Roughstock: And a Smile--Season One
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by B. A. Tortuga
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: It's Coke Pharris' job to save bull riders from bulls, and he takes his work very seriously. Which is why he's devastated when one of his favorite riders gets hurt, and he's determined to help the young man ride again. Dillon Walsh is the arena entertainer for the bull riding tour, and he wants to help. He also wants Coke, has been admiring the man for a long time. He hasn't made a move on Coke for fear of messing up their friendship, but when he finds out Coke might feel the same way, Dillon has to try to win Coke over. Coke thinks he's too old for Dillon, too beat up and scarred, but he can't resist when Dillon finally makes a play for him. Dillon is like a wet dream for Coke, and the two of them have a great time getting to know each other better, at least until the danger of their job threatens to come between them. Will Dillon and Coke be able to help their friend and weather the problems that blow their way?
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Top Shelf, 2008 http://www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: November 2008
115 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [252 KB]
Reading time: 151-211 min.
The rest of the rides went easy as pie, Beau taking the round and the event, the crowd milling around and heading down for autographs. Coke and Nate leaned together, forehead to forehead, giving thanks, just like every night. Fred wasn't in that circle. None of the others were, either.
Dillon always felt a little dirty, watching that and thinking about anything but prayer. Shaking it off, he headed for their locker room, wanting out of his sweaty costume, looking forward to that beer Beau had mentioned.
Coke had mentioned.
The bullfighters came tumbling in--Nate and Fred running and laughing, Coke chasing them, the man soaking wet. "Gonna kick y'all's butts!"
Nate hooted. "Didn't know that cooler dealie was full, Hoss, honest."
"Liar." Coke pounced, tackling Nate to the ground.
Oh. Oh, good God in Heaven. That was kind of like watching porn, and Dillon turned his back, not joining in like he usually would. He was a little too stiff for that. In certain places.
A noogie later, Nate was rolling out from under Coke, leaving the man a little like a turtle on his back. The man'd been broke so many times there wasn't much bending to speak of. "Dillon, son, gimme a hand."
"Sure." Pasting on the same smile he had for the crowd, Dillon turned and gave Coke his hand, hauling the man to his feet.
"Thanks, son." Coke patted his arm, eyes warm and shining. "You coming to have a beer with us?"
"I'd love to." His grin stretched into something real, Coke always making him feel good. "I was just out there thinking how I needed one."
"Yep, I hear you." Coke's shoulders rolled, the outer shirt coming off, then the vest, exposing a scarred, solid chest covered in mass of curls.
Dillon nodded, but he wasn't really sure what Coke had even said. He was too busy staring at the little brown nipples. Good God, what on earth was wrong with him tonight? Usually he could be cool if he needed to.
There was this little scar, curling down from Coke's ribcage down into the tighty-whities. Yum.
"How's Jason and Andy, man?" Fred still sounded more like Australia than anyone on tour but Packer. Even Adrian said 'y'all' sometimes.
Nate and Coke shared a quick, weird look, then Coke shrugged. "They're both in rehab. Messy business, huh?"
Something about the little exchange had Dillon forgetting all about the shirtless thing, making his nose twitch like a hound on a trail. He was Jason Scott's biggest fan, and the man had been hit damned hard...
"Real messy," Dillon agreed, giving Coke a look.
Coke's cheeks went pink and Nate stepped in between them, puffing up a bit. Oh. Oh, man. Something was up. Something big.
Everyone knew everyone told Coke everything.