned on! You broke that." He took down his pants to show his limp cock. "See, nothing."

"I wouldn't say that," Dallas said as they both stared at him.

"Yeah, I see something, all right."

Before he could get away, they caught him, and all he felt were hands all over him until he was pulled to the floor with them, and he was stripped roughly.

What he didn't realize until he heard himself, was that he was laughing like they were. One mouth on his dick ended that, but he still felt the joy and fun of it. The lust was just an added bonus.

Marius held him around the chest while Dallas sucked him, Marius's teeth sinking into his neck or earlobe, his hot breath on his neck was making him crazy. Then there was Dallas's mouth on his cock, this tongue flicking over the piss hole, he wouldn't last five minutes.

The two big, fighting bulls who snarled at one another and clashed with their big, hard bodies was enough to push Ruben over the edge just standing around. But to be in that position on the floor, having them doing the things they were doing, he wouldn't last.

When he came in Dallas's mouth, he felt it through every bit of his body. He lit up like a Christmas tree, writhing on the floor even though he was stiff as a four-by-four. Marius was chuckling, but he didn't let Ruben go. "You just shot your load, didn't you?"

Dallas came up, wiping over his mouth with the back of his hand. "Sure did."

Ruben was dizzy, tired and could barely move. "That was…"

"Yeah, we got the memo," Marius said. He was taking so much joy in Ruben's arousal, it was making him laugh.

Ruben smiled wearily at the two of them. "So, I won the bet, right?"

Marius fished for his wallet, took out a fifty and slapped it on his sweaty chest, his shirt in a bunch around his arms and neck. "There. Now you look like a hustler."

Ruben took the money and fanned himself with it. "Nice. Very nice."

Dallas helped them both to their feet, though Ruben's legs barely held him. "And I wasn't kidding. If we do this, we're doing it right."

Marius sighed and said, "I'm all for that, sure. But it's probably time we have some talks. Like Dallas said, we have some shit to work out, so we're not wondering about all this. If we don't end up being together or if we are, we should know the rules."

"Rules?" Dallas asked, grinning. "Didn't think criminals cared much for those."

"We don't, unless we're making them, and who better than a wiseguy?"

"Jesus H Christ," Dallas sighed. "Well, let"s go out on the porch and talk some."

Ruben took a deep breath as he watched them walking out the back door. Conversations made him nervous. What if they discovered something in the course of it that meant they couldn't be together? He didn't think he could handle it. He was already in love with them both…